At dawn, the manhunt continued.

Two or three hundred people carried torches around the Beiguan Military Fort and searched all night along the dense forest valleys on the east and west sides, but the result was not as smooth as expected, and the traitors who had infiltrated the Wells Legion still fled, to be precise, the search and arrest operation failed to catch both traitors.

"My lord, when we found this guy, he was dead, he was hit by a hammer and broke his thigh bone, but the fatal wound was in the chest, and someone stabbed him in the heart." In the open space outside the Beiguan Military Fort, Odo, who was in charge of the search and arrest operation on the east side, led people back with a stiff corpse.

{Note: A striking ram is a hunting tool that uses heavy wood as a pendulum and is equipped with a tripping mechanism.} }

Art walked over to the corpse and crouched down to take a closer look, and Art recognized the face. This man was a bankrupt farmer recruited by the caravan, simple-looking, and unspeakable, and did not argue with anyone since joining the Yate army, and was quite diligent and hardworking when he was in the recruits, and was very liked by the instructors. Art remembers that he had rewarded this honest face among the outstanding recruits he had rewarded during his recruit training.

However, at this time, goodbye is already life and death, and what annoys Art the most is that this honest "pacesetter" in his heart will suddenly show a hideous face, wanting to poison himself and his officers.

"What about the other viper?" Art stood up and asked coldly.

Odo knew that he couldn't get around this topic, so he bowed his head and replied ashamedly: "My lord, these two people should be specially trained headhunters, they are very careful when they escape, the tracks along the way have been handled, and they even know how to run back and forth at forks in the road, so that we can't figure out which way we went......"

"I'm asking where the other one went?" Art was a little annoyed, he had to catch these two people, one was to stabilize the morale of the army, and the other was that he had to find out the shadow behind the two, and only by knowing who the enemy was could he prescribe the right medicine.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Otto's forehead, "My lord, we couldn't keep up with another poisonous snake, he was injured, so there were blood stains all the way, but when I took Wei Yu's third banner team to chase along the blood trails to the edge of the high mountain in the east, the blood stains disappeared~"

"Hundreds of people with torches, led by the leader, pursued a wounded man, and let him run away? And you yourselves have been wounded by the trap several times, and twenty or thirty people have been scattered, are you all eating grass? ”

The commander shouted and cursed, and the entourage and officers around him lowered their heads and did not dare to speak.

Art rarely gets angry like today, he rubbed his forehead and calmed down, "How is the next search mission arranged?" ”

Odo quickly raised his head and replied, "My lord, we have determined that the man who escaped must have gone to the east, so the more than 100 people in the east will continue to search after dawn, and I intend to pull all the soldiers from the west to the east, and take the place where the blood stains disappeared as the center, and draw a large net within five miles of the circle." Also, I'll have someone bring a letter to the sergeant major in the wasteland, asking him to lead the cavalry to search east along the edge of the wasteland's jungle. ”

"At the same time, I can't rule out that guy sneaking into the Valley Wooden Fort and the Valley Lands in reverse, so I'll have Buzz lead the garrison to launch a big search for the Wooden Fort and the Valley Lands and their vicinity."

Art listened to Odo's deployment, although the method was safe, but it was too rough, "The way you said is safe, but this requires the mobilization of all forces, in this vast dense forest valley, we are only a few ants." ”

Otto didn't refute, he was waiting for Arte's next step.

"Think about it, if you are the traitor and are not familiar with the dense forest barren valley in the eastern part of the valley, will you choose to continue to circle in the dense forest or get rid of the dense forest as soon as possible, how will you escape from the pursuit?"

Otto thought for a moment, "If it were me, I would go out of the jungle and walk close to the edge, so that I can avoid getting lost in the mountains, and I can hide in the jungle immediately in case of danger, and the wasteland is easier to walk than the jungle." ”

"You're all familiar with the terrain to the east, but think about it, as someone who is not very familiar with roads, which path is the easiest way to get out of the jungle to the edge of the wasteland?"

Everyone recalled the topography of the dense forest valley in the east and the location where the blood stains had disappeared, and replied in unison: "Wild Wolf Valley! ”

"My lord! Letter from the east, catch that traitor! A soldier who was in charge of delivering the message interrupted the conversation......

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Time goes back to the scene of the manhunt in the early hours of the morning.

Spencer's baggage search party and a squadron of soldiers led by the petty officer named Caprivi got lost in the darkest part of the morning, and the twenty or so men were getting farther and farther away from the search team, and by the time the search party was chasing the bloodstains due east, the twenty or so unreliable fellows had already walked two miles to the northeast to the top of a hillside at the junction of the jungle and the wasteland.

"Caprivi, you are really a stubborn donkey, even the guide who led the way said that you must have gone astray, you have to be tough, now it's okay, the shadow of the brigade is gone, and after a while, we will gather at dawn and find that we are lost, and we have to be trained when we go back, you are really a bad luck." Standing on the hillside, Spencer looked at the black wasteland, and couldn't help but complain to the squadron leader named Caprivey.

According to the information received by their two small teams in the second half of the night, the search team had caught a poisonous snake, and the other poisonous snake was wounded and was fleeing to the east.

The order given above to these two teams was to act as the leftmost wing of the entire search team, responsible for the least stressful wài wéi search, and to be assigned to the most wài wéi, and the opportunity to receive meritorious service awards was almost gone.

So Caprivey and Spencer lost the initial momentum, and everyone was too tired after being tired all night, and the two old ** led everyone lazily all the way over.

But the two of them were too slow, and they were soon thrown away by the brigade and lost their way~

"When have you been talking about these useless things, think about how to adjust the direction to catch up with the brigade?" Caprivi was also a little anxious.

"What can I think of, it's not my team!" Spencer habitually began to shake the pot.

"Aren't you a veteran of Lord Arte's men? The veterans of each team know a general terrain, why don't you know? ”

Spencer rolled his eyes, "I'm a baggage officer, not a commander, and I was busy with military affairs when the adults took the guys to hunt at that time, so how could I have time to follow the hunt and check the terrain." ”

"What then?"

"What can I do? Go back the way you came~" Spencer replied dryly.

Caprivi pointed to the wasteland to the north, "There seems to be a valley mouth below, and we should be able to return to Beiguan if we go west along the edge of the wasteland." ”

"Do you know the nearby terrain? Are you sure you can return to Beiguan along the wasteland, or don't take the risk, if the edge of the dense forest is north-south, you and I may have to run to the north of Tinets County~ Wait for you to return to the barracks in embarrassment after ten days and a half months, and then you will not be beaten and scolded. Spencer rejected Caprivey's suggestion and turned around to return the way he came.

"Okay~" Caprivi felt that Spencer had a point, and glanced at the mouth of the canyon below the mountain before turning around.

"Hey~There seems to be a round black shadow in Taniguchi~"

"Really? Hey, really. ”

Spencer glanced at a black round shadow at the mouth of the canyon, and then looked at the terrain, "Forget it, you have to climb up when you go down, how tired you are, go back early to rest." "Along the way, you have to turn around and walk back.

However, Caprivi did not intend to save this little strength, he did not care about the people of the baggage team, and directly beckoned the soldiers of the squadron to go down the hill and towards the valley mouth......

"Hey, you idiot!" Spencer scolded and followed......

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As the sun was rising, more than two dozen soldiers were taking turns carrying a wooden stick in the dense forest on the east side of the Beiguan Military Fort. A ragged, bloody fellow was bound like a captured boar with a wooden stick through his hands and feet through the hemp rope.

The guy on the wooden stick had fallen unconscious from blood loss, but the black-robed soldiers who carried him out of the mountain showed no mercy, and he was accompanied by the soldiers' fists and clubs all the way, and the blood dripped all the way back.

Spencer came out of the dense forest, watched the commander of Art and his party go down the gentle slope of the North Pass Military Fort and walk towards him, and rushed in front of Caprivi to meet him, "My lord, this is the joint efforts of our baggage team and Caprivi's squadron, just at the mouth of a canyon in the northeast, this bastard fell into a large pit and broke his leg, and when he was pulled up, he was armed to resist and intended to kill himself with a knife, so we smashed his hand bones again. ”

Spencer glanced at Caprivi with angry eyes, winced slightly, and walked towards the murderer on the wooden stick.

Art looked at the dense forest along the crowd, and there were drops of blood all the way, "You're going to let his blood turn into jerky?" ”

"Huh?" The crowd was puzzled.

"I want to live! If you drain the blood, you will die! Don't you know? Art reproached Spencer.

"That~ Then I'll bandage him first to stop the bleeding?"

"Go quickly, feed him more honey water, and when he wakes up, I will have a good talk with him......," Art said, and returned to the camp with his hands behind his back.

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In the evening, the guy who had been bandaged to stop the bleeding and poured honey water to recuperate had already woken up.

The guy who was bruised all over his body, broke his leg and smashed his hand, his face was pale, but his eyes were not only not the slightest pain and fear, but full of murderous intent.

He was bound hand and foot and wrapped around a long wooden table with hemp rope looped, and the end of the wooden table was raised, so the guy kept his feet high and his head on the ground in a strange position.

This posture had been going on for half an afternoon, and Art and the guards were standing or sitting, looking straight at the guy on the wooden table, neither questioning nor pending, with an eerie silence.

The guy lying on the wooden table finally couldn't stand this strange scene, he struggled a few times, and scolded everyone in the room: "Bastard, if you have the ability, you can cut me with a sword, if I have half a word of begging for mercy, I will lose!"

Seeing that the person on the wooden table finally spoke, Art opened his squinting eyelids, slowly got up from the recliner and walked to the wooden table, showing a sincere smile, and said: "Man, what do you think of me as a person, how can I be willing to let you suffer from flesh and skin before I have a good chat with you, so don't worry." You just have to answer me, who are you? Where did it come from? For whom? Then I will slash you with a sword, and I will ensure that you will not suffer a little, a hundred times more painful than your hapless companion. ”

"You want something from me, don't think about it, phew." The guy on the wooden table spat a mouthful of bloody sputum at Art, but due to the tricky angle, the bloody sputum fell on Art's armor skirt in an arc.

Art ignored it and said gently to the guy tied up at the table, "You don't have to provoke me, I won't let you die easily until I get what I want."

With that, Art waved his hand at Ron, who was behind him, and Ron carried a bucket of clear well water to Art's side.

Art took a scoop of water from the barrel with a large wooden spoon, gently approached the mouth of the guy on the table, and fed him a mouthful of water.

The guy at the table was not polite, and drank the water from the wooden spoon in one gulp, and then sighed contentedly.

"Water is a good thing, but it's also the closest thing to hell." Art said something that made the people at the table baffled.

"Two men to help him hold his head." Art gave an order to the guards beside him, then took a light cotton towel from Ron's hand and gently covered it over the door of the guy on the wooden table.

The guy tied to the wooden table did not have the slightest fear or a word of begging for mercy, and did not even shake his head to resist, he only thought that Art wanted to cover his face and then cut off his head.

The guy with his face covered by a towel quietly waited for the final death......

But after a while, it didn't feel like a short sword cutting his throat, but someone picked up a wooden spoon and poured water on the towel.

The guy at the table felt cool and refreshed at first, and then suddenly ......

Watching the guy on the wooden table keep stretching his legs and kicking his feet, shaking his head and struggling, Art knew that it had achieved its effect.

"Tell him to slow down after pouring half a bucket of water each time, and then pour the remaining half bucket of water on it, so as not to kill him. Wait for him to open up me. Art gave a word to the executioner and lay back on his recliner to continue napping......

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Art had just squinted into a light sleep amid the sound of whimpering and struggling when Ron walked over and gently patted him awake.

"Master, that guy is willing to speak, and the bucket of water hasn't run out yet." Ron glanced at his master with admiration.

"Oh? Throwing in the towel so quickly? I still have to squint for a while, and tell him to hold on to half a bucket of water, and after half a bucket of water, I will wake up. After saying that, Art adjusted his posture and continued to lie down on the bearskin chair and nap.

Ron's face was full of excitement as it was torn by the scar......

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