Penghui sat on a bare wooden stake and looked at a newly delivered white-headed carved secret piece.

The content of the secret document is very simple: 20,000 musketeers in Moriente City have been transferred and went to the villages and towns in the county.

In the lower right corner of this seal, there is a small number "115", which means that the letter was sent by the intelligence officer number one hundred and fifteen.

Penghui turned over the secret documents and looked at them, but no special mark was found. This shows that the sender was a white man, not an imperial member with the same bloodline as his.

"We are among the white people. When taking action, they must be judged and not hurt by mistake." This is the repeated instructions of the superior commander to Penghui before setting off from the Shenwei Fortress.

At that time, Penghui felt that the white intelligence officers might not play much role in this war, and now it seems that he is wrong.

On the first day of arrival in Moriente City, Penghui received various information about the army, from the personnel to equipment, and even the names of the officers at the squadron level.

This is deep in the Black Forest. For white people, this is an inaccessible forbidden area. But in Penghui's view, the beasts here are as unthreatening as cats and dogs. At most, their claws and teeth are sharp, which will cause them a little trouble when hunting.

The terrifying black bear in the eyes of white people is equivalent to the cub of a violently maned bear in the northern continent.

The harassing troops heading south were trained black howling wolves. The wolves in the black forest were completely shocked. They crawled at the feet of huge similar people from the north, willing to recognize them as kings.

Penghui used a trap to catch two spotted leopards, pulled out their sharp teeth, smoothed their claws, and turned the two ferocious beasts into pitiful pets. During this period, lurking in the black forest, it was necessary to use toys to wipe them out. The clawless leopards can often replace women and complete some undescribable special sucking actions.

Among all the wild beasts, the most miserable one is the wild boar. After hunting, they are hollowed out their internal organs, put rice in the cavity in their bodies, and the outer skin is wrapped with leaves and mud and buried in the ground. A fire is lit on the surface. When it is cooked and dug out, knock off the mud shell on the surface. The cooked food is fragrant and tastes unique.

Odev Town has become one of the most important logistics bases for the troops going south. Penghui ordered the bread plundered by all the white villages and towns to be transported there... This was completely out of evil. The damn bread was too hard. Many warriors swore to the gods and the great emperor: it was the hardest food in the world to swallow.

In Penghui's opinion, this is a sign of being too picky. As long as you turn back time, these arrogant guys will pick out the corn pellets mixed in the feces and eat them into your mouth without hesitation. When it comes to all this, you have to thank His Majesty the Emperor, who changed everything, including all tribe members' understanding of food and living conditions.

Penghui stood up from the wooden stake, turned around, and issued an order to the thousands of dragon warriors gathered behind him: "Stand up, we have work to do."

...

At dusk, Malki led three hundred soldiers to the periphery of Leiden Town. From this location, you can see the spire of the town church, and the wooden rice crucifix bathed in the golden sun, giving a comfortable sense of security.

A personal guard walked up to Marki and murmured with some hope and obvious dissatisfaction: "Captain, I really don't understand why I came to such a ghost place. Isn't it good to stay in Morent City? This town is too small, and I really can't see what military value it has."

"Do you think I'm willing?" Markey, as a captain, glanced at him angrily: "This is Lord Hartson's order. Do you dare to disobey?"

The guard smiled and shook his head: "I'm just talking casually. It's too far and too remote. I... we don't like this place."

After he said this, the soldiers around him immediately agreed, all of whom were complaining and puzzled.

“I love Mollent City, where the beer is very good.”

"From yesterday to now, my soles have been broken. This damn bad road must be the old governor of County Moriente who embezzled all the taxes, so we were the ones who used to act as road crushers."

"I bet with my head that the giant commander wouldn't want to attack such a place where birds don't shit. We're sent here to waste time and energy."

"Enough!" Marky stopped, turned around, and swept across everyone with a cold gaze: "Shut up and obey the orders honestly. This is the Baron's arrangement, so it makes sense. Moreover, it is not without benefits to come to this town from Morent City. Before departure, the servant of the county magistrate told me that the food standards during this period will be very good, with real bacon and sausages, and free wine."

The last sentence completely changed everyone's mind. The food in the army is not ordinary, most of the time it is soup, military porridge and bread. Butter and fried meat are luxury goods. God knows when the bones in the soup pot have existed since, so that the soldiers are so familiar with the appearance of these bones, and even give them names and nicknames: the thickest one is called "metal", the one that is broken in the middle is called "caster", and the smallest one is called "bitter".

Bacon and sausage can only be eaten during festivals, but it is not the kind of delicious you imagine. There are many parts of a pig's body, and the dense lymphatic tissue can also be smoked, and the same is true for sausage. You will never imagine how terrible the filling inside the red sausage is - various cutlets, chicken eyes, cow ears, sheep lips, various livestock thigh diaphragms, and alveoli... All of these things are mixed with blood, mixed with a lot of cornmeal, and a lot of salt. In short, it looks like meat, but it can't be described in words when eaten in the mouth. Especially the dead salt, it's just to paralyze the taste buds. Only a little remaining consciousness in your brain keeps reminding: This is a quick bacon, this is a sausage.

So when officers mention "real bacon and sausage" it is to distinguish it from the terrible substance of the same name dedicated to the army.

The soldiers suddenly became excited, and their complaining voices were much lowered.

The sky gradually darkened.

A shadow slowly walked towards the end of the road ahead with a dark light.

There was only one person, and his figure and appearance were obviously not a giant, so there was no need to be on guard. Everyone, including Marki, watched him approach him and bowed with a smile.

This is a strong man with a rugged personality that is unique to the people of Morent County: "Hello, are you brothers from Morent City? Who is Captain Markey?"

Marki walked up from the crowd and asked with a scrutiny look: "Who are you?"

"My name is Mike, and I am the cousin of Mayor Leiden." The man took out a letter from his pocket, raised it in his hand, and shouted happily: "We received news yesterday that you were coming, it was so great. With you here, we are not afraid of those damn northern giants."

There was no better welcome speech than this, and Marki and the soldiers showed satisfied smiles on their faces.

Out of essential vigilance, or, perhaps, etiquette, Marky asked cautiously: "It's almost dark, what are you doing here?"

"I'll welcome you." Mike's answer was indistinguishable: "We've prepared dinner, and today you can have fun. There are fresh roasted lamb, cheesecakes and apple pie. To be honest, we have been living a nervous life during this period. Several villages and towns in the north have been destroyed. Maybe when the northern giants will target it. We organized militias, but there are not many, and those young men have not received military training, and there are not many people who can shoot. You have to teach them well and we will pay for it."

Marki couldn't help but lit up his eyes. Unexpectedly, this was definitely not a chore I imagined, but it was a good deal.

The personal guard asked excitedly: "Is there any wine?"

"Of course, how can you lose wine in this kind of day?" Mike laughed heartily: "Leyton has the best wine in the world. You can drink whatever you want whenever you want."

More soldiers rushed forward from behind, their eyes shining, without hiding the greed and desire in their hearts: "Are there any women?"

Mike's answer is understandable and full of life philosophy: "If you like the little ewe Molly, you can shake it well in her little bed. If you like the plump Richie, she will let you understand that sometimes the fun of men comes from the ass of cows. If you like the slim Britney, you will definitely be fascinated by her wheat-colored skin... Well boys, don't stand here and waste time, step your legs and follow me, I promise you will have an unprecedented passionate night."

Marky felt that he had temporarily lost control of this army and there was no need to order. The excited soldiers followed Mike and trotted towards the town full of hope and happiness in the distance.

I soon saw a lot of buildings in the town. The lights were emitted from many windows, and the aroma of barbecue could be smelled from afar. All this shows that Mike was not lying. Everyone, including Markey, was speeding up. They were so hungry that they couldn't help but want a full meal.

The dusk covered a lot of details that would attract attention in normal times. Marki, whose brain was filled with joy, did not pay attention to when he entered the town. There were no trees nearby, but it was an open area with no obstruction, but the soil under his feet was a little damp and sticky to the soles of his shoes, which was very uncomfortable.

Suddenly, he smelled a faint smell of blood.

The aroma of barbecue was indeed floating in the distance, but it was mixed with a thick burnt and blood... The smell was very strange, and the speed at Maerki's feet couldn't help but slow down.

He didn't notice the surrounding environment until now.

The intersection directly in front is obviously a passage into the town. From there, a low wall appears on each side, forming the word "eight" along the main road.

It seems something is wrong!

Although Marky complained about food in the army and liked wine and women, his ability to become a captain from an ordinary soldier is enough to prove his ability. He has been to many small towns, but he has never seen such a way of building a low wall outside the town, which is equivalent to a bunker, and is a typical military practice.

And the strange smell in the air, what was going on?

"Mike!" He couldn't help but shouted to his back walking in front, "Wait a minute, I have something to look for you."

"Okay!" Mike's answer was as refreshing as before, but he did not slow down at all, but instead increased his speed and ran forward.

Marki was stunned, then a cold surged from his feet and penetrated his whole body.

"Stop! Stop it!" He roared and reached out to remove the mesh gun with his back crossed over his shoulder.

The soldiers around him stopped to watch and didn't know what to do.

The bodyguards reacted quickly. They followed Marki all year round and had rich experience. One of them chased towards Mike without thinking. He just ran a few steps and fell to the ground by the wet mud. He cursed and struggled to bend down from the mud. When he pressed the ground with his right hand, he suddenly touched something and was stunned.

"...Captain...Captain, there is something!" From suspicion to accident, then to shock, his tone also changed from low to high, and he was hoarse.

The sun had not completely sunk into the horizon. Under the golden afterglow, everyone clearly saw the slippery soldier holding a pipe wrapped in dirt in his hand.

Its surface is pink and white, and you can see many black and purple veins wrapped around it.

That is a human intestine.

Marki finally understood where the strange bloody smell in the air came from.

At the same time, he saw Mike running in front suddenly pounce down and disappeared on the ground.

Almost at the same time, orange flames shone behind the low wall directly in front of them, and dense gunfire sounded.

One of the bodyguards who rushed up to catch Mike was hit by a gunfire and was beaten to pieces on the spot.

A soldier beside Marki's side was shot on the head and exploded with a "bang", like a ripe watermelon, sticky white brain and bright red flesh splattered all over him.

A soldier was shot in the abdomen and his body was blown up in the waist. The only parts he could find were above his chest, and two broken legs that were tilted in the mud.

It's a northern giant!

Han Che's thoughts rush around Marki's mind.

The lethality of the bullet is proportional to the caliber. He talked with veterans who escaped from the front line that the giants have developed muskets, and their bullets will explode, and will never have a penetrating effect when hitting people, but will be as terrifying as a powder barrel buried in the human body, igniting the fuse and completely exploded.

Liar... Damn liar, this is a terrible scam!

Why do we have to stand on the side of the giant? That haunted Mike is obviously a white man, so why did he help the giant deceive us?

Why did he have that letter?

They knew we were coming in advance, so they set up an ambush.
Chapter completed!