Henry Small seemed to recall a bad memory, huddled and wiggled.

The soldiers were reluctant to let go of any clues, and although Henry Small described it as terrifying enough, it obviously did not frighten the more than twenty brave hearts.

The soldiers came to the top of the hill, and what was reflected in front of them was a sharpshooter soldier crucified on a wooden cross, like an ugly trophy.

He had wires wrapped around his wrists and ankles, his eyes had been gouged out, and his sockets were stuffed with corn silk. His jaw distorted and opened, as if he were screaming silently.

His mouth was stuffed with corn husks.

After a brief period of discomfort, the soldiers lowered the body from the cross, always believing that it was impossible for the soldiers of Samar to flee without a fight, and that only the nobles were guilty.

So, they were outraged by the tragic plight of these comrades-in-arms!

When doctors examined the body, they found a letter hidden in the body's arms.

Dear Brother,

Our exact location is to be kept secret, so we can only tell you that we are still in Arkansas, and rest assured that we will not disgrace the Grand Duke. Although we haven't participated in the real operation yet, sooner or later we will be beating the Yankees.

If we give it a chance, these Labama boys can teach those Yankees how to behave.

I got to know the Watson brothers, and Jack Collens and, by the way, Alvin Rosington, who was a good marksman.

Something happened in the camp last night, and a meteor flew through the sky. Some people think it's a trick of the Yankees, while others say it's a mysterious wizard casting an evil spell.

Although the meteor looked thousands of miles away, something seemed to have fallen from the back mountain, and it was on fire. A few of the lads immediately couldn't help but want to take a look, but the captain ordered them all to stay where they were, knowing that the captain would not tolerate those who disobeyed his orders.

I don't blame them, after all, it's a star that fell from the sky.

It's nothing short of a miracle!

I'll write to you again at a time. Tell Mom not to worry, I'm fine, thanks to the blessing of the moon god, I'll be able to go home almost in the summer.

Your brother

…

Yang Hao tasted a bit of a familiar taste from the letter, the breath of Cthulhu.

Henry Small pointed out that the man who killed the Marksman lived in the valley below the mountain.

Behind the limestone ridge overgrown with jagged oak trees is a small valley with a few small houses looming.

The road down into the ravine was steep, and the soldiers had to weave through twisting cedar forests and climb over rocky cliffs. Small suddenly became bold at this moment, randomly chose a direction where no one was around, and ran like crazy.

It's like looking for death!

Sure enough, the idiot didn't run a few steps before he fell into the dark mountain stream.

No one grieved for him, and the soldiers were more careful in their movements.

A narrow valley is hidden between cliffs and cliffs, and a willow-leafy creek winds its way through the valley floor. When the soldiers entered the valley, they realized that it was clear that something was wrong.

Large swaths of vegetation seemed to have withered, withered leaves covered with powdery mildew, bark on trunks withered and peeling, and decaying wildflowers with rotting fungi.

The animals of the valley were not spared, a dragonfly with three wings landed on the soldier's shoulder, and a frog with two heads wriggled in the stream.

This situation made Yang Hao think of Rael, his witchcraft could cause similar consequences.

The soldiers received visual bombs in a row, and their spirits were a little sluggish.

There is a dirt road in the valley, and the few crumbling wooden buildings on both sides of the road are the village of Crook Holo.

Although there is an eerie tranquility over the village, and there are almost no living creatures in sight, the village is not completely deserted.

Affected by the eerie atmosphere, Frey did not disperse his team when searching the village, and they inspected the buildings in the village one by one.

Their first search was the Gatling Sawmill, a simple frame house with a hydraulically powered vertical circular saw that could produce about 2,000 feet of planks in 24 hours.

It used to be the most profitable arrow in the village, but now it is just sitting there quietly.

The soldiers, who did not receive useful information, then searched Mumford Mill.

The mill seems to have recently suffered a fire, and the walls are so cracked that they don't look very solid.

In the corner of the mill, there was a charred corpse, and just as the skinny monkey was about to come forward to inspect it, the doctor jerked him backwards.

It turned out that the walls of the mill collapsed at this time, burying the bodies.

"Don't worry about it, you can't leave anything left after burning like this."

Frey didn't want to waste his time cleaning up the ruins, the village gave him a very bad feeling, and deep down he didn't want to stay here, or even want to escape from it!

With a hint of fear, the soldiers turned to search the militia training camp.

It is a one-room log house, and the door has been bolted from the inside. The windows of the room were too small for people to enter, but the earth-and-stone structure could not withstand the impact of Volibel.

"Boom!" Fragments flew sideways and broken trees were scattered all over the ground.

When the dust had cleared a little, the soldiers cautiously entered the house, where the weapon rack in the corner was toppled over, but there was no weapon in sight.

There were signs of a fight on the floor, and the large expanse of blood proved that there had been a terrible battle here.

A few small leather bags were tossed on the floor not far away, and it looked like no one had touched them in a while.

Upon opening the leather bag, the group found the body inside, as well as some unrecognizable dry dust.

There were obvious knife wounds and axe marks on the corpse, the remains had not been sorted out, and the congealed blood clots had been stuck to the clothes!

The corpses were not very old, and the dead were all young people from the village.

Why are they gathered here, and who killed them?

Things became more and more confusing, Yang Hao frowned slightly, the progress at the moment was too slow, he decided to scan the village with ultrasound, but the results obtained were extremely blurry, as if they were disturbed by something.

In astonishment, Yang Hao unexpectedly heard some movement, which was a cough!

Finally a living person!

Next door to the militia training camp was a small, crumbling bungalow with a collapsed roof, and a lot of rainwater condensed on the dilapidated floor.

The environment is very poor, but it is the only "hospital" in the village.

Inside the room lay an old man on a broken bed, his face pale and sunken, his skin chapped and wrinkled.

Yang Hao only glanced at it and knew that he was dying.

Finding Yang Hao's arrival, the old man motioned for Yang Hao to approach him in a faint voice that could barely be heard.

"Get out of here now", the old man weakly pulled Yang Hao's sleeve and warned him: "It's too late!" ”