These three rotten soldiers gave the young demon hunter a deeper understanding of the world.
Who are the soldiers he saw in the past?
The law enforcement team, the pursuit team of elite soldiers.
Philip's full horse team, the baron's castle guard and direct force.
These people may be rude, brutal, or ignorantly prejudiced.
But there is no doubt that these people are capable and are superior to ordinary people and ordinary soldiers in this era.
They are proficient in killing, tracking, driving horses, and operating military equipment
These abilities give them status and also give them rules.
When you become a baron's guard, you don't have the time and space to run rampant in the countryside.
Once you become an elite soldier, you don’t have the energy and opportunity to be a highwayman.
As for ordinary soldiers, the three guys who were hammered to death by Lan Ensheng with his fists today may be the norm for soldiers in this era.
Lazy and undisciplined, he thinks he has mastery of force in remote areas just because he has a sword in his hand.
Then he would be unscrupulous, rob and kill people, and only follow the tax collector to do some serious business every year during tax collection.
In the eyes of most people, they are just bandits wearing the national emblem.
Lan En didn’t feel anything wrong with his violent attack.
The young man originally wanted to beat these scum to death and walk away, continuing to do his own business.
But during the fight, an overturned storage box under the large tarpaulin attracted his attention.
Lan En squatted beside the box and reached out to pick up a dark, hard piece of bacon strips.
The cat's eyes turned, and there was still half a box of such meat strips in the storage box. Considering Willen's average living standard, it was really not a small amount.
According to the traces, this bag of bacon was put in less than two days ago.
The witcher's fingers rubbed the surface of the meat strips, and the reflection of the grease could soon be seen on the tips of the gloves.
"This is what they call the tired bacon"
Lan En's eyes narrowed slightly.
"There are at least hundreds of military depots like this in the whole territory of Weylen. If every military depot has supplies of this level, can Viselad afford it?"
< p>In the blink of an eye, Mentos took over Lan En's idea, calculated the total amount of supplies, and judged the approximate scope of Wesselad's assets based on the only trip to the crow's nest."Sir, based on calculations, I don't think Sir Witherad is capable of supporting the troops at this standard. In fact, being able to support 700 to 800 people is his limit."
"So, this is not a standard configuration that a military station can have."
Lan En stood up from a squatting position and looked around.
Bodies and signs of fighting made the place a mess.
But the trace detection that he has now achieved, coupled with his extraordinary senses, and Mentos's image recording capabilities, are enough for him to complete a scene analysis.
"Except for me, no one has left traces of bloody conflicts here in the past week. A businessman passed by three days ago, but he was a flower buyer"
Lan En Walking to an inconspicuous rut, he picked up a handful of soil and sniffed it.
"The businessman's car only smells of flowers, and even if he is blackmailed by soldiers, he will only get coins."
The answer is obvious.
The source of the cured meat is not official supplies, nor extortion proceeds, nor can it come from "donations" from villagers
In this hilly area, is there any other possibility?
"We should have thought of it earlier, Mentos." Lan En's eyes were lowered.
"How could such a criminal gang not say hello to the local officials?"
How much effort it takes for criminals to cover up their traces.
But as long as you have a good relationship with these three rotten soldiers who represent the official force, let them say "everything is normal" when reporting to their superiors.
Wouldn’t this save more than half of the energy?
As for whether these three soldiers knew that those who “honored” them were a group of cannibals, they didn’t care.
Looking at the three tattered corpses again, Lan En did not do anything drastic.
The person is dead, and he will not vent his anger on the corpse.
"Suck"
Put the bacon strips under your nose and sniff it gently. In your mind, Mentos spent a lot of effort to get the smell of the bacon itself. Block it out.
A smell belonging to the carrier of dried meat emerged.
Fortunately, these dried meats had only arrived two days ago, and the residual smell was still enough.
The witcher’s extraordinary senses are not unreasonably strong. If another day passes, Lan En will probably not be able to get any clues no matter how hard he tries.
The pair of slightly bright cat eyes also followed the direction of the smell on the ground and found intermittent footprints as road corrections.
Lan led Poppy and followed the footsteps.
At least today, young people are lucky.
Staff Sergeant Philip Strenger wiped the beard on his face, wiped the wine off, and let out a sigh of relief.
Although he was still riding a horse, he couldn't help but take out his wine bottle and take a few sips.
In the past few days, he felt that he was becoming more and more inseparable from alcohol.
In the past, he used to drink just to vent his family's depression, but now if he doesn't have the bottle in his hand, he starts to feel uncomfortable all over.
He became addicted.
He knows it too.
But the reason why "addiction" can be called "addiction" is because there is no way.
But fortunately, he is still strong, capable of killing people and riding horses.
That's all his immediate boss asked of him.
"How far are we from that Kang and Quill?"
Philip, smelling of wine, asked the cavalry beside him, Halberdier York.
"The village is called Condale, boss. In half an hour, we will almost be at the military station."
York was not very popular among a group of battlefield veterans. It was because of his relationship with the capable demon hunter that he was chosen by Philip in the last mission.
After the sergeant toasted him two more glasses while drinking, this group of veterans knew that this guy's status was different.
So even in a riding formation, he could line up next to the sergeant.
“Damn it, those damn human traffickers are getting more and more rampant, making it impossible for me to drink in peace.”
Philip let out a burp full of alcohol. A fierce look on his face.
The number of abducted children is still increasing, and the scope involved is also getting wider and wider.
The thing itself is not big, the key is the big impact.
The farmers had no intention of farming, so the knight lost his temper in the crow's nest.
It was all his money, his money
So Phillip’s team could only run around and explore.
According to Sir's original words, "Even if you go to the most remote muddy swamp in Wellen to dig up the swamp witch's fart, you still have to find the human trafficker for me."
Now Indeed, there are only remote places that have not been found.
But no one wanted to go to the swamp, so they could only go to a remote village like Condale to explore the situation as a business trip. Please remember to bookmark, the latest and fastest website is free to read without anti-theft