Noble Emblem

The battalion commander's name is Salos, a middle-aged man.

Valentin walked to Salos' side, took a closer look, and breathed a sigh of relief when he found that his boss was not injured.

"Everyone who is not injured should be divided into four groups to search the vicinity of the camp to see if there are any lone enemies. Those who are slightly injured should immediately treat the seriously injured and carry their dead companions to the rear of the line."

After shouting this, and watching everyone in the camp take action, Salos's somewhat stern face twitched slightly, and then he said without hesitation: "Follow me."

The two of them entered the big tent one after another. Salos sat down at the main seat, then glared at Valentine: "Sit down."

Valentine lowered his eyelids and sat down.

"Has your mouth been cursed by the Crow Evil God? If you say you have an enemy, you really have an enemy." There was an unlucky expression on Salos's face: "What else are you going to say next? The enemy will destroy us or something?"

Valentin heard the anger in Salos' words. If he were himself half an hour ago, he would definitely argue again. But now he kept silent. If the battalion commander hadn't come quickly just now, he would have been a cold corpse. The kindness of saving his life was great, but he felt that it didn't matter if he was disliked by the battalion commander and even scolded a few times.

Seeing Valentin's expression of being beaten and scolded, Salos couldn't express his anger: "Aren't you very talkative? You were talking back to me just now, why are you not talking now."

Valentine looked up and smiled flatteringly.

After a short silence, Salos said helplessly: "Forget it, you know how to contradict me. Now I will give you another chance to contradict me. Tell me what you think now."

Hearing that the battalion commander was unwilling to scold him anymore, Valentine said with a straight face: "Battal Commander, let me tell you."

"Hurry up," Salos said impatiently.

"I think thieves have already infiltrated our ranks."

Salos looked serious: "Why do you think so."

"That enemy..." Valentin recalled the battle just now, and said with some frustration: "It can be seen that he is very strong, strong enough to kill the two of us by force. After all, most of the soldiers had been dodged by him at that time. Blind, the two of us together may not be his opponent, but he didn't kill us, but turned around and walked away, which is illogical, unless he has to kill us, but it will affect his plan, for example. , Let us be more vigilant and so on.”

"Is it possible that he thinks there are too many of us..."

Halfway through his words, Salos felt that it was impossible. He stood up, walked outside the camp, and said to the guards: "Go to the central army and report to the commander what happened here just now. He said that thieves may have sneaked into our army. In addition, please invite Lauren Lord Thrall, come here, we need his detection magic."

The guards took orders and left quickly.

Valentine followed, and he answered: "Palace Chief, I will lead a team of people to help search and see if we can catch one or two thieves."

Salos thought for a while and nodded: "Okay, if there are no results, you can figure it out yourself."

After finishing speaking, Salos snorted and returned to the camp.

Valentine led a team of people to search the camp, but found nothing special. The thief profession is invisible in the dark. If you don't get close, it is difficult to be found. What's more, it is still night, so it is more difficult to find the thief.

As he walked, he came to the large tent at the rear of the line, where the seriously injured soldiers were placed. Somewhere behind, there were the bodies of the dead and alive soldiers. A dozen soldiers were digging a big pit. Soon these fallen soldiers will be buried in the ground.

A naked corpse caught Valentine's attention.

He walked over and asked the soldier who was digging the earth next to him: "Why are this man's clothes and armor missing?"

The soldier digging the hole nervously saluted him and replied, "I don't know. He still had clothes when he moved here. We went to get the tools and when we came back, he looked like this."

Valentine nodded. Occasionally, this does happen in the army. Some people steal the belongings of fallen soldiers, but strip them almost naked. Such situations are rare.

Then Valentin told his deputy in a low voice, and then walked into the large medical tent next to him.

Because the army of the Guangming Cult is opposite, there are naturally no Guangming priests here to help treat the soldiers. There are only herbalists with a little knowledge of medicine.

The treatment effect is far worse than that of the Light Priest.

He walked around inside and finally came to the bed of a weak soldier whose leather armor was covered with blood. He suddenly asked: "You are about to die. Do you have any last wishes?"

The soldier glanced at him weakly and said nothing.

Valentine drew out his long sword: "I'll teach you a little common sense. The skin on the hands of people who are about to die will also be very pale. Your face pretends to be similar, but your hands are almost the same as those of normal people."

At this moment, the soldier on the bed jumped up with a backflip, and at the same time threw a cloth bag, which fell to the ground.

The sky is filled with dust.

Valenci held his nose and backed away.

The soldier was still in mid-air and was about to land when several crossbow bolts came in from the outside and all hit his legs.

Blood splattered, and the soldier screamed and fell to the ground.

"You are so bold. You just need to stay far away in the dark to spy on information, but you actually want to get in among us. Do you really think we are all idiots?"

Valentine came over and looked at the soldiers on the ground with an expression full of ridicule.

"Tie him up and I will interrogate him personally."

At the same time, Beta was staying in the woods. The ten archers around him had already withdrawn, many of them. The next step was to wait for the thieves to come back.

The moon moved a long distance eastward in mid-air, and three hours passed quickly.

The thieves came back one after another, and only six came back. They came back with different information.

The thief who finally came back said: "Mr. Cook, four people infiltrated into the army to get better news, but one of them was exposed and has been arrested now. The other three seem to be in some danger. The magician began to use magic to explore the entire line."

"Four idiots." Beta had a headache. Whether in the game or here, there were always some daring people who did not obey orders. They always felt that they were strong and nothing would happen to them.

But there will always be smart people in this world. They had to take risks on things that were originally safe.

"Ignore them."

Beta asked the six thieves to tell them what they saw and the enemy's layout on the front.

After he drew a rough layout of the enemy's army on the temporary map, he let out a soft sigh.

His finger pointed at the enemy's center. According to intelligence, that was the enemy's command post.

Then he tapped his finger behind the enemy's left wing.

"It seems like we could do something exciting."

Beta's handsome face smiled.