Chapter 255: Trap

Faced with his attitude, Chud Osmar still compromised, but there was no look of frustration on his pink face, and instead, light reappeared in his light yellow eyes.

"My purpose is to complete the mission that your church members failed to complete in Sasha City. I want to sacrifice the blood of this entire town and all the creatures. Can you help me this time?"

Kuok looked at him like a madman:

"There are only two of us."

No matter how arrogant he is, no matter how much he wants to complete the mission of the sect to alert the world, he still knows that it is impossible for just two people to kill so many people.

He himself is not very afraid of bullets, but they are enough to cause injuries to him. And he has observed Chu De's ability. Even if the other party has hidden it from him for many years, he cannot hide the fact that he is still flesh and blood. A gun can kill Chu De.

With enough guns, they will literally die.

"Two people are enough." Chu De showed a sense of self-confidence: "The priesthood is no longer a concern. Now as long as the remaining foreigners are solved, my plan will definitely succeed."

The familiar tone now only aroused disgust.

Kuo Ke looked at him with disgust: "Did the fortune tell you again?"

"That's what fate told me." Chu De said word by word. He looked at the camp and suddenly strode there: "Let's go, let's teach them something. If we want to deal with those few extraordinary beings gathered together, they will definitely stand in front of us, so we need to know what they have." What a skill."

"A trick that one of the wizards would surely curse."

"There is also the blond woman and the stray detective. They don't look like humans, especially the young man. Elisio took away part of his power, and the subject seemed to be assimilated and infected with a part of the inhuman characteristics.”

"That priesthood seems to know the ability of Clayton Bellus, but he refuses to say anything. The precepts of the White Cult are just a stone blocking the way. But I know that Belius has made a promise to that priesthood, and he and His people will come out to help when the locals fight against these saints. If these saints can exert enough power, they may be able to force them to use their extraordinary abilities. "

"In order to see their capabilities clearly, I deliberately did not tell Bello that these people belonged to us after they had the conflict. Otherwise, they would be unwilling to take action and things would be difficult to handle."

Chu De explained his thoughts to himself, while walking forward slowly, Kuo Ke hesitated for a moment, but still followed.

As the "master and servant" entered the camp, the rebels stood up one after another.

Francis came to meet them: "We have new troubles."

He wanted to complain about the climate here and the lack of resources, but the other party proposed a solution before he could complain.

Chud Osmar shook his head in an elegant manner: "No matter what trouble you have, it will not be a problem in the future. Those locals have decided to come and fight you. You must be prepared. After defeating them, all the people in the town will Everything is yours."

Francis thought he was joking. The numerical advantage could not be erased by the muskets in their hands.

"It's not that easy. We have fewer manpower and insufficient firepower to control such a large town."

Even if ten people trade for one of them, the locals can afford it.

From the beginning, the Salvation Army's force was just a bargaining chip used by Francis to negotiate with the locals. He did not intend to actually fight with them. The most powerful fist is when the fist is tightened, and it is useless when the trump card is played.

But this protest was completely ignored by Chud Osmar. From the moment he came to them, their fate was doomed.

"You just need to kill the first group of people who attack you, and leave the rest of the town to us."

Seeing Francis' still suspicious eyes, Chude's tone became fierce: "If you want to get my help, you should show your worth. As for things other than combat, you don't have to worry about it, I will find a way to help you get there. "

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and all the Salvation Army soldiers felt a surge of heat on their bodies, which was warmer than the feeling given to them by a bonfire.

The manifestation of extraordinary power gave the Salvation Army some confidence, and they gradually believed what Chu De said.

"After a while, there will be other extraordinary beings among the hunters who will fight against you, but I will also use my power to help you."

Chu De stretched out his fingers and tapped the foreheads of the Salvation Army soldiers surrounding him. Blood seeped out of his gloves.

"A transshipment spell, but it's up to you how to use it." He looked at the smallest tent, where Schmidt was huddled: "If necessary, you can also use this guest. I think the locals are Not willing to shoot him.”

Dusk is a good time, especially for killing people.

The people were drowsy after a day's work, but the dying sun still had some light left for the gunmen to aim at their targets, and the blood of sinners spattered the ground and became invisible at night.

Clayton used to love dusk and still does.

Especially now that the sun has almost disappeared and the power that hinders his transformation is weak, he can use the power hidden in his blood at any time.

Before entering dusk, Gevo's patrol members had moved quickly and quietly around the camp in the snow.

The white smoke rising from the campfire was their target.

In order to achieve an overwhelming victory, the hunters selected many backups from other fellows who knew how to shoot crossbows, and supplemented the number to more than 40. Now they have an absolute numerical advantage over Ravenlare's men, and even the number of guns is three times that of the other side.

Now, so many people quietly surrounded the camp, forming a huge encirclement.

Clayton was a little far away from their position. He took a detour and stopped at the side of the camp, or the most ideal retreat direction in this area, and then climbed a big tree. He used an old telescope purchased at two shillings in the local area to observe the movement of the camp, while waiting for the patrols to send news with gunshots.

Thinking rationally, he thought that the locals might not be able to use him anymore, but his intuition made him feel that something unusual might happen in this battle.

With the help of the convex lens, the steam in the camp was still very clear at a distance of 100 yards. Clayton could even see the pattern on the surface of the tent fabric, but no one from the Savior Army saw it.

Clayton was not surprised by this result. Chude Osmar had the ability to divine, and he would definitely inform the Savior Army after knowing about this operation.

It was useless for him to tell others about this, because the locals had already pulled out everyone they could. Even if they knew there was a conspiracy, they only had these people. If they really organized everyone to attack the camp, and the Savior Army planned to bypass them and attack the town, then things would be really troublesome.

Sometimes, the truth will only lower morale, so it is better for soldiers to have a blank mind.

Besides, the current situation does not mean a complete victory for the Savior Army.

Clayton saw the chaotic footprints on the snow. Even if the Savior Army chose to escape, the locals could find them by following the footprints.

If there were no extraordinary people involved, the best result the Savior Army could get was to leave some people behind and the rest to flee. There was no second possibility.

The hunting team also found the emptiness and silence of the camp. They gathered together to discuss for a while, and the two most agile people were selected to sneak into the camp. However, all this was dancing in front of the blind man. There was indeed no one in the camp.

Clayton's left hand rummaged in his pocket, and he got something before he separated from these people.

It was some colorful cloth that could be used as a simple flag.

There were still people in the team hunting the Savior Army who had been watching his actions with binoculars. The faster the light was, the faster the message was transmitted.

Clayton didn't have time to train them a complete set of military training, but he could temporarily compile a set of flag signals corresponding to the colors.

The situation of the Savior Army's transfer was also discussed in their previous meeting. There were corresponding colors to distinguish. He planned to use flag language to inform them-the people here had indeed evacuated, and there was no one else in the visible range.

However, after the flag was taken out, there was movement in the camp.

Clayton saw the two people who sneaked in suddenly stand up in front of the largest tent. One of them turned around and shouted something behind him, and the other squatted down and reached out to pull something out, while shouting at the same time.

The wind sent the sound to Clayton's ears.

"Mr. Schmidt is injured!"

"He's dying! Who among you knows medical skills?!"

"Fuck!" Clayton shouted angrily, but still sent out the flag.

He saw the observer in the team look at him a few times, and then the whole team moved forward along the footprints without hesitation, and another group of people stayed behind.

The two scouts, with the help of others, carried a bloody person out of the tent. If it weren't for their shouting, Clayton couldn't tell who it was.

This incident cast a shadow on Clayton's heart.

After all, the Savior Army is a soldier who has been on the battlefield, has received complete training, and knows how to deal with the enemy in various situations.

Taking Schmidt with him will definitely delay the pace, and it is impossible for these locals to change their minds suddenly with this hostage alone. As long as the hostage is released, they may be caught up by the local hunters. It is better to leave a dying wounded. The locals cannot watch Schmidt die, and they must disperse some people to take care of the wounded. In this way, the hunters' team will lose a group of people before the battle, and the gap with the Savior Army will be narrowed.

Clayton knew what Francis and his men would think, because he would do the same if he encountered such a stalemate.

But this is the best solution for fighting, not the best solution for peace talks.

After torturing Schmidt like this, all possibilities for peace no longer exist.

This also reflects one thing, that is, the Savior team has not been away for too long, otherwise they cannot confirm the extent of Schmidt's injury. Because only when Schmidt is still alive can his wounds trip up these locals.

The burning campfire also testifies to this.

It won't take them long to catch up with the Savior Army.

Clayton jumped down from the tree and walked through the bushes. If he wanted to send back useful intelligence in advance, he had to go faster, farther, and deeper into the forest than the Gevault team.