Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 51 51. Clues to Cured Meat

These three scumbag soldiers gave the young demon hunter a deeper understanding of the world.

Who were the soldiers he saw in the past?

Law enforcement team, a pursuit team of elite soldiers.

Philip's full horse squad, the baron's castle guard and direct force.

These people may be rude, brutal, or ignorantly prejudiced.

But there is no doubt that these people are capable and superior to ordinary people and ordinary soldiers of this era.

They are proficient in killing, tracking, driving horses, and operating military equipment.

These abilities give them status and also give them rules.

When you become a baron's guard, you don't have the time and space to run rampant in the countryside.

Once you become an elite soldier, you don't have the energy and opportunity to be a highwayman.

As for ordinary soldiers, the three guys who were hammered to death by Lan Ensheng with his fists today may be the norm for soldiers in this era.

Lazy and undisciplined, he thought he had mastery of force in remote areas just because he had a sword in his hand.

Then he would act unscrupulously, rob and kill people, and only follow the tax collector to do some serious business every year during tax collection.

In the eyes of most people, they are just bandits wearing the national emblem.

Lan En didn't feel anything wrong with his violent move.

The young man originally wanted to beat these scumbags to death and walk away, and continue to do his own business.

But during the fight, an overturned storage box under the large tarpaulin caught his attention.

Lan En half-crouched beside the box and reached out to pick up a dark, hard piece of bacon strips.

The cat's eyes turned, and there was still half a box of such meat strips in the storage box. Considering Willen's average living standard, it was really not a small amount.

According to the traces, this bag of bacon was put in less than two days ago.

The witcher's fingers rubbed the surface of the meat strips, and the reflection of the grease could soon be seen on the tips of the gloves.

"Is this what they call 'tired cured meat'?"

Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly.

"There are at least several hundred military stations like this in the whole territory of Willen. If every military station has supplies of this level, Viselad can afford it?"

In the blink of an eye, Mentos took over Lan En's idea, calculated the total amount of supplies, and judged the approximate scope of Wesselad's assets based on his only trip to the crow's nest.

"Sir, based on calculations, I don't think Sir Wesselard is capable of supporting the troops at this standard. In fact, being able to support 700 to 800 people is his limit."

"So, this is not a standard configuration that a military depot can have."

Lan En stood up from his half-crouched position and looked around.

Bodies and traces of fights made the place a mess.

But the [Trace Detection] that he has mastered now, combined with his extraordinary senses, and Mentos's image recording ability, are enough for him to complete a scene analysis.

"Except for me, no one has left traces of bloodshed here in a week. There was a businessman passing by three days ago, but it was a flower buyer."

Lan En walked to an inconspicuous rut, picked up a handful of soil and sniffed it.

"The merchant's car only smells like flowers. Even if the soldiers extort money, they will only give out coins."

The answer is clear.

The source of the cured meat is not official supplies, nor is it extortion money, nor is it possible to come from "donations" from villagers.

What else is possible in this hilly country?

"We should have thought of it earlier, Mentos." Lan's eyes were lowered.

“How could such a criminal gang not say hello to the local ‘officials’?”

How hard it goes for criminals to cover up their traces.

But as long as you have a good relationship with these three rotten soldiers who represent the official force, let them say "everything is normal" when reporting to their superiors.

Wouldn’t that save more than half of this effort?

As for whether these three soldiers knew that the people "honoring" them were a group of cannibals, they probably didn't care.

Looking at the three tattered corpses again, Lan En did not do anything drastic.

The person is dead, and he will not vent his anger on the corpse.

"suck-"

Putting the bacon strips under his nose and sniffing gently, Mentos spent a lot of effort in his mind to block out the smell of the bacon itself.

A smell belonging to the carrier of jerky stood out.

Fortunately, these dried meats had only arrived two days ago, so the residual smell was still enough.

The witcher's extraordinary senses are not unreasonably strong. If another day passes, Lan En will probably not be able to get any clues no matter how hard he tries.

The pair of slightly bright cat eyes also followed the direction of the smell and found intermittent footprints on the ground as road corrections.

Lan En led Popeye and followed the footsteps.

At least today, young people are in luck.

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Sergeant Philip Strenger wiped the beard from his face, wiped the wine off, and let out a sigh of relief.

Although he was still riding a horse, he couldn't help but take out his wine bottle and take a few sips.

In the past few days, he felt that he was becoming more and more inseparable from alcohol.

In the past, he only drank alcohol to vent his family's frustrations, but now that he doesn't have the bottle in his hand, he feels uncomfortable all over.

He became addicted.

He knows it himself.

But the reason why "addiction" can be called "addiction" is because there is no way.

But fortunately, he was still strong, capable of killing people and riding horses.

That's all his immediate boss asked of him.

"How far are we from that, Kang, Quill?"

Philip, smelling of wine, asked the cavalry beside him, Halberdier York.

"That village is called Condale, boss. We have half an hour to reach the military station."

York was originally not very outstanding among a group of battlefield veterans. It was because of his relationship with the capable demon hunter that he was spotted by Philip in the last mission.

When the sergeant toasted him two more glasses while drinking, this group of veterans knew that this guy's status was different.

So even in a riding formation, he could line up next to the sergeant.

"Damn it, those damn human traffickers are getting more and more rampant, and I can't even drink in peace!"

Phillip belched a wine-smelling belch, with a fierce look on his face.

The number of abducted children is still increasing, and the scope of cases involved is also growing.

The thing itself is not big, the key is the big impact.

The farmers had no interest in farming, and the knight lost his temper in the crow's nest.

That's all his money! His money!

So Phillip's team could only run around and explore.

According to Sir's original words: "Even if you go to the most remote muddy swamp in Wellen to dig up the swamp witch's shit! You still have to find the human trafficker for me!"

There are indeed only remote places left that I haven’t found yet.

But no one wanted to go to the swamp, so they could only go to a remote village like Condale to explore the situation as a business trip.

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