Townsend was indeed unprepared, but not for the sake of going to war, but for the sake of escape.

His goal was to get out of this damn mess, and the thought hadn't disappeared from Townsend's mind since he had been captured as cannon fodder - to fight for the Andorran Union?

In the nineteen-year-old part of Yanei's memory, the old man drank too much Moutai when he was born, and said with Townsend in his ear that no matter what force or background, as long as he went to the battlefield, the regiment commander and below were all grass mustard. Desperately have your share, don't think about rescuing you.

The size of the Vulture Wing, more than 500 people, what kind of level is it in the Red Empire? It's only half a battalion. In the same way, it has a corresponding place in the Andorran Union - it dies without bubbling!

Thirty-six strategies are the best policy, but Townsend has a premise for oiling the soles of his feet, that is, he has to eliminate the interference of the supernatural chick. And in order to eliminate the interference of the Psychic Chick, it is necessary to have her basic information.

At least Townsend wanted to know how tough she really was, how did she spot herself, what moves and skills did she have, and how could she evade her?

But what makes Townsend sad is that he has only managed to get the rank of second lieutenant, which is still far from the level of being able to get close to the level of the Anomalous Master Chick. Under normal circumstances, this would take 10 years, to say the least. Ten years, maybe the universe will blow up twice!

The romantic grievances lasted only a short moment, and Townsend made up his mind. Since you can't get close to the Anomalist under normal circumstances, you can only take the abnormal path......

Townsend immediately began to arrange.

First of all, he began to reduce the training intensity of the Spear Team, so that his subordinates had time and energy to visit the door, and at the same time arranged for Captain Monkey and the cook to collect relevant information. Townsend himself, on the other hand, began to care about the combat readiness of the wing.

Thankfully, like everything else, the Vulture United were slow to get ready for the draw, which gave Townsend more time. He walked around the camp a few times, and he didn't hear about the Anomalous Division, but he figured out the reason for the slow movement of the Wing - in addition to the combat personnel, the Vulture Wing also had a large non-combat crowd, numbering about four hundred.

This group is made up of military families, fellow villagers and even displaced people, who have their own management system and a wide range of responsibilities. In peacetime, it is laundry, cooking, sewing and repairing, plus meeting the physiological needs of soldiers; in wartime, it is necessary to carry supplies, set up camps, clean up the battlefield, and if necessary, it is necessary to go up.

Doing business and gambling in the camp is only a side job, and raising chickens and dogs is also a side job, which is good for maintaining the morale and strength of the army. However, it is not easy to transport these non-staff personnel to the battlefield together with bits and pieces, because it is impossible to prepare transport and supply quotas for them...... Hearing about this, the lieutenant colonel's head was about to be scratched by himself.

Townsend gained knowledge, but sighed, because no one in the Spearhead team brought their family members and relatives, and they could at most climb with others, or within the scope of the city-state, and only the captain's fellow village was true in the whole team - Townsend asked Monkey and the others, and found that none of his men were conscripted soldiers, but sentenced to serve their sentences, and each one was more pitiful than the other.

The monkey is in arrears of taxes and will serve for nine years, the captain of the ship is bankrupt and will serve for twelve years, and the cook will take the blame for his master, and the molestation of a young girl will serve for life. There are even unlucky eggs who are hungry and steal apples, and as a result, they are sentenced to five years...... They are all loners like themselves.

No wonder this group of people was thrown into the top ranks, humiliated and bullied, but they did not dare to fight.

"From tomorrow onwards, you will only practice forced marches. Heavily armed, three times a day. Townsend felt that it was his duty to seek the last benefit for his subordinates, and it would be a lie to say that he had no feelings after getting along for a long time: "If you use it to save your life, you will practice it seriously." ”

It doesn't take much time to train on the forced march three times a day, and there is a lot of free time to invite people to eat meat and pull relationships.

And one of the benefits of inviting someone to eat meat is that you can find out the past achievements of the Adeptus - by summarizing the news received by his subordinates, Townsend already knows that the combat area that the Adeptus Chick is best at is within fifty meters of herself. The soldiers jointly confirmed that the chick had the sharpest attack within twenty-five meters, and the kill record was also rich, with targets, beasts, and bandits.

Of course, the stun record includes Townsend, and he's even the chick's most valuable result to date.

As for other things, please eat meat and can't ask about it.

"What the hell is an ability? How powerful is it?" Townsend sighed and decided to take matters into his own hands. Who is he? He used to be the proud son of the army nicknamed the Siberian Savage, who was afraid of a chick when he was flushing under a waterfall and fighting with a bear?

Prudence, that's just prudence!

Compared to the others, the Anomalous Chick is very diligent and regular, she has to practice in her tent for three hours a day, and she also has to shoot targets in a special practice range. Townsend observed her tent from a distance, and found that the area was not a good place to infiltrate, with little shelter, flat ground, and simple people, so he chose the chick's driving range.

The driving range was outside the camp, in a glade more than 100 meters outside the southern wall.

The glade was a memorable terrain for Townshend, so he had made a good analysis and deduction in advance, and he had prepared alibi evidence - in the early morning, in full view, Townsend led the vanguard out of the camp, and he arranged a hunt in the valley ten miles away, and then sneaked back to the barracks at noon when the groups were scattered, and waited directly in the grass outside the southern wall.

Changing his withered grass-colored hair, blackening his skin, covering his face with a mesh cloth, stuffing things into his clothes and changing his silhouette, Townsend's camouflage was almost perfect, and the sentry on the wall was less than fifty meters away from him, but he never noticed a large living man in the grass directly in front of him.

The sky pays off, half an hour after lunch, the expressionless Psychia appeared.