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It was a team of refugees, trudging through the ice and snow, there were hundreds of people in the team, and there were almost no adult males among them, only a lame middle-aged veteran rode around the team as the village chief, riding a veteran horse, shouting and urging the team.

From time to time, the middle-aged village chief, with a scar on his face, jumped off his horse, limped his limp legs, trampled on the thick layer of snow, and helped some ox carts and wagons that had fallen into the snow pits, and worked together with his master to push them out.

At the front of the procession, where the thick snow had already buried the crooked country road, several sturdy women with shovels and shovels worked together skillfully to shovel away the soft snow and make a narrow path for the procession to pass.

As a result, this team of more than 200 people was not only dragged long, but also extremely slow, and the speed at which they were advancing was entirely dependent on the speed at which they opened the road.

In the queue, the formerly lively children were now thickly packed, their little faces were flushed, their noses were frozen by the cold into cloudy icicles hanging under their noses, and they sat tremblingly in the humble carport, accompanied by those scarce luggage and finances.

Women and the elderly walked on both sides of the queue, carrying their own life-saving food and a few copper plates, and walked the snow with confusion about the future.

A gray-haired old woman, with red eyes and silent sobbing, remembered her elderly husband and son, who had been drawn into the castle by the lord before the winter, and with them most of the family's winter food.

The lame middle-aged village chief saw this, walked up to the old woman, and scolded loudly in his broken voice.

"Old immortal, cry what to cry about, save a little effort to survive, your husband and son are hiding in the castle, they will definitely be safe, and when the ice and snow melt, we will return to the village and you will naturally see them. However, before that, you have to survive before you can see them with your own eyes, I don't want to and can't carry your bones to them, if you die, we will definitely not be able to take your corpse, the hungry wolves on the snow will eat the corpse, and then you will never see your family again. ”

In the midst of the scolding, the old woman was forcibly helped by the village chief to sit on his old horse and carry his luggage down. to ease the burden on the old guys.

In this way, the lame village chief led the horse, carried the luggage, and limped along his lame leg, scolding the slow-moving refugees, urging them to throw down useless items in order to speed up the procession.

When the war was coming, the nobles and lords who were high up had obviously predicted the coming of war. In order to prepare for war, they not only transferred all the young men in the territory, but also sent a convoy to collect the food of the poor in excess of the amount, and in all these actions, the nobles did not take into account the consequences of their actions.

Perhaps, in their eyes, the lives of civilians are nothing more than the number of taxes collected.

Captain Teemo thought as he sighed secretly, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The team of refugees was still trekking, and the Scout team was quietly climbing the snow twenty meters away on either side of their road, following their slow walking speed, all the while secretly watching, Captain Timo had already memorized the faces of everyone in the team.

And the scout squads in the stealth are obviously not mortals who can find them.

After a while, the refugee team stopped, they began to rest, several women took out dry food flatbread from the caravan and began to distribute it to everyone in the caravan, and the members of the team also intuitively handed their food to the village chief next to the caravan, told him to put it away, and put it on the caravan after counting it.

"Gather the food and distribute it according to the head, it seems that the village chief still has a little leadership ability."

Captain Teemo secretly thought that there was nothing to observe about this refugee team now, and Captain Teemo already knew everything about this kind of refugee team, even the lame middle-aged village chief had a fierce wife and a beautiful and heroic daughter.

Captain Teemo and his team left the refugee team quietly, there was not even a trace of walking on the snow, and I don't know how the scouts were doing it, these big men who were at least two meters tall walked on the snow bending over and walking without leaving a trace.

A pheasant with its head buried in the snow and rummaging for food was still "cooing" when the scouts walked by two meters away, without noticing.

After leaving the refugee group two kilometers away, Captain Teemo and the scout team first went to a jungle, and then, under the orders of Captain Teemo, they took out their own salted meat and dried food and ate them, ready to fill their stomachs first.

Under the ice and snow, the originally dry and hard salted meat has been frozen into steel, and a scout casually pulled out a strip of dry and hard salted meat, waved it in the posture of holding a chainsaw sword, and split it on a rock, "pop", the smooth rock left a white trace, and the crushed stone powder floated with the cold wind.

Captain Teemo glared at the feisty scout and ordered.

"Brother Cory, since you are so skillful, why don't you take the place of the Saxon monk and go to the sentry?"

"Yes, Captain."

Brother Corey obediently put down his bacon and passed by a scout to take over his job.

"Corey, thank you."

In the face of this thanks, Corey stretched out a middle finger with his backhand without looking back, despising his gloating teammates.

The Corey scouts went to sentry, and after the rest of the scouts quickly and silently gnawed the stiff bacon with their teeth, they gathered in a circle around Captain Teemo and began to prepare their wartime simulation reports.

However, the report had to be closed before it could begin, as the voice of the Corey scout, who was in charge of the sentry, rang out from the communicator.

"Report to the captain, there is gunpowder smoke about two kilometers to the southeast, not like the smoke of an ordinary fire, but like the scene of being set on fire."

"Arson?"

Captain Teemo frowned, and he quickly pulled out a detailed hand-drawn battle map from his backpack, this map was the masterpiece of Captain Teemo and his scout team this month, running back and forth on this cross-country plain, using steel boots to draw a detailed battle map, even the small paths unknown to most of the locals were depicted on it.

"To the southeast, two kilometers away, isn't that where the refugee contingent we just observed is located?"

Captain Timo frowned, looking up at the southeastern sky, some of the frost falling from it as he moved.

However, at this time, Captain Teemo's place was in the jungle, and the dense layer of snow covering the pine forest obscured Captain Teemo's vision, making him look down on the sky in the distance.

"What happened when the refugee contingent arrived, it turned out that there was arson."

Captain Teemo had a hunch that something must have happened to the refugee team just now, but the Wartime Regulations of the Warbon Warband regulated him, so he didn't dare to act rashly.

On the other hand, some of the remaining things and kindness in Captain Timo's heart were urging him to go back and see, even if it was possible to run in vain, even if it was possible to violate the military rule that he should not rashly reveal his whereabouts.

"Second Lieutenant Timo, what are we going to do!"

Captain Teemo turned his head to look at the scouts, the frost freezing on their faces, hanging over their eyebrows, making them look cold and hard, but there was something inexplicable in their eyes, like anticipation and struggle.

", I can't care so much!"