Werewolf hunting rules

God knows how Faslag and the military doctor left. They disappeared without a trace in the corridor in less than half a minute.

Fortunately, they still left some smell.

Clayton ran as hard as he could in the crowd, but because of his tall stature, it became difficult to avoid others and not hit him.

In fact, the crowd was already in chaos before he even bumped into anyone. The nurses dragged carts filled with medicines, buckets, and tools against the wall, and the water in the buckets was thrown out. The caregiver tried to stop him but suddenly changed his mind and moved to the sides. The lame injured dragged one leg out of the wheelchair and threw the mobility device in the middle of the road.

If this continues, it will definitely cause some big chaos.

For this reason, Clayton slowed down a lot.

However, the pungent smell of medicine and pus and blood were also destroying his sense of smell and diluting the traces of smell.

Fast and rhythmic footsteps sounded from behind Clayton. He turned around and saw Marietta passing him from the side, crossing the crowd with two long legs, without relying on any extraordinary sense of smell.

Yes, although there are many and complicated internal passages in the military hospital, there is only one stable.

As a cavalry officer, Faslag Kules can still ride a horse no matter how good he is. However, the character he shows is definitely not like someone who is willing to walk on two legs, and the carriage horses will be tied to the stables when not in use. inside.

As long as they watch the stable, they can prevent the other party from leaving.

Clayton quickly realized this and rushed out following Marietta's route.

The yellow-haired officer and the military doctor probably didn't take the ordinary route and climbed directly through the window, much faster than Clayton expected.

By the time Mary and Clayton arrived at the stables, they had already mounted their horses and headed out of the hospital gate. They happened to pass the corner in front of them and didn't notice anyone following them.

Marietta bit her lip tightly as she watched their figures disappear.

Behind her, Clayton didn't care so much. He walked in the direction they came out and attacked the stableman who was closing the backyard gate from behind. He knocked him unconscious with one punch and stuffed it into the collar of his neck. A five pound note as compensation.

He broke into the backyard, where there were seven or eight military horses.

Clayton directly dismantled the two slot doors and took the horses out by their necks.

"Good boy, let's have a run."

Although these horses are not saddled yet, Clayton has been riding unsaddled since he was a child, so this is not a hindrance.

He mounted one, led the other forward by its mane, and let go in front of Mary.

"If you can ride, then let's catch up together."

Looking up at Clayton's face, the cavalryman's daughter climbed onto her horse.

Two people who dare to kill people, two spears that can shoot at any time, and two military horses with excellent physical strength.

Clayton suddenly felt that he no longer lacked anything.

His heart beat lightly, and the feeling from the past suddenly came back.

They put their legs between the horses' bellies and whistled instead of the cavalry's iron whistles, urging their horses to catch up with the people in front.

Mary took out a revolver from her arms and threw it to Clayton, who caught it steadily on the high-speed horseback:

"Is this your gun?"

Clayton looked at the gun and didn't answer her. Instead, he directly inserted the gun into the gap in his belt.

"Then I'll take it as such," Mary said.

They strained their legs to catch up with the two men's horses.

The saddle is not only a protection for the cavalry, but also for the horse. Dornish horses are different from Taunton horses. Without the control of saddles and reins, these horses can easily choose to run explosively, quickly exhausting all their energy and allowing others to slaughter them.

But they don't have to chase for a long time, it's enough time for one explosion.

On the road, Faslag heard the sound of new horse hooves behind him and couldn't help but look back. He suddenly became nervous when he saw the person who was the sheriff. Clayton saw him speak to the medic, who looked back, then pulled the reins and accelerated in the other direction, while Faslag urged the horse to sprint in the opposite direction.

Without any communication, Clayton and Mary each locked onto one to track.

The werewolf didn't know whether the female sheriff had caught the military doctor, but he had forced Faslag into a desperate situation.

It seems that due to the lack of experience and participation in chasing battles, the opponent's decision-making has gradually become confused, and the horse has entered an area that he is not familiar with.

Clayton followed Faslag into an uninhabited land. This was an abandoned quarry in the city. There was a lot of gravel on the ground, which was very unfriendly to horses.

Faslag's mount soon fell down due to his poor horsemanship, and a long wound was opened on his abdomen by the gravel.

The yellow-haired middle-aged officer rolled a few times on the ground, got up in embarrassment, pulled out his pistol in a frenzy and panic and shot at the horse Clayton was riding.

To be honest, if it weren't for the blessing of luck, his marksmanship would be pretty good.

With just one shot, a lead bullet as big as a little finger went into the horse's eye. Clayton only heard a long, choked neigh from the horse under his crotch, and then the hoof raised almost threw him off, and then the horse Then he collapsed towards his left side and pinned down one of his legs.

This situation is very unfavorable for ordinary cavalry.

Being pinned down by an animal weighing six to seven hundred pounds usually requires the help of teammates to escape.

But Creighton pulled out his leg on his own power, with such ease that Faslag was stunned, and he pointed his gun at the former lieutenant.

"Don't move! Don't come near me!"

Clayton also raised his long rifle and pointed it at him: "You are the one, put down the gun, and then tell me who you have made a deal with!"

If destroying the corpse and obstructing the church's coroner were ordered by his superiors, then Faslag would never run away. He would confidently turn back and call for help to openly teach the sheriff, because someone would immediately back him up.

But working with the Holy Grail Society is different.

No matter what the Spider Priest can bring, as a murderer, Faslag's involvement with her must always be kept secret, and there is a high probability that this matter will not be known to his superiors.

Because of this, and because of his mood at the moment, Clayton was somewhat unscrupulous.

Faslag looked at the spear held by Clayton and swallowed: "It is against the law to attack soldiers. You better stop it, you piece of shit."

"I think someone broke the law before I did."

Faslag didn't catch a glimpse of anyone in this area with his peripheral vision, and he suddenly felt happy. He wanted to silence his secret forever.

"Then you die here!"

He didn't hesitate and pulled the trigger with his finger.

Noticing the strength of his fingers, Clayton ducked sideways to avoid the muzzle of the fired gun.

As soon as the fire flashed, the lead bullet smashed into the ground, leaving an obvious black hole.

Clayton had no intention of putting up with him. The opponent also used a revolver, which had a high error tolerance and could shoot continuously, making it extremely threatening.

So after Faslag's first shot missed, Creighton quickly shot at him, hitting Faslag's meaty thigh with one shot.

The officer fell to the ground clutching his legs, his wailing voice not as expressive as the horse's true feelings, and his weapons were thrown aside.

People who have never experienced the battlefield cannot overcome pain well. Faslag is not even that clear about the importance of fighting. If Clayton and the few old guys stationed as soldiers, they will definitely persevere even if they are injured. Wait until the bullets are empty and then lie down.

"Athena Bai Luge, have you seen that woman?" Clayton held the gun and slowly walked towards him.

"I've never heard of that name!"

Faslag clutched his wound and gritted his teeth. His face was pale and sweating, and his hair was like dyed yellow cotton, like a clay doll that had just been exposed to rain.

Clayton first raised his chin with the long barrel of the gun, and then put the muzzle of the gun against his head:

"Then tell me why you concealed the traces on the body?"

"Do you dare to kill me?" Faslag put his forehead on the barrel of the gun.

Clayton did not answer, but took back the gun, and then loaded the gun again. This action alone made Faslag's face paler.