Doomsday: Gain experience by hunting

Walking back to the house, he put on two layers of scale armor, and then a leather armor over it.

Two guards led the way, and the group of three riders headed straight for the scavenger camp.

The sound of hooves echoed.

Those who had just returned from outside, and the scavengers on the road, hearing the sound of hooves, quickly moved to the sides of the road.

A distance to the west of the camp was the scavengers' settlement.

Further west from there was a large lake.

Tang Wen rode his horse to the shore of the lake and met his subordinates from the hunting camp.

"Commander Tang!"

"Commander Zhou led the men and chased down the small path."

"Chased?" Tang Wen asked in surprise.

"Yes, we found boot prints in the forest ahead. The missing scavengers were taken away by someone."

Tang Wen raised his thick eyebrows, wondering if the Black Mountain camp was short of slaves.

It was possible, as they had obtained a coal mine and were in need of manpower.

It seemed the missing scavengers were going to be worked to death in the coal mine.

Truly, in troubled times, people are worse off than dogs in peaceful times.

He sighed, with no intention of rescuing the scavengers.

The sun set, and the dense forest before him was silent.

"Caw, caw," a red-eyed crow flew overhead, as if announcing death.

Following Zhou Bing and the others' tracks, Tang Wen walked into the small path.

In less than half an hour, he met Zhou Bing and the others who were returning.

"Any discoveries?"

After smiling at him, Zhou Bing shook her head and said, "The other party came prepared. They first made the people walk, and then further ahead, they brought horses and carried the people away."

The two walked back side by side, and Tang Wen shared his guess.

Zhou Bing agreed, also thinking it was the Black Mountain camp who did it.

The two were in agreement.

"It seems the Black Mountain devils haven't learned their lesson! They're grabbing people right at our doorstep!"

Back at the camp, the two analyzed the situation with Commander Zhang, who was in charge. The latter immediately sneered.

He had a severed arm because of the Black Mountain camp, so he naturally advocated teaching the Black Mountain devils a harsh lesson.

Commander Zhang said, "In the Black Mountain camp, only one general-level Black Devil is active on a daily basis, and he won't go out easily. So, the guys who came to steal people at night are at most led by a commander. Why don't we catch a wave of them first?"

Tang Wen and Zhou Bing exchanged glances, and the former said unhurriedly, "It's no problem to lie in wait, of course. But a lion still uses all its strength to catch a rabbit. We should inform General Zhao."

The message was reported, and in less than a quarter of an hour, General Zhao arrived, followed by two commanders.

"This group of Black Mountain devils is getting very jumpy!"

General Zhao's eyes were full of murderous intent.

Tang Wen explained, "It's just a guess at the moment, there's no evidence yet."

General Zhao waved his hand and said, "Evidence? Our words are the evidence!"

Looking at the others who looked like that's how it should be.

Tang Wen shook his head and said, "In any case, we still have to figure out the purpose of their kidnapping! If it's just for mining, it doesn't matter. I'm just afraid there's something we don't know about."

General Zhao frowned and thought for a while, then said, "Alright, then we'll split up and lie in wait tonight. Arrange a few hunting teams to guard the road to the Black Mountain camp."

"Okay, I'll arrange it tonight. I'll also send a few people to live in the scavenger camp."

After speaking, seeing that no one in the room objected, Tang Wen said to General Zhao again, "General, just in case, please come to the outer city camp to keep things in order for the next few days."

"Okay, I'll stay here tonight."

Hearing this, Tang Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, according to his analysis, the Black Mountain camp was secretly doing this kind of kidnapping.

It was unlikely that even a commander-level would be dispatched.

After all, firstly, the experts care about their reputation;

Secondly, ordinary soldiers are enough to deal with a group of scavengers who can't get enough to eat.

Dispatching hunting guards is already overkill.

But what if!

Tang Wen didn't want to take the risk.

Imagine, after the guards discover the incoming people, they fire a signal arrow.

He foolishly rushes over to take a look, only to find a general-level powerhouse, what would he do then?

Would he kneel down on the spot?

Shouting: Wen, wandering for half my life, only hating...

He shook his head and turned to let the messenger call all the captains of the hunting camp's ten squads.

Soon, the ten captains arrived.

General Zhao arranged everything according to what he had just said:

One team went to lie in wait in the coal mining area, waiting to see if any slaves were sent there.

The second team lurked on the only way to the Black Mountain camp.

The third team's task was to lie in wait in the scavenger camp every night to see if they could block the incoming people.

They were all surveillance missions, with no difficulty.

One squad was enough, and they could take turns day and night.

The three captains went down to prepare.

The other seven hunting teams couldn't be left to roam free either.

At least half of them had to stay in the camp every night.

Before the matter was resolved.

Tang Wen and Zhou Bing also had to stay in the camp.

However, three days passed in a row.

There was no movement at all.

General Zhao couldn't stay any longer: "The drought is coming, I have a lot of things to do, I can't stay in the outer city all the time. You two should pay more attention."

After giving a few instructions, he left with his men.

Tang Wen was unwilling in his heart, but he had no reason to stop him.

On the fourth night, he was on duty, sleeping in the lounge in a daze, never sleeping well.

Fortunately, nothing happened all night.

Seeing that five days had passed, the supplies brought by the three hunting teams were used up, and the food was eaten up.

They sent people back to report one after another, saying that they hadn't seen anything suspicious in five days. There wasn't even a ghost in the wild, let alone people.

No one had disappeared from the scavenger camp either.

Zhou Bing guessed, "Could it be that the Black Mountain devils didn't need many people, and after taking those hundred or so people, they had enough manpower?"

Would it be such a coincidence?

Tang Wen didn't believe it, but it wasn't a solution to keep letting the teams do this kind of surveillance.

The drought had already begun, his three-layer cellar had been built, and he was about to carry out the next step of the grain storage plan.

He had no time to protect the scavengers.

He decided: "Withdraw! Notify teams one, two, and three, withdraw today."

"Yes!"

The sentry took the order and left.

Seeing that only the two of them were left in the room, Tang Wen said to Zhou Bing, "Next, I want to let three teams go to the wild for training every day."

"Training?"

The Ice Beauty hadn't heard of this word.

Tang Wen grabbed her slender, jade-like palm, played with it, and said, "Currently, the wild beasts in the forest have not migrated due to the drought. We need to store some meat."

Zhou Bing glared at him reproachfully, shook her head, and said, "Hunting is okay, but the meat can't be stored, it's not winter, and even if you use salt to marinate it, where will you get so much salt?"

The salt in the camp is rock salt, from the mountains, and purification is not easy.

There is no problem to ensure that everyone has salt to eat.

But if you want to take hundreds or thousands of pounds to marinate food, it is impossible.

Tang Wen didn't answer, but pointed outside the city wall and said, "The trees around our camp must be cut down, otherwise they will dry up and easily catch fire in the drought. It is just right to use these green branches to make smoked bacon."

"Bacon?" Zhou Bing didn't understand: another new word.

Tang Wen said, "I also learned it by chance. Smoked meat does not need too much salt, and the dried meat can be stored for more than half a year."

"Okay! Since you want to do it, then we'll try it." Zhou Bing had never heard of smoked meat, but she unconditionally believed in Tang Wen.

Tang Wen raised his hand and rubbed her smooth face, the jade-like skin, the temperature rising, a blush.

"Let's go, go find the chef."

"It's so late."

"The sooner the better."

Regarding the issue of eating enough, Tang Wen dared not delay.

Early on the sixth day, he led three hunting teams out of the city.

One team was arranged to cut down trees.

The other two teams plus him, a total of twenty-one people.

Divided into seven groups, into the forest to hunt.

Speaking of which, the forests in this world are dense, but the products are not abundant.

The place where the Flame Camp is located, the climate is somewhat like the Northeast in the previous life.

But there is no rich produce of "hitting roe deer with sticks, scooping fish with ladles".

Tang Wen has been hunting for several months, and has not seen animal groups a few times, only a few animals, and they are all difficult to catch.

He speculated that one is that the mutated beasts eat a lot;

Secondly, the environment is harsh.

Natural disasters are not only a test for people, but also for animals.

In the evening, the hunting team's harvest was average.

More than a dozen martial apprentices, placed in the previous life, were at least boxing champion-level experts.

After a day, each person harvested less than 10 pounds of meat.

The food eaten has not been consumed much.

But the accounts are not calculated like this, the food they eat is supplied by the camp.

And the prey they hit is their own.

On the seventh day, continue hunting.

But as soon as they went out, the omen was not good.

A red-eyed crow followed them all the way, Tang Wen raised his hand to shoot it down.

But the archer in the team said that killing this thing is unlucky, and its meat is too sour and not delicious.

Tang Wen gave up.

The harvest of this day was indeed average.

On the eighth day, Tang Wen was about to go out hunting.

Suddenly a guard came to report: "Commander Tang, received news that in the scavenger camp last night, someone disappeared again!"

"Hmm?" Tang Wen turned his head sharply, his eyes sharp.