Townsend's self-confidence is not without reason, although the gang behind this kid is very powerful, and can train him to the extent of turning his back on his family and even his parents, but unfortunately, in Townsend's distant memory, no one can survive the torture if he is caught.

Regardless of their background and beliefs, they will collapse under the punishment, the difference is only in the length of time, and a good interrogator only pursues efficiency. But even the most powerful interrogator will not be able to interrogate the most determined spies, the true elite who will not allow themselves to be captured alive by the enemy.

Soon, the child was recruited, and his excuse was even full of childlike fun - because he refused to let the demon Townsend win the bet with others, he confessed everything. But this kind of words made his previous behavior even more dirty. Unlike the times that Townsend remembers, here, eleven-year-olds are mostly sensible.

He was indeed a member of the Glorious Church, and while studying liturgy in the capital of the Andorran Union, he was introduced to a high-ranking figure in the Diocese of Andorra by a liturgical teacher who had nothing to do with the Church on the surface. At that time, the child was only seven years old—and just four years later, he had become an infinitely devout Church intelligence officer, nurtured by the majesty of the true God and his future prospects.

Townsend seemed to understand a little bit that there seemed to be a bit of a mismatch between the headquarters of the Church of Radiance and the Diocese of Andorra. Because the kid was directly under the diocese, not the church headquarters, or when he was sent back to Harvey, the church headquarters was not involved.

In the matter of the destruction of the town, the child received the news a day in advance, so he found an excuse to leave the town the next day, preparing to cooperate with his boss in the next operation. He didn't know who he would follow, but he was told that he only needed to leave traces on the way away, and his boss had told him that someone would cover him.

"I'm an elite. The child burst into tears but proudly said, "I am the best!"

"I hope your birth parents will hear you," Townsend nodded, "Do you think they'll be proud of you?"

"I think—" As soon as the kid opened his mouth, he "snapped!" and received a big slap.

"Who the wants to hear from you. Townsend turned, washed his hands, and instructed the other two men, "Pack your things and follow the captain." You give the little beast some medicine, carry him on his back and hand him over to the herb picker, and tell him by the way that he can't loosen his ties or feed him. ”

Then Townsend commanded: "Drag him out, torture him in my way, and verify what he says one by one—if he is not dead after five times, kill and feed the beast." Catch up as soon as possible, I'll be waiting for you in front. ”

"Understood. The captain walked over, dragged the middle-aged man and walked out.

Townsend packed up his things, made the time-delay burning device as usual, and then walked out of the cave with a worried look - there was no one else at this time, and he should adjust his facial muscles properly, you know, expressionlessness is also an expression.

With a "chirp", something slammed into Townsend's head. Accustomed to this kind of encounter, he did not move, waiting for the next repeated blow - and sure enough, the sound of "chirp, chirp, chirp" sounded one after another, and a group of dead leaf balls jumped in front of him.

"Hurry up. Townsend was completely submissive: "Time is tight and the task is heavy, so I don't have time to spend it with you." ”

So, the balls cheered and returned to their positions one after another, and once again attached themselves to all parts of Townsend. Business as usual, they took possession of Townsend's shoulders, chest, waistcoat, belt buckle and shield, as the shield had temporarily changed shape and was protested.

The wind was a little lighter, and there was a faint smell of blood wafting on the end of Townshend's nose, he looked down and looked at his hands, a little puzzled, he was obviously wearing gloves when he was tortured, forget it, let's wash my hands later.

He began to stride after the large army, for he was worried that he was close to the snow line for the day.

Towngson's torture was very efficient, and at this time, the monkey could not go far with the large army, so it didn't take long for him to catch up. After passing the No. 1 resting place, it means entering the real mountainous area, the pack horse trail is getting steeper and higher, and it is natural that everyone will spend more and more energy.

The men are okay to say that they are in good physical condition; the women are a little worse, but fortunately they are all young and can grit their teeth and persevere; but the children are in big trouble, the youngest is only three years old, not to mention that they do not have the tenacity to endure hardships and stand hard work, and the ability to resist the cold is a lot worse, if they can't help crying again......

"It can't go on like this. Townsend hurriedly called the monkey: "Send one man at once to the second resting place, and at once make a fire and boil water for us, and when we reach the second resting place, send another person to the third resting place to make a fire and boil water—in turn, until the large army reaches the camp." ”

"Then there's no one to hunt. The monkey said, "Sir, we are few in the first place." ”

"I can't take care of it today, it's important to keep people. Townsend said, "Tomorrow will be a little more relaxed, and I will arrange for someone to do it." ”

The monkey hurried to send someone, and the mercenary who had received the order set off with an iron pot. Townsend turned around and named a few strong and agile people from among the townspeople, and asked them to follow the mercenaries to fight, not to study, but at least to master the ability to find a way in the mountains.

The resting places were spaced ten miles apart, and by the time the army arrived, the water had already boiled. Townsend had the water bags collected, poured them all into boiling hot water, and wrapped them in several layers of burlap hides. When it comes time to set off again, each child should have one stuffed on their chests and backs. The women also got one, but the men had to endure it, because there were only five water bags left, which were to be filled with water.

Along the way, Townsend returned to the role of instructor. He kept instructing the townsfolk on how to climb the mountain, how to keep warm, how to conserve their strength, and the children were already wrapped into balls, and every once in a while they had to be questioned about the situation - the person doing this work was a medicine picker, and he was the only one in the whole team who had medical knowledge, and he was so tired that his throat was hoarse at the end of the day.

The townsfolk understand their situation and their place in the team, so everyone works hard. The men worked hard to learn the skills of mountain climbing, and did their best to protect the weak, and the women did not cause trouble to others, their faces were torn by the mountain wind, they covered them with scarves, their hands were cut by rocks, and they wrapped them in cotton cloth.

But the hard work of everyone was worth it, and with the joint efforts of everyone, not a single child showed any illness on this part of the mountain road that day, which can almost be said to be fortunate - in such a situation, a small problem can kill someone.