During SEALs' field training, the team undergoes nine weeks of training that includes intelligence gathering, building infiltration, long-range reconnaissance and patrolling, and close-quarters combat. In addition, there is training in the use of tactical knives in response to sniper attacks. As a result, hunting techniques such as tracking animal tracks, silent stealth, ambushes, and traps are the best choices for spotting the enemy.

In later generations, Isabel Walton, who was unable to be part of her brother's unit, the SEALs, because of her gender, was now working as a SEAL team on land. Moreover, the working environment, technology and means are also carried out in the era of cold weapons.

Of course, the combat environment of 1540 was not an era of pure cold weapons, because Henry VIII's royal armory already stored 2,250 large and small cannons and 6,500 arquebuses. However, an arquebus that requires a section of arquebus, is complicated to operate, cannot be used in rainy days, has poor accuracy, has a short effective range, and only fires 2 rounds every 3 minutes, can it play the role of a firearm in a special operations environment?

In this regard, Isabel can only hold a sneering attitude. If it was a flintlock pistol from a flintlock pistol that came out a few years later, she would be interested in using it for two shots. However, flintlock pistols still cannot play the role of a hot weapon in special operations. Therefore, bows and arrows, short swords, and tactical knives are the best choices.

Standing on the edge of the forest under the night sky, Isabel's mind was so clear that she even recalled another cold weapon known as a harvesting weapon in special operations missions, the Gurkha saber (commonly known as the dog-leg knife). However, the Gurkha saber is just a recurve knife, an essential tool for outdoor survival. It still has a certain gap compared to the Roman short sword, the hand half sword, the left-handed short sword with a serrated blade, and the Arabic scimitar.

Isabel quickly put aside the idea of the Gurkha saber and pulled out an eye-and-mouth tether from her saddlebag made of cowhide, similar to that of later ski masks. Although the hood looks like some kind of sex toy, she prefers to think of it as a ski mask. The benefits of wearing this fully enclosed head cover are self-evident, not only to play a concealing role, but also to prevent snakes, ants, insects and pigs from attacking the head.

John, as her godson, of course, also had an exact same hood. The two of them put on their hoods, fastened the rope at the back of their necks, and put on leather knight's gloves. After the two of them came face to face to check each other's bodies for any spots showing their skin and their respective weapons, Isabel sternly ordered, "Remember, don't speak, and act according to my orders." ”

"Yes, godmother." John agreed, and looked at the forest on the other side of the pond on the right, "Godmother, is the forest across the pond also going to explore?" ”

Isabel glanced to the left, "Well, yes. Also, treat your enemies as if they were prey, and be careful of the traps they set. ”

"Understood, godmother."

"Alright, let's go."

After hiding their horses at the edge of the forest, the two quietly entered the forest where the gang of thieves led by Matthew Bisle was hiding like ghosts in the night. According to Isabel's original idea, she planned to sneak around alone to spy on the enemy. In any case, it is even more difficult for the enemy to detect when a person is lurking to reconnoiter the enemy.

However, her godson John stuck to her body like kraft candy and couldn't shake it off, so she had to bring this stunned boy with her. Since the boy who regarded killing as the greatest joy in his life was a pure teenager of the late Middle Ages, Isabel converted the tactical thinking of special operations into a hunting technique taught to him. In this way, when carrying out the task of reconnoitring the enemy, John will not run around stupidly to expose himself.

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At this moment, Matthew's most trusted companion, Edmund, was lying on a bed made of hay and linen, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. He had been thinking about the fact that Isabel had led the security forces to attack the camp that he had talked to Matthew about in the afternoon. I don't know how long it took, but the thought became clearer and clearer in his mind, and it scared him more and more.

He opened his eyes, got up and left his bed, and walked out of his hut made of thatch and tree trunks. I walked to the middle of the camp and looked at the bonfire with only tinder, and decided to raise it anyway. In autumn, the sunset time is getting longer and longer, and it will be completely dark as soon as it is dinner time. He didn't like the night for so long, and he didn't like to be unable to sleep in the dark.

After the bonfire is lit, the temperature generated by the burning of the firewood makes his body feel comfortable. Wrapped up in the robbed merchant's outfit, he looked up to see a figure standing on the north side of the camp. He walked over slowly, smiled softly and said to one of the peasant thieves who was on guard, "Brother, how is it?" If it's cold, go bake it for a while. ”

The spear-armed peasant smiled at him, "It's nothing. Edmund, if only you could get me some ale. ”

Edmund smiled and turned to walk towards the camp. Perhaps he had no idea that the man who kept him awake was quietly observing him less than 10 paces away. Hidden under a bush, John lay on the grass, turned his head to look at Isabel and pointed at the peasant thieves on guard.

Isabel nodded, and said in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "You can't kill him yet." ”

John probably didn't think he could express his thoughts with gestures alone, so he quietly put his mouth into Isabel's ear, "We can't find out about these thieves without killing him." ”

"Do you see that 'merchant'? He talked to this guy for a few words and then left, and I think he'll be back. ”

"Okay, I see."

When Edmund returned with a jug and a glass, Isabel pointed at John. After thanking Edmund, the vigilant farmer sat down under a large tree on his right and drank ale. Standing beside him, Edmund watched the woods, bushes, and grass between the trees in front of him vigilantly, and asked the thief who was sitting down to drink, "Brother, did you find anything just now?" ”

"I didn't see anything except a few bird calls, a few animals that presumably went to the pond to drink."

"Well, hopefully it's another peaceful night."

The peasant thief sitting on the floor put down his glass and looked up at him, "Edmund, you're worried that the Judge's army will come and attack our camp, are you?" ”