"Catch up with him!" a short command came from behind him, the resoluteness of which made Townsend cry bitterly: "Outflank left and right!"

Townsend couldn't run into the town, because he wasn't familiar with the town's internal environment, and he would be found out every minute. So Townsend was trying to get into the farmland by the side of the road, and flee as fast as he could into the mountains and forests outside the town, which was rough and unbelievable to the horses.

"Straight ahead!" But the soldier who followed him was obviously not a rookie, and the short command echoed behind Townsend: "Three hundred meters - attention! He just crossed the creek!"

"Your uncle!" Townsend spat hatefully, and continued to pull out his legs and run: "Is this a scout?!"

Compared to the route and environment chosen by Townsend, the tracking speed of the other party was too fast, not at all like the speed that a cavalry should have-but Townsend suddenly realized that this was not the world he was familiar with, and this kind of accident was actually normal.

Planted on a short sword, you can only blame yourself for being too careless!

Little did he know that the crudely crafted dagger in his hand was a special identifier for an active officer of the Andorran Union. This kind of serious ceremonial saber cannot be made to order, but is a gift from the military to officers with a certain status and heritage. Appearing in the hands of a passer-by who is not wearing a military uniform will of course look extremely weird. Any officer with a visible background will take it seriously.

This is the consequence of not knowing the local culture and customs!

To be fair, Townsend was already a rare agility, but after circumnavigating three hills and a sloping valley for a total distance of more than ten miles, the other party was still not left behind by him. No matter how strange and unpredictable the route Townsend picked, no matter how treacherous and rugged the terrain he chose, the other party could always quickly find his position and follow closely.

"Two hundred meters ahead - the target is close to the woods!"

"Damn, the master is fighting with you!" The sound of pursuit behind him was getting closer and closer, and Townsend gritted his teeth and crashed into the woods with countless unknown dangers. It's not that he likes to take risks, it's that his physical strength is almost exhausted at this time.

"Stop!" As Townsend crawled deep into the woods, the command finally came from behind him to abandon the pursuit.

"Do you finally know how to stop?" Townsend, who was still wading through the bushes, gasped for breath, his tongue stretched out for a tie, and turned to make a crude provocative gesture: "There is a kind of ...... Kind of keep coming!"

When he turned around, there seemed to be a white light flashing in the corner of his eye, and then with a loud "boom!", Townsend maintained a strange attitude and flew up to the height of the two people, and then rolled all the way to the grass more than ten meters away. Frightened, a group of small animals next to them "chirped" and ran around.

Townsend was a little blindfolded, and his eyes turned black for a while—what was it that hit him?

Three seconds later, the surrounding scenery returned to his eyes, and in the middle of the whirlwind, a pair of well-made leather boots stepped on the fallen leaves, appearing at the edge of his vision. Townsend gasped and struggled to lift his heavy head, and at last he saw that the man was wearing a pair of fine leather armor that was different from the style of the marching army, and then he looked upward, uh, bumpy, and pretentious, it turned out to be a chick!

"I ...... I don't hit women!" Townsend staggered to his feet, trying his best to show a vicious appearance: "Don't mess with me......"

The corners of the chick's mouth twitched, revealing a look of contempt that could not be more obvious, and her hands were folded to make a set of dance-like movements. Townsend could only see the white glove's ornamentation swaying, and then a cloud of dust drifting away......

Is this a big trick? Thinking too much, aren't you? Not playing a game......

But her fingertips pointed at herself, "Boom!", and Townsend's body flew high again with a loud bang!

"You--uncle!" Townsh's body broke several branches, and when he hit the ground, he was about to roll into the bushes next to him, but there was severe pain all over his body at the same time.

He gritted his teeth to prop himself up, but he couldn't survive the sharp pain that followed, and his head tilted and he fainted.

"The Anomalous Division has caught him," the officer ordered outside the forest, "Go and drag him out and bring him back to the camp!"

A few soldiers went into the woods, dragged Townsend out, threw his mount and fastened it with a belt, and the officers repeatedly praised the girl in leather armor for his skill, but the latter did not say much, and said no more after a casual perfunctory sentence.

Strangely, no one dared to rebuke her for this attitude, as if the status and prestige of this chick were very high. Even when other officers had to cross her, they would smile flatteringly and then carefully circle around, the expression was not respectful or polite, but a kind of fear from the heart!

I don't know how long it took to linger in a coma nightmare before Townsend was woken up by a bucket of ice water.

Stimulated by the cool water, Townsend regained consciousness. He felt a dull pain in the bones all over his body, especially in his cheeks, which seemed to have been slapped a lot. Naturally, his body was searched, but fortunately, he was not equipped with a crossbow machine when he left the town, and other contraband items were hidden on the way to escape.

Through the misty light, he saw that his bag had been opened, and the contents were spread out on a wooden table. Fortunately, there is nothing special in this package, even the textbook is only one, and there are not many gold coins left. The table next to it was full of various torture instruments, and although most of them were used to fill up, the deterrent effect was not low.

It's really a newspaper of the world, and I played this with others a few days ago!

"I'm innocent, I'm innocent, I'm innocent......" Townsend disguised himself with an almost dull gaze, but secretly thinking about countermeasures: "What is the identity of the other party? Why do you arrest yourself?

"Wake up, let's talk about it, starting with your name. The officer who was chasing him sat behind the table, stirring his whip in the clutter, and his eyes were very unkind. Judging by the rank indication, he should have been a lieutenant colonel officer: "If you can't remember, I have a lot of things here to help you." ”

"Townsend," Townsend thought to himself, and when he saw the same but much more elaborate short sword hanging from the lieutenant colonel's waist, he suddenly came to his senses, and knew that he was probably being regarded as a bandit who intercepted the officer, so without thinking, he moved out the words that had been prepared long ago: "I am Townsend Wahuja Tata." ”

"Who is Townsend Vahuja Tata?" the officer sneered, "How did you have this dagger?"

"The dagger is mine, issued by the Reserve Officers' Club. Townsend struggled to recall the contents of the Unlucky One's Chronicles, and his words gradually became fluent: "I am a noble descendant of the Don city-state of the Duchy of Langston, and I am also a reserve officer. ”

"Reserve officer?" the lieutenant colonel continued to sneer: "As soon as you turn your lips, I should believe that you are not a bandit?"

"I'm really a reserve officer!Sir, my number is 391 Blue Hyacinth! I can still recite the call-up order! I am a descendant of the Jazz, I studied in the Don Friars, I still have classmates in the church, I don't believe you can still check it!" Townshend's expression was a little anxious and hasty: "Sir, I am also an officer, you can't treat me like this!"

"There are so many titles, you scare the hell out of me. The lieutenant colonel smiled contemptuously, the second time Townsend had seen such a smile today: "What rank are you, and what should I do with you?"

"I, I'm a warrant officer......" Townsend replied with some embarrassment, "but they say I'll be promoted to ...... after I report for duty."

"Oh, you haven't reported it yet—who should you report to?"

"Bald...... No, the commander of the vulture wing of the Andorran coalition. ”