Chapter 598 Ashes (Part 2)

Luke used a branch to remove the tattered and smelly monster fur from the chevaux de frise, threw it into the growing gray grass on the side, and then brushed away the scattered residues left on the chevaux de frise.

This kind of fortification made of logs and slightly burned with flames to harden it can well block those monsters with low intelligence.

Then he took out the holy water bottle hanging on his waist and sprayed the holy water prepared by the priests of the Church on the blackened chevaux de frise soaked in blood. He watched a fist-sized bottle of holy water flow down the half-man-high rough wooden chevaux de frise and wet the soil.

The fragrance of the holy water quickly covered the stench of the decaying creatures, and even Luke felt that he could breathe deeply.

The howling of an unknown creature in the distance made him stop his action, carefully hung the bottle of holy water back on his waist, and crawled in the dark to the next wooden chevaux de frise that needed to be cleaned.

This was the seventh day since he arrived at the front trench, and the third time he walked out of the trench to clean up the monster corpses hanging on the defense line outside the trench.

The defense line during the day can diffusely reflect some light, so it is not dark. But once it is night...only something at the bottom of the sky island emits a faint light, which looks like the starry sky that belongs to this area.

But no one likes to observe those things. The best thing to do after nightfall is to hide in the basement of their own trenches, eat something, and then close their eyes and wait for the arrival of a new day.

The 96th Atonement Army Combat Team is very lucky. As a newly arrived force, they only need to undertake the safest fortification maintenance tasks.

Relatively "safe" fortification maintenance tasks.

There are a lot of caltrops, barbed wire, broken iron pieces, and various kinds of chevaux de frise pits... These fortifications will be buried by slowly growing gray vegetation after a month, turning into underground traps.

The flat and harmless lawns and dark black soil that look flat to the naked eye are obstacles that hinder progress. If you are not careful, you will be scratched by rusty sharp objects.

The advantage of this kind of fortification is that the enemy cavalry will be tied up as soon as they come in. No cavalry wants to cross this line of defense full of sharp weapons. The Church has completed the isolation of a small area.

At least Luke has seen a redeemed soldier dragging his wounds back to the trench. The Templar garrison gave him simple treatment, but he died within a few days. He was hastily buried in the cemetery behind the defense area with a simple cross.

They are the redeemed soldiers. The Church will not waste precious transportation capacity to help them transport their bodies back. Precious transportation capacity should be used to carry truly valuable supplies and wounded.

On the front line, only the Templars provide them with cheap treatment. I heard from the centurion that the priests in their position were wiped out by the enemy's artillery in the last battle. Before the next batch of replenishment, this position does not even have priests for treatment.

The healing effect of the Templars can only be described as better than nothing, and the effect is not even as good as the potions prepared by the alchemists in the trenches... He has never drunk it, and he can't recognize the plants here. The effect of the potions prepared by these alchemists using plants from the New World... I'm afraid they are just using them as test subjects.

Luke lowered his body and carefully advanced in the front trench area full of traps, using his keen senses to avoid deep pits and traps.

But fortunately, he is a not-so-glorious thief, a thief who is not even qualified to be a stealth.

Thieves do not have their own weapons, and are not even qualified to receive the standard magic casting tools of the Church. They can only receive a standard flintlock rifle of the Church as their own weapon.

Luke actually prefers crossbows, which are quiet, and as long as the trigger of the flintlock is pulled, everyone knows he is here.

But the production cost of enchanted bows and crossbows is much higher than that of flintlocks. The Church only distributes special crossbows and bows to the Redemption Army, which used to be archers, so that archers can use their ability to fight silently.

Elite archers can accurately hit targets 200 meters away with arrows, and disappear silently in the ambush forest.

Luke always envies the longbows held by the archers in his combat team. As long as they are not discovered, they can survive well in such dangerous places.

Even so, every time he goes out, he still takes his flintlock with him and fills it with shotgun shells in advance. At the critical moment, this thing can save his life... or kill the "natives" of this place, gray wolves or other things.

He heard from the centurion that the animals in this place are getting more and more ferocious, and he doesn't know why.

One part is to prevent being attacked by wild animals, and the other part is that the monsters killed can also be exchanged for some items with the quartermaster.

A gray wolf can be exchanged for two packs of tobacco or two bottles of decent alcohol, and a brown deer can even be exchanged for a new flintlock rifle and matching ammunition.

Or it can be used to improve the food... The food provided in the trenches is only dry and choking starch cakes, with cultivated trench mushrooms, which is the food for the Penitents for a day. If you want to eat food, you need to go to the quartermaster to buy it yourself.

The troops of the Church only have a few more green plants than the Penitents, but Luke saw the Templars open the captured cans and put the large pieces of pork wrapped in iron sheets on the cakes to eat. The fragrance made his stomach growl.

He took two steps, and the thief's keen intuition made him notice a bright golden light flashing on the ground not far away.

A bullet.

Luke hurriedly picked up the bullet with a sharp tip, held it in his palm, and carefully studied it in front of the torch.

This was the first time he had picked up a bullet. The pointed bullet, as thick as his index finger, reflected the color of military green and brass under the firelight. The sharp bullet felt a little prickly at this time.

There was a small concave light silver ring at the bottom of the bullet, which felt a little cold. There were symbols written on the edge of the ring that he couldn't understand... Maybe it was a rune used to amplify bullets?

I don't know which bullet was not found when cleaning the battlefield. Now it's cheap for him. This bullet can be exchanged for a few cigarettes to relax his nerves.

Rubbing the bullet, Luke put it in his pocket.

The rifles in the hands of the centurions used this special bullet. It was powerful and could hit whatever they pointed at. The firing rate was unknown how many times faster than the flintlock in Luke's hand.

He suddenly felt that as long as he didn't encounter the enemy, the trenches on the front line were no different from being in prison. At least there were no jailers who beat people at will... The centurion only came to patrol once a day, and sometimes he was too lazy to even come for patrol.