Five flares flickered in the sky.

When they were first launched, the enemy's line was illuminated as if it were daylight. After that, they stayed there, not as bright as before, but then they remained fairly bright.

On the B&B side's front, countless fires erupted from many muskets, intertwined into a network of firepower, pressing the small number of enemies who tried to advance to lie there and unable to raise their heads.

The main forces of the DTPH joint team chose to retreat, avoiding such an attack.

Alan looked at the shooting of his subordinates and was slightly satisfied. This rapid-fire mode looks impressive, but in fact, many of the bullets fired are fake.

In this way, consumption is minimized. And if the enemy finds out that they are fake, ignores them and rushes over them on a large scale, then their own subordinates can replace them with a large number of real bullets and inflict a lot of damage on the enemy.

Perhaps, the next step can be to take an offensive posture.

Gad betrayed, but not necessarily all of his men--- some may just be ignorant. After Gad's death, the enemy may not dare to let them join the battle. As long as you attack and gain the upper hand, those people may come back.

The number of enemies is relatively large, but the attributes are generally inferior to those of your own men. Although Arnold is not present and cannot use key items, the enemies also have their weakness, which is that they are too loosely organized.

Multiple teams that are united have such shortcomings. The people of each team give priority to their own interests. Hard bones must be gnawed by others, and if you take advantage, you must not miss yourself.

This is also the reason why Alan does not retreat. Once they have retreated, the enemy teams will think that they have the upper hand and will use all kinds of means to attack. But as long as they insist, they will leave all kinds of means unused.

Allen knew these things in the past. As long as the leader of them is defeated, the rest of the troops will lose their will to fight and will tend to retreat.

There is no doubt about the two-headed vulture.

Alan looked at the two-headed vulture men who were shooting in the distance.

The weakness of these barbarians is their economy. They are all poor, and as long as there is a war of attrition, they will involuntarily feel heartache and begin to back down.

Even if DTPH were willing to give them some financial support, they would have reacted the same. This kind of reaction is always worth relying on.

As he thought so, Jack walked up to him with a sturdy man in his arms. "Look, I've captured a captive."

Alan looked to him. "It's... Molitov of the Two-Headed Vulture? ”

"Hello." Said the tied captive. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Captain Allen."

"He tried to get around the net of fire and sneak in." Jack said. "We might be able to get some information out of him."

"Whatever you want." Moritov smiled flatteringly. "I'll say anything, but please take my life."

"Who are we against?" Jack asked.

"The workhorse of our two-headed vultures, and part of the DTPH joint team."

Moritov spoke, explaining that the DTPH team had taken advantage of the previous victory, that they had annexed some of the remaining teams, that they had been asked to fight alongside them, and so on.

"What are they giving you?" Alan asked.

"Destroy you." Moritov replied. "If someone is willing to surrender, it is acceptable, and the rest will be wiped out."

"How?" Alan asked. "Who's in command? How do the spies planted on our side cooperate with you? ”

"Normal attack. Wang Luo, the head of DTPH, entrusted our head to command here. Moritov replied in turn. The scheming thing, he didn't say, just let our regiment commander have a normal battle. ”

Alan glanced at Jack and saw that the other party was also looking at him. "How much did that traitor tell you?"

"Who?" Moritov looked at a picture that did not understand the situation. "I don't know... We don't know. ”

It's normal that the bribery wasn't told to the allies. But in such a situation, this Mr. Moritov said that he did not know at all, and that was not taking himself for a fool?

Alan groaned.

How much does this person really know? If Arthur leads the team out to find Gad's men... Can he provide the necessary information?

That would be a distraction to a certain extent. Otherwise, let Arthur lead the team to attack the two-headed vultures?

As he was thinking this, Arthur came running from a distance. "Two people died on the right, and I arranged for the front to shrink a little."

Dead? Alan looked into the darkness. "What's going on? The enemy sent someone to sneak attack? ”

"Look at the wound, it's the result of a ranged attack." Arthur said.

"Impossible!" Alan subconsciously denied. "In such a situation, how could our people be killed by a long-range attack?"

"I didn't say it was the enemy's hand." Arthur said with a gloomy face. "Both were shot in the back of the head, the kind of silent puncture bullets."

Alan was stunned, and then, his face was covered with clouds again. "In other words, the bastard from before did it again?"

"I'm afraid so." Arthur said. "This time, I didn't hear him shout holy shit."

"Gotta find him!" Alan roared. "This bastard is simply despising us!"

"I've set a trap." Arthur said. "He's supposed to be hands-on, so I had Dodd make a few dummies and set them up all over the place. Now, it's up to this person to see if he or not will be fooled. ”

Alan looked at Arthur, nodded, and then looked at Moritov on the side. "Did you hear it all?"

Moritov nodded sheepishly.

"The spies you sent are constantly killing our team members." Allen said. "In such a situation, if you really don't know anything, then I can only kill you to avenge everyone. Now, let me ask you again, do you still want to say that you don't know anything about the scheming? ”

"I...."Moritov clearly felt the danger of death, and large beads of sweat kept falling from his head. I didn't expect them to do it..."

"You came here to get in touch with the spies." Alan said in a determined voice. "If you don't admit it now, you're insulting me. Do you want to live? ”

"I want to... Think. "Molitov hesitated for a moment and made a decision." What do you need me to do? ”

"It's easy, help us find that spy." Allen said. "How much do you know about him?"

"I'm just here to deliver him props," Moritov finally relented. The Captain cast a spell on me, allowing me to hide my form and avoid most ranged attacks. Send an item that can help one of you attack your teammates. ”

"Where's the prop?" Arthur on the side interjected unreasonably. "Take me there."

Alan groaned, resisting the offense, and looked at Arthur. "I'll leave it to you, find him out, immediately!"