Chapter 257: Poor Performance of Locals

Julius made no secret of his distrust.

"He may have rebelled."

But Donna didn't think so.

"But didn't Aunt Barbara give him orders? Vampires cannot resist their creators, it is their nature and law."

Julius tilted his head: "Don't be stupid, if the law cannot be broken, why would there be a prison in this world?"

He turned his head back to the window, concentrating as if he could see through the boards.

"Bracola doesn't seem to have taught you much about reality. Vampires are indeed restricted by their creators with source blood, but can those extraordinary creatures with power really accept that there is a master who will control their will forever? No, they won't. Even the curse law that shackles the blood descendants has loopholes."

The wizard pointed overhead, where Barbara was doing housework upstairs.

She could probably hear their exchange, but Julius didn't care.

"Barbara is special. She will be the first generation ancestor of her own clan. No one will teach her how to use her power, and no 'master' will force her to think about how to get rid of the other party, so she still looks like A normal person. Those vampires who come out of the clan that continue to this day will give you a different feeling."

"Clans are like small palaces. The vampires living in a clustered society have figured out the nature of politics. They cannot resist openly, so they use conspiracies and tricks to frame and induce their creators, or other similar people, just to seize the source. blood, and to enhance one’s status and power within the clan.”

"They are born nobles and lawyers. Even the iron-clad laws allow them to find room to operate. A mere curse cannot stop them."

Having said this, the wizard couldn't help but sneer: "Ian Lazarus may still be a newborn, but he is still a detective and must have studied the law. This experience is enough to help him find a way to bypass the curse. He is so He hasn't come back for a long time, maybe he has found a way to tell his old friends about our information. The doomsday seekers gave them the leatherworker's head, and now I don't know how they want to deal with us. "

Donna didn't want to believe that Ian betrayed them, but she still remembered what Ian said to Barbara when he first appeared in front of her.

"Kill me." The detective said with his bloodless lips moving.

He was extremely reluctant to live among them.

Donna had to start paying attention to the possibility raised by Julius, but she still had a glimmer of hope in Ian Lazarus.

"Maybe there are other possibilities. Better possibilities. For example, he just wants to stay with his friends for a while."

"Or maybe he didn't rebel, but was directly killed by those old friends who were greedy for profit. They were dragging his body to find the ugly guy to collect the reward." Julius added. "But in short, no matter what, we have to go and check the situation first, don't we?"

Donna didn't think Julius was so kind, but what he said next was something she couldn't refuse.

"I have asked Barbara to help. She is also worried that Ian will get into trouble, but your uncle asked her to watch you. If you don't go, she will have to stay here. I know this is a bit dangerous, but It doesn't require you to be in the front row, Barbara and I will take care of everything, even if the worst happens, I have a dozen broken bones, but my brain is still good, and I can still do witchcraft. It is not difficult for two extraordinary people to deal with three people in a small house. If you are afraid of danger, you can wait outside the house in advance. As long as you don't leave too far and find a place to hide, Old Perot will accompany you. He Bring a gun with you, too.”

"What about Miss Etta?" Donna asked.

"It's enough for Selani and the guard at the door to take care of her. No one will bother her anymore."

Unknowingly, things seemed to have been arranged by the wizard.

Donna no longer hesitated. Contributing to her uncle's team was exactly what she longed for. She pulled up her hood and said, "Then shall we set off now?"

Julius laughed heartily.

"Of course, now."

If timing matters, then the Hand of Glory comes at the right time, but Clayton is not happy.

There are only two hands of glory, one is with Julius, but the green hair obviously won't be so kind, so it will only be sent by Donna.

He always felt that it was better to have this glorious hand by his side than by Donna's side. At least he would protect himself, but the child could not fully use her abilities yet, so she needed this rare thing.

But now that the thing has been delivered, he can't return the hand now. He can only put it in the inner pocket of his coat and continue his work.

The distance between the Salvation Army and the hunters of Gevaux is already very close. Judging from the battlefields Creighton has experienced, the two sides in this conflict are almost equivalent to being separated by a veil. If the veil is lifted, fire and blood will appear. will follow.

The Salvation Army men had the advantage of the terrain. They could lie down in the snow high above and overlook the hunters. The hunter needs an observer to follow Clayton's instructions to realize which direction the hostile person is.

Creighton noticed that these rebels were far apart. He judged from experience that this was to harass the hunters with periodic shooting, hide their location and number, and avoid being completely surrounded.

Instead of using a flag, he held out his hand in a gesture, hoping that Gévaux's observing hand would notice it.

The little man hiding at the end of the team turned his head and glanced at Clayton. The man in front of him, because his pace slowed down, subconsciously followed him and looked over after seeing his movements. Then the third man also turned back for some reason. He glanced at it, and then imitated their appearance and looked over.

This obvious action made Clayton's breath hitch. He turned the telescope sharply, and sure enough he saw a Salvation Army soldier pointing at him.

Too many people were doing the same thing, and the Salvation Army spotters spotted him!

Clayton didn't hesitate, turned over and jumped down from the treetop.

As soon as the heavy body hit the snow, the trees behind shook. There was a bullet hole in the trunk, and a snow mist formed around it. The snow covering the branches was shaken off, and hit Clayton one after another. body.

"Great," he muttered, getting up.

The gunfire just now seemed to have triggered a certain switch. The gunshots rang out sparsely, and the echoes stirred in the snow.

Clayton found a tree again and went up. He saw that a hunter had fallen, and the hunter's companion left one to drag him back, and the rest rushed along the place where the bullet came from.

It is not convenient to reload long guns in the snow, and stiff fingers make it difficult for soldiers to operate firearms.

The hunters are taking advantage of their reloading time to turn long-range combat into close combat.

Once they can no longer use their guns, these guys who have been blowing the cold wind for several days are no match for them.

The people of the Salvation Army were also wary of this. Once they fired, they immediately retreated and moved to a new position. Companions from other directions will shoot the following hunters to buy them time.

A familiar high-pitched whistle sounded through the woodland.

Whistle sounds echoed from different directions, and the rebels worked together like ants, advancing and retreating in coordination with each other.

Military whistles are a code system in the army. There are many types of whistles. Soldiers stationed in peaceful areas usually only remember a few basic whistles, and more complex whistles are not used in daily life. However, these Salvation Army soldiers can use them with ease.

The Salvation Army in Sasha City are all soldiers transferred back from the colonies. They have also participated in the kingdom's foreign wars.

Francis, who was crawling in the snow, proudly blew his military whistle. Whenever his sharp whistle sounded, the response whistle from behind also followed. The sound information was transformed into pictures in his mind, and the continuous sounds were automatically divided into segments according to the rhythm in his mind. He seemed to be able to see a huge map with a bird's-eye view, and all the soldiers were like war games. , moving slowly on the map according to his orders.

Although he had only ten men under his command, the art of conducting was still fully developed.

The gunners in Gévaux were helpless against this method of warfare.

They may have an advantage when fighting the rebels individually, but when it comes to group fighting, each of them doesn't know what to do.

Only the real hunters knew how to unite because of their familiarity with each other in the past. The gunmen who were temporarily selected from the townspeople didn't even know how to read the semaphore behind them. Some people even stayed in place after hearing the continuous whistles, not knowing whether to shoot or where to go.

In just a moment, bullets fired from nowhere had already knocked down two people.

Some people who were supposed to touch the murderer heard the screams from behind, and actually turned back and tried to rescue the wounded in the open space. Creighton, who had just climbed up the tree, felt his chest felt tight and was so angry that he almost fell down again.

When he looked back on the past, only one thought came to his mind: "Having a hometown association in the army will not end well."

His ten-year military career has made him regard some tactics as common sense, so that the poor combat operations of the Jewo people are a kind of torture to him.

He overestimated their morale, but they were just a ragtag bunch.

However, the Jewo people are not all useless. Some of the hunters are alert and listening, trying to find the location of the whistler, but the whistles come one after another, arousing countless echoes on the hillside, and it seems that there are whistles coming from behind. , it is impossible to determine the specific location in the short term with their ears.

Creighton was about to give them a signal when he saw a rebel soldier aiming at him again.

"Grass!"

Another shot forced Creighton from the observation position.

The Salvation Army specially assigned an observer to him, who was much better than the one given by Gervo. Clayton was discovered just seconds after climbing the tree, but he didn't feel grateful at all.

"Trash! They're all trash!" He couldn't help but yell.

He knew that the people in Gevo were unprofessional, but he didn't expect them to be submissive even after they had an absolute numerical advantage.

Even if they shouted twice, it would be better than doing nothing now. At least shouting would give the Salvation Army a little more time to distinguish the whistle instructions.