Werewolf hunting rules

If timing matters, then the Hand of Glory comes at the right time, but Clayton is not happy.

There are only two Hands of Glory, one is at Julius's place, but the green hair obviously won't be so kind, so it will only be sent by Donna.

He always felt that it was better to have this glorious hand by his side than by Donna's side. At least he would protect himself, but the child could not fully use her abilities yet, so she needed this rare thing.

But now that the thing has been delivered, he can't return the hand now. He can only put it in the inner pocket of his coat and continue his work.

The distance between the Salvation Army and the hunters of Gevaux is already very close. Judging from the battlefields Creighton has experienced, the two sides in this conflict are almost equivalent to being separated by a veil. If the veil is lifted, fire and blood will appear. will follow.

The Salvation Army men took advantage of the terrain. They could lie down in the snow high up and overlook the hunters. The hunter needs an observer to follow Clayton's instructions to realize which direction the hostile person is.

Creighton noticed that these rebels were far apart. He judged from experience that this was to harass the hunters with periodic shooting, hide their location and number, and avoid being completely surrounded.

Instead of using a flag, he held out his hand in a gesture, hoping that Gévaux's observing hand would notice it.

The little man hiding at the end of the team turned his head and glanced at Clayton. The man in front of him, because his pace slowed down, subconsciously followed him and looked over after seeing his movements. Then the third man also turned back for some reason. He glanced at it, and then imitated their appearance and looked over.

This obvious action made Clayton's breath hitch. He turned the telescope sharply, and sure enough he saw a Salvation Army soldier pointing at him.

Too many people were doing the same thing, and the Salvation Army spotters spotted him!

Clayton didn't hesitate, turned over and jumped down from the treetop.

As soon as the heavy body hit the snow, the trees behind shook. There was a bullet hole in the trunk, and a snow mist formed around it. The snow covering the branches was shaken off, and hit Clayton one after another. On the body.

"Great," he muttered, getting up.

The gunfire just now seemed to have triggered a certain switch. The gunshots rang out sparsely, and the echoes stirred in the snow.

Clayton found a tree again and went up. He saw that a hunter had fallen, and one of the hunter's companions left one to drag him back, and the rest rushed along the place where the bullet came from.

It is not convenient to reload long guns in the snow, and stiff fingers make it difficult for soldiers to operate firearms.

The hunters are taking advantage of their reloading time to turn long-range combat into close combat.

Once they can no longer use their guns, these guys who have been blowing the cold wind for several days are no match for them.

The people of the Salvation Army were also wary of this. Once they fired, they immediately retreated and moved to a new position. Companions from other directions will shoot the following hunters to buy them time.

A familiar high-pitched whistle sounded through the woodland.

Whistle sounds echoed from different directions, and the rebels worked together like ants, advancing and retreating in coordination with each other.

Military whistles are a code system in the army. There are many types of whistles. Soldiers stationed in peaceful areas usually only remember a few basic whistles, and more complex whistles are not used in daily life. However, these Salvation Army soldiers can use them with ease.

The Salvation Army in Sasha City are all soldiers transferred back from the colonies. They have also participated in the kingdom's foreign wars.

Francis, who was crawling in the snow, proudly blew his military whistle. Whenever his sharp whistle sounded, the response whistle from behind also followed. The sound information was transformed into pictures in his mind, and the continuous sounds were automatically divided into segments according to the rhythm in his mind. He seemed to be able to see a huge map with a bird's-eye view, and all the soldiers were like war games. , moving slowly on the map according to his orders.

Although he had only ten men under his command, the art of conducting was still fully developed.

The gunners in Gévaux were helpless against this method of warfare.

They may have an advantage when fighting the rebels individually, but when it comes to group fighting, each of them doesn't know what to do.

Only the real hunters knew how to unite because of their familiarity with each other in the past. The gunmen who were temporarily selected from the townspeople didn't even know how to read the semaphore behind them. Some people even stayed in place after hearing the continuous whistles, not knowing whether to shoot or where to go.

In just a moment, bullets fired from nowhere had already knocked down two people.

Some people who were supposed to touch the murderer heard the screams from behind, and actually turned back and tried to rescue the wounded in the open space. Creighton, who had just climbed up the tree, felt his chest felt tight and was so angry that he almost fell down again.

When he looked back on the past, only one thought came to his mind: "Having a hometown association in the army will not end well."

His ten-year military career has made him regard some tactics as common sense, so that the poor combat operations of the Jewo people are a kind of torture to him.

He overestimated their morale, but they were just a ragtag bunch.

However, the Jewo people are not all useless. Some of the hunters are alert and listening, trying to find the location of the whistler, but the whistles come one after another, arousing countless echoes on the hillside, and it seems that there are whistles coming from behind. , it is impossible to determine the specific location in the short term with their ears.

Creighton was about to give them a signal when he saw a rebel soldier aiming at him again.

"Grass!"

Another shot forced Creighton from the observation position.

The Salvation Army specially assigned an observer to him, who was much better than the one given by Gervo. Clayton was discovered just a few seconds after climbing the tree, but he didn't feel grateful at all.

"Trash! They're all trash!" He couldn't help but yell.

He knew that the people in Gevo were unprofessional, but he didn't expect them to be submissive even after they had an absolute numerical advantage.

Even if they shouted twice, it would be better than doing nothing now. At least shouting would give the Salvation Army a little more time to distinguish the whistle instructions.

The number of people in Gevo's team is three times that of the Salvation Army. If they could muster up the courage, they could rush forward and knock down all the enemies without firing a single shot, but they retreated. Now the Salvation Army's several shots directly knocked these enemies down. The originally high morale of the locals was suppressed.

These locals mistakenly believed that the Salvation Army was destined to die, so in order to save themselves and their relatives and friends, they slowed down the offensive as much as possible, trying to use the previous delaying strategy to hook the Salvation Army, and then let the weather be their reinforcements.

But the longer they hesitated, the better prepared the Salvation Army became.

Previously, one of them was in the town and the other was outside the town. The Salvation Army had to walk for half an hour in the cold wind before attacking. Moreover, the location of the battle was also chosen by the Jewo people. They had a complete advantage. But now they are fighting at close range, with no buffer zone at all. These rebels are all well-trained fighters, and they have no intention of peace talks. If it drags on for too long, these Salvation Army troops may have to gather together for a desperate fight, and more people will die by then.

This can't go on like this, he must take action himself

There was a new whistle, and a certain Salvation Army member who issued an evacuation application waited for two seconds and suddenly received an order to move forward.

This was not what he wanted, but the training soldiers experienced made them instinctively unable to disobey orders. He habitually got up and walked forward. As soon as he left the bunker, a crossbow arrow flew straight towards him and nailed him in the right eye socket. Before he fell, the reflection of his other eye illuminated the Gevo hunter holding a crossbow not far in front of him.

Finally died a Salvation Army.

The morale of the hunters' team increased, and there was a cheer next to the corpse.

Although the manpower was scattered, the Salvation Army could still tell from the cheers of the Jewo people that someone on their side had died, and they became more dignified and cautious.

The whistle just now was not made by himself. Francis stared at the iron whistle in his hand for a moment, and suspected that others had misremembered the signal of the military whistle. However, seeing that the Jevo people were still in action, he quickly gave up his hesitation and put the whistle to his lips again, preparing to order the people on the west side to cover the transfer of the east wing.

"Dudu——" [Everyone moves to the right]

Francis, lying in the snow, put down his whistle in shock. The wargame in his mind was still moving regularly, but this time it was beyond his control.

He hasn't blown the whistle yet!

Whose special code is blowing randomly? !

He wanted to distinguish the location of the whistle, but he encountered the same problem as the Jewo people. The Salvation Army here was too scattered, and the echoes interfered with hearing, making it impossible to distinguish where the whistle was blowing.

Just as he was thinking, the unfamiliar whistle sent two false signals.

Because the two Salvation Army soldiers accepted this order, they moved to a new location that was out of touch with the others. They were surrounded by the hunters in Gevo, and were about to encounter an unexpected incident.

Francis tried to add the whistle system to adjust the order, but in order to avoid the problem of confusion, they had agreed on the order of whistles made by different people. Everyone's "speech" order was fixed, and the unfamiliar whistle occupied the place. Francis' position.

He can't join.

The news from the observers was as correct as ever - the Gevaux people were gradually approaching, and the pressure from both sides was so strong that the blood vessels in Francis' head almost exploded. He stood up suddenly and threw the whistle:

"Which idiot is still causing trouble at this time? Do you want to drag others to die with you?!"

Hearing the angry voice of the chief officer, the observer looked back and heard another whistle from nowhere, leading another Salvation Army member to break away from the formation. Now he also understood the situation, threw away the whistle and followed Francis roared.

"Stop bragging, everyone, there's a guy bragging!"

Clayton, who was sitting under a big tree, silently put down the whistle he borrowed from the hunter, stood up and patted the soil.

He finally found Francis' location.