Werewolf hunting rules

Because of the threat, the new rebel organization formed by the former Salvation Army had to move to the swamp area to set up camp.

True, they had weapons, but so did the natives.

Nothing can be done.

It's cold here, even with a fire going, and with the mud soaking into your shoes and the dead branches crumbling overhead, it's not a place anyone would want to spend a night.

But they have to live here.

The vegetable seller and baker's assistant from the town also came, but the price of food was very high, and the money left by the coupler in the hotel was not enough to survive for more than two days.

When Francis explained this to them, some people negotiated with these profiteers to try to make the price reasonable, but at the same time some people began to pawn their belongings to the merchants, and when Francis discovered this, he immediately prohibited them from doing so.

The disagreement made businessmen discover their weakness, and they became even more unwilling to waver in pricing.

Rumors about monsters still wandering around have not been clarified by insiders. Businessmen who are willing to carry goods through the wilderness and deliver them to the Salvation Army camp are all money-loving guys. They believe that they have taken risks and deserve high rewards. , and the offers from these Gunners disappointed them.

Some businessmen even turned away and decided to do business again the next day.

Raven Lyle had too many men to feed through hunting and gathering, and each merchant believed they would be willing to pay more for the same share of food the day after they experienced starvation. But only the Salvation Army themselves knew that this was a misunderstanding.

They were really running out of money.

Until all the merchants left, the food purchased by the Salvation Army was only enough for some people to eat two meals, and some people were destined to be so hungry that they could not sleep.

They had already experienced the period of hunger when they escaped from Sasha City. It was not that they could not bear it, but the house of turmoil that was their entire sustenance at that time appeared as a perfect image in their language and fantasies. It seemed that as long as Find the connection to the House of Troubles and their suffering will end.

But once they realized that they would continue to suffer after coming to Gevo, they could no longer accept it.

The disillusionment left them confused.

It's not that they have no choice. Becoming a robber is obviously much more rewarding than the current choice.

It was Francis who persuaded them to follow the orders of the House of Troubles, but their current experiences have made them gradually lose confidence in this idea.

"Are we still here waiting for instructions from a contact who never showed up?"

This question is on everyone's mind.

In the evening, some people began to secretly conspire to pawn their belongings and even weapons and bullets at merchants. After Francis learned about it, he once again stopped it. So some people finally began to raise objections publicly, and the authority of Francis, the temporarily elected speaker, began to waver.

Civil unrest began.

"Levin, this is betrayal."

Francis looked at the person in front of him and was extremely angry.

Levin was the soldier of the same rank who had been with him the longest, and their friendship was deeper than anyone else's. They could have gone to bed with a whore, but now the other party had become the leader of opposing opinions and stood in front of him.

At this moment, everyone in the Salvation Army is gathered around, expecting them to resolve disputes in the most primitive way by the fire.

Duel - the less bloody kind, but indeed the clearest statement.

The man standing opposite him shook his knife: "Stop talking nonsense, you started this, Brother Francis. This is no longer an army, there are no superiors or subordinates."

"But in front of those locals, we need a talker!"

Levin asked: "Who are you pretending to show? We don't know whether that connector really exists."

His attitude drove Francis deeper into a breakdown.

"You were also present at the time and saw the process of me finding the secret code. How could you say such a thing? Starving people will not make you blind!"

The old friend shrugged coldly: "I only saw sentences carved with a knife on the bed board, and maybe some money left by the previous people. They may have nothing to do with it, but you are the only one who is literate here. You must take them." When we make the connection, what else can we say? We haven't even seen the shadow of that connector. Even if he really exists, the things he gives are not as much as what we can get with guns."

Francis covered his forehead with one hand. He began to feel that the fire in the dark night had become dazzling - so dazzling that he didn't want to hear anything. The heat seemed to pass through the cold air and directly burn his eyelids, while there was a buzzing in his ears. Bursts.

If Levin hadn't been as calm as ever, he would have thought that the "devil's call" had struck again.

"We just have to endure it a little longer." He said, suppressing this feeling.

"What are you enduring?" Levin also sighed: "Brother - we don't have a unified idea in the first place. Why should those who want to leave endure it with those who want to stay? Even if our choice is to go to hell. , there’s no need for you to save me, so don’t act like the boss, okay?”

Francis clutched his chest. He suddenly felt that it was difficult to breathe again, so every word that left his mouth was filled with annoyance.

"Now you are dragging us to hell. We have already offended the locals. If we lose so many companions, do you think they will let us simply walk away?"

"That's the mistake you made. Why don't you come with us?"

"impossible!"

Suddenly someone outside the field raised their hands, and then more people began to do this action. With the sounds of excited shouting, they seemed to be back in the city, back to the tavern they often visited to participate in duels from time to time.

Levin shrugged again and raised the dagger: "It seems that no one can wait any longer. Why don't you give up and admit defeat? Or would you rather get hurt?"

This kind of duel is not a life-and-death duel, but in addition to one party voluntarily admitting defeat, it also requires one of the parties to be injured and see blood before it can be terminated.

There are no mediators, only default rules in effect.

Francis twitched the corners of his mouth and raised the knife to point it at him.

The army's drill code also retains records of close combat techniques, including the use of daggers and axes, because these two items are not only weapons, but are also used as production tools in daily life, and they are the most familiar things to soldiers.

At this moment, they were in the same posture, holding the short blade tip downwards, and slowly approaching each other like two confronting mantises.

This posture is not only suitable for exerting force and reaction, but is also considered safe for this kind of duel, because it is not suitable for attacking high vital points.

The daggers they brought out were all of the uniform standard of the army. The blade was wider than the gap between human ribs. As long as the blade ribs were straight, it could not penetrate the chest. The outer ribs would protect their internal organs.

They have had many duels like this, but they have never competed against each other.

Always have the heel of one foot off the ground, ready to pounce forward.

This is the way the army fights.

If a true weapons master were to judge, he would definitely not be able to stand the weapon fighting part of the infantry drill. However, the army does not require every soldier to return safely. It requires the most cost-effective sacrifice.

Both of them stared into each other's eyes, waving their daggers from time to time, trying to attract each other's weaknesses.

Francis is very used to this approach, but he is really not in the mood to relive this boring trial session that he has experienced many times today, because he has a splitting headache and there is a dazzling light shining in front of his eyes.

In order to end it all as soon as possible, he launched the real attack first.

With a dance-like movement, his figure quickly crashed into Levin, and the dagger was piercing the opponent's chest, which was exactly what the opponent wanted.

Levin jumped to the side and wiped the short knife across Francis' wrist with his backhand. The blood immediately soaked his sleeve.

The liquid's reflection is evident under firelight.

The group of soldiers who planned to go into exile and become bandits immediately started shouting in celebration.

"Brother, I thought you wouldn't fall for this trick." Levin put down the knife carelessly. "This is for new people to play."

The outcome of the duel was obvious.

But Francis hasn't stopped yet. Since the duel is not over, the timing of the opponent's words is a flaw. He rushes forward again. This time in order to apply force faster, his injured hand holds the short knife and slashes horizontally from right to left. go out.

This is somewhat dangerous.

"You really want to kill me?!"

Levin staggered backwards, almost falling.

If he hadn't stepped back just now, the knife would have hit the gap between his ribs.

"It's not over yet!" Seeing this scene, Francis's groggy brain seemed to be injected with a stream of heat, and he began to adapt to this discomfort.

He even began to enjoy this dazed state, because he was able to enjoy the joy of fighting while the pain began to numb.

Levin gritted his teeth, raised his dagger again and charged over.

Others knew nothing about this change, but the increasingly fierce fighting could be seen with the naked eye.

The voices are getting louder, from both sides.

The enraged Levin was no longer rational, and the two warriors racked their brains by the fire to find ways to defeat each other.

The collision of blades became more frequent, and the two figures kept jumping around the fire, their shadows blending and staggering, dodging attacks, or finding a better position for the next attack. From time to time, he will also attack his opponents with fists and kicks other than blades.

As the movement became more intense, Francis seemed to hear drums beating, as if there were musicians cheering for his battles.

But at the same time, his headaches were getting worse.

He seemed to be split into two people, one enjoying the joy of fighting to the fullest, while the other took on the complete headache. Both performed their duties until this part of him could no longer bear the pain, and finally let go of the discomfort. The senses are shared with another self.

The swelling pain broke through the drowsiness and the ringing in his ears, forcing him to pay attention to this again.

"It would be great if I could soak in hot water." He suddenly thought, it would be very comfortable.

Hot water comes quickly.

A large amount of hot water came in, washing his face and upper body, and the first thing to feel the hot water was his hands.

The light of the fire dimmed again.

With the sound of drums in his ears, Francis finally saw where the hot water came from - from Levin's neck, a large amount of blood spurted out from the side of the neck, and a blunt knife with a sharp edge was inserted inside, The hilt was connected to his hand.

His friend still stared at him with horrified faces, but Francis had no sense of reality at all.

He seemed to remember nothing.

The warrior who endured the dazzling light and the noise in his ears seemed to be a different person, and as this feeling faded, his memory of the battle also dissipated like melting snow.

Francis' face was red and he looked around blankly, but he could only see the same expression as his own on the faces of other Salvation Army soldiers.

This duel should have come to an end, and the worst outcome they imagined was just to lie down alone and recuperate for a few days, but things have developed like this, and no one knows how to continue.

Without Francis's support, Levin's body fell to the ground.

There was an extreme silence, until a sound of applause appeared from behind the crowd, and a lean figure in gorgeous clothes led a squat attendant through the soldiers to the fire.

"I am Chud Osmar, and I am also the protector assigned to you by Professor Tinora. I am glad to see that you have resolved the dispute. Continue"

Before he could finish his "next" words, Francis was already rushing toward him with a weapon raised in a frantic manner.

"Why didn't you come earlier?!"