Werewolf hunting rules

Dusk is a good time, especially for killing people.

The people were drowsy after a day's work, but the dying sun still had some light left for the gunmen to aim at their targets, and the blood of sinners spattered the ground and became invisible at night.

Clayton used to love dusk and still does.

Especially now that the sun has almost disappeared and the power that hinders his transformation is weak, he can use the power hidden in his blood at any time.

Before entering dusk, Gevo's patrol members had moved quickly and quietly around the camp in the snow.

The white smoke rising from the campfire was their target.

In order to achieve an overwhelming victory, the hunter selected many replacements from other fellow villagers who knew how to shoot crossbows, and supplemented the number to more than forty. Now they have an absolute numerical advantage over Raven Lyle's men, that is, guns It is also three times the number of opponents.

Now, so many people quietly gathered around the camp, forming a huge encirclement.

Clayton was a little far away from their position. He took a detour and stopped on the side of the camp, or the most ideal retreat direction in this area. Then he climbed a big tree and bought it with two local shillings. He used his old telescope to observe the movements in the camp, while waiting for news from the patrols with gunshots.

Thinking rationally, he thought that the locals might have no use for him, but his intuition made him feel that something unusual might happen in this battle.

With the help of the convex lens, the steam in the camp was still very clear even a hundred yards away. Clayton could even see the patterns on the surface of the tent fabric, but no one from the Salvation Army could see it.

Clayton was not surprised by this result. Chud Osmar had the ability of divination and would definitely notify the Salvation Army after learning about this operation.

It was useless for him to tell others about this, because the locals had already pulled out all the people they could. Even if they knew there was a conspiracy, they only had this few people they could use. If they really organized everyone to attack This camp, but the Salvation Army plans to bypass them and attack the town, which is really troublesome.

Sometimes, the truth will only lower morale, so it is better for soldiers to keep their minds empty.

Moreover, the current situation does not represent a complete victory for the Salvation Army.

Clayton saw the messy footprints in the snow. Even if the Salvation Army chose to escape, the locals could follow the footprints and find them.

Without the intervention of extraordinary beings, the best result the Salvation Army can achieve is to leave some people behind and flee, and there is no second possibility.

The hunting team also noticed the emptiness and silence of the camp. They gathered together to discuss for a while, and the two most agile people were selected to sneak into the camp. However, all this was just dancing in front of the blind man. There was really no one in the camp.

Creighton's left hand rummaged in his pocket and retrieved something before he separated from the men.

Those are some brightly colored fabrics that can be used as simple flags.

There are still people in the team hunting the Salvation Army who have been observing his actions with binoculars. The speed of light is how fast the message is transmitted.

Creighton didn't have time to train them in a full set of military drills, but he was able to improvise a set of flag signals that corresponded to the colors.

The transfer situation of the Salvation Army was also discussed in their previous meeting. There are corresponding colors that can be distinguished. He planned to use a semaphore to notify them - the people here have indeed evacuated, and there is no one else within visible range. .

However, after the flag was taken out, there was movement in the camp.

Clayton saw the two people who had sneaked in suddenly stood up in front of the largest tent. One person turned around and shouted something loudly behind him, while the other person squatted down and reached out to pull something out while shouting at the same time.

The wind carried the sound to Clayton's ears.

"Mr. Schmidt is injured!"

"He's dying! Which of you knows how to heal?!"

"Fuck!" Clayton shouted angrily, but still knocked the flag out.

He saw the observers in the team glance at him a few times, and then the entire team followed the footprints without hesitation, and another group of people stayed behind.

The two scouts, with the help of others, took out a group of bloody people from the tent. If it weren't for their shouts, Clayton wouldn't have been able to tell who it was.

This incident cast a shadow over Clayton.

After all, the Salvation Army is a soldier who has been on the battlefield, has received complete training, and knows how to deal with the enemy in various situations.

Taking Schmidt with him will definitely delay the pace, and this hostage alone cannot make these locals suddenly change their minds. As soon as the hostages are released, they may be overtaken by local hunters. In that case, it is better to leave a dying person behind. The locals couldn't watch Schmidt die, so they would have to disperse some people to take care of the wounded. In this way, the hunter's team would lose a number of manpower before the battle began, and the gap with the Salvation Army would be narrowed.

Creighton knew what Francis and his men would think, because he would do the same if faced with such a stalemate.

But this is the optimal solution for fighting, not for peace talks.

After torturing Schmidt to this point, all possibility of peace ceased to exist.

However, this also reflects one thing, that is, the Salvation Army team did not leave for too long, otherwise they would not be able to confirm the extent of Schmidt's injury. For it was only while Schmidt was alive that his wounds could trip these natives.

The still-burning campfire testified to this.

It won't take them long to catch up to the Salvation Army.

Clayton jumped down from the tree and walked through the bushes. If he wanted to send back useful information in advance, he had to go faster, farther, and deeper into the forest than Gevo's team.

"How is it?" Francis walked through the soldiers.

The intelligence brought by Chud Osmar allowed them to evacuate the camp in advance and make full preparations for the battle.

They didn't have much to eat at lunch and couldn't walk too far, but being able to choose the location of the battle was a big advantage.

A low hill with slopes and woods was his chosen location.

The view here is very good, and they can lie down in the snow and snipe the enemy from a high position.

However, there was still a while before the battle. The soldiers of the Salvation Army were leaning against trees or sitting in front of bushes, doing final inspections of their weapons.

A soldier leaning against a tree spat on the ground. The liquid hit the snow and soon began to change its texture: "Those two bastards left us too little time, otherwise we could have done more."

"Those two" obviously refers to Chud Osmar and the fat guy next to him.

The Salvation Army still needs their help, but no one respects them.

Even if they were allies, the help came too late. Even if they had known about the locals' combat operations one day earlier, they would have been able to do more than they could now.

Francis sympathizes with such complaints and will certainly not defend them.

As he passed by, a soldier next to him trembled while holding a long rifle and lamented: "I really hope the battle ends soon. It's too cold here. We can't make a fire yet, and my eggs are frozen when I urinate."

"If it's going to fall, then hold it up." Francis stopped and answered him: "It's not up to me to decide whether it will be fast or not. It depends on how many guns they have."

Another soldier spoke for him: "It will definitely end before tomorrow. Anyway, either we will die or they will die."

"If I still can't live in the house tonight, I'd better die."

With this complaint, more and more people joined the discussion.

"Do you think those two bastards will keep their word?"

"They can't even cut a knife into their skin. I think it won't be difficult for them to kill the remaining people. Isn't there some kind of transshipment ceremony?"

"They will definitely help us. They will keep us useful."

"Hey, I don't need much help from them. I just want to warm the fire in the house, eat well, drink wine, and find a woman."

"Pfft - looking for a woman? You should raise your eggs first."

"You can give me the eggs if you can't keep them alive. I haven't eaten meat in the past few days."

"Get the fuck out of here!"

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The silent jungle gradually aroused laughter, softening the atmosphere here.

Faced with the soldiers' gossip and vulgar jokes, Francis did not stop them. Instead, he participated in them and talked freely about his future plans.

He knew how many boring things soldiers would do when they were nervous before a battle. This was also a way to release stress. Keeping their nerves tense would make them depressed and their condition deteriorated. The worst case scenario might be to run away from the battle.

There was no gendarmerie here, and it was impossible for him to actually kill those who escaped from the battle, because the manpower was too small, and killing one of them would be a huge waste.

"Speaking of which, it seems that we haven't heard the devil's whisper for a while." A soldier suddenly mentioned something that had been bothering them for a long time but had been ignored recently.

The "devil's whisper" would appear from time to time in the past, and would appear on everyone at the same time, giving them a splitting headache and wishing to end their lives, but these symptoms have not appeared since they escaped from Sasha City. .

This is definitely not a cure, because they haven't done anything yet.

House of Troubles agreed to help them, but only after they showed their worth.

"Perhaps we are lucky these days, and we will be able to experience it again in a while." The person next to him answered hesitantly.

"Maybe Gevo is a good place." This answer was met with a burst of "boos".

"If this was a good place, the priest could hold services in Mokok's Dermatitis, because it is so sacred."

Another person devoutly drew a Holy Cross of Swords on his chest: "There is no need to go so far, let's just pray here. Don't let us hear that whisper during the battle, then we will be dead."

This statement was quickly recognized by everyone, and they unanimously began to cross themselves on their chests, praying not to let bad luck suddenly come to them.