Chapter 17 Mummy

Bang bang bang, gunshots buzzed, rifles and muskets intertwined, blooming bright flowers of blood, dyeing everyone's eyes red.

Standing on a hillside, looking at the battle or massacre not far away through a monocular, Sean's mind was calm, without any disturbance.

The autumn sweep of Greenfield Town has been going on for nearly a month. Although there were some losses during the period, with the existence of firearms and half of the team of extraordinary beings, it was not unacceptable.

The sound of gunfire gradually died down and became sparse, which also meant that the battle was about to come to an end. There was no deviation in the result, but this was normal. After all, one side was well-trained and well-equipped, while the other side was just a group of soldiers equipped with stone knives and wooden spears. mob.

The flames rose. After cleaning the battlefield and stringing the prisoners together, the soldiers of Greenfield Town skillfully lit the fire and burned the small village to the ground.

This is not the first indigenous village to be burned, nor will it be the last. Before this indigenous village, soldiers from Greenfield Town had burned down four similar villages. Of course, these villages were all small villages, with the number of people generally in the dozens. There are about a hundred people, and there is no supernatural power in the village.

After the battle, they returned to the temporary station, and a small celebration party began as night fell.

Slightly bitter dark beer was delivered to the table in barrels, along with the animal meat that was roasted by the flames and dripping with golden oil, as well as the moderate-tasting vegetable soup and brown bread. It was a good meal for the soldiers.

Drinking, having fun, laughing, the camp is full of joyful factors. Of course, in addition to wine and food, women are also indispensable.

During the sweep, the biggest wealth gained by Greenfield Town was the population of captives. These captives were all selected and were young men and women. After being brought back, they would become qualified slaves who could be quickly transformed. For the sake of productivity, as for the elderly and children, they either died in the battle or were executed after the war. Although this sounds a bit cruel, it is indeed a tested method of treatment.

Fighting in the wild for a long time, the biggest difficulty for the soldiers of Green Field Town was not the indigenous people who could only be regarded as a ragtag group, but the harsh environment.

Miasma, poisonous insects, ferocious beasts and the accompanying diseases are all pressures that cannot be ignored. Sometimes even drinking a sip of raw water may cause severe diarrhea and death.

The shadow of death has always been with the army in Greenfield Town and has never been far away. Under such circumstances, the mental health of the soldiers is very important, and wine and women are a simple and effective method.

Different from the hustle and bustle outside, it was much quieter inside the main tent. Sean, Mons, and Ferrero sat down in order, tasting the food on the table carefully.

After finishing the last piece of steak on the plate, he put down his knife and fork, took a sip of wine, and wiped his lips. Sean raised his head and glanced outside the main tent. Looking at Sean's actions, Monnes and Ferrolet He also quickly put down the knife and fork in his hand.

"Ferroli, how is the situation with the army?"

"Lord, the current situation of the army is good. There are not many casualties. It has won consecutive battles and its morale is good. The only worry is that the logistics pressure is a bit heavy. The prisoners need to be transported and the supplies need to be replenished."

After saying that, Ferrolet turned his gaze to Sean, waiting for Sean's instructions.

"Well, you can just take care of these things. Next we are going to clean the green. How is the situation there?"

"Lord, according to our information, the situation of the indigenous people in Yeguoling is very different from that in the Tam River Basin. Only one tribe exists, but the specific situation requires further investigation."

As he said that, Ferrolet glanced at Mons. Due to the harsh environment and complicated situation, the military spies were only responsible for peripheral exploration, while the internal situation was handed over to Mons' team of extraordinary people.

Sensing Ferrolet's gaze,

Mons did not hesitate and said directly:

"Lord, the Guards team has been sent out, led by Crom. There is no information coming back yet. It should take some time."

Speaking of this, Mons also felt a little helpless. After all, the Guards team is not a professional spy and has natural flaws in detecting intelligence. Fortunately, they are all extraordinary people. In such a situation, their survivability is better than Ordinary spies are much better.

Although he was not satisfied with Mons' answer, Sean didn't say anything. After all, it was not his fault. Of course, deep down in his heart, Sean already had the idea of ​​establishing a professional intelligence team.

"In this case, let's temporarily slow down the troops' advance and wait for the collection of intelligence."

"Yes, Lord Lord."

After the small meeting, the atmosphere in the main tent became much more relaxed.

At midnight, the banquet was over, and most of the soldiers, except for those on guard, had fallen into a deep sleep.

The moonlight was dim, and the trees were densely covered, casting twisted shadows. Occasionally, a breeze blew through, disturbing the branches and leaves, making strange sounds, which was quite penetrating.

In the early morning, after washing up and walking out of the main tent, Sean immediately realized something was wrong.

"How is this going?"

Looking at the ten mummies arranged in a row on the ground, Sean looked a little cold.

The atmosphere was tense and the pressure was so heavy that one could hardly breathe. Under such circumstances, it was Mons who stood up.

"Lord, these ten corpses were discovered this morning. Their identities have been confirmed. Eight of them were militiamen and two were professional soldiers. The time of death was about midnight. The cause of death was that the blood from the whole body was sucked dry."

After listening to Mons' words, Sean didn't say a word, silently squatted down and carefully inspected the body of the deceased.

After inspection, Sean found that the death conditions of these ten people were very similar. They all had shriveled bodies and peaceful faces, as if they had died in a sweet dream. There were no additional wounds on their bodies except for the two small holes in their necks. All of this made Sean think of three words, vampire, but what puzzled Sean was that these blood holes were a little too small.

After standing up and glancing at the solemn and anxious expressions of everyone around him, Sean asked:

"Can you identify the murderer?"

The tone was calm, without any ups and downs.

"Lord, we are not sure yet. The soldiers who were on guard last night did not find anything unusual, and we did not find any valuable clues where the ten people died, not even footprints."

After listening to Ferrolet's words, Sean's expression remained unchanged, except for his pair of azure pupils that were even deeper.

"In other words, the murderer easily crossed the cordon of our camp, killed ten of our soldiers quietly, and then escaped without leaving any traces? We didn't even know whether he or they were human beings. Even the beasts don’t know, do they?”

At the end of the sentence, Sean's voice suddenly rose.

"Yes, yes, Lord."

At this moment, everyone felt the surging anger beneath Sean's calm face.