Chapter 391: Spying (below)

The person in charge of transporting the wounded and the dead in the medical camp moved the body to the cold storage on the far side of the camp in the mud town. The cold storage is a slender mud brick house filled with large blocks of ice in winter.
Mountbatten and Bronze walked in the cold night, the stars above their heads were like sand on the mask.
The cold, stiff corpses of soldiers were piled up like firewood. Each corpse was covered with a layer of plastic cloth. A pair of puffy and bare feet protruded from the corpse brie, with tags hanging on the toes.
Although the war has not yet begun, all kinds of training accidents and diseases will take the lives of soldiers. Normal downsizing cannot be avoided. Mountbatten can only wait for their bodies to be sent home after the war. .
The two officers passed through the body, covering their mouths and noses and ignoring the pungent smell of preservatives.
The corpse they were looking for was in another room, which had not yet been processed, and was placed on an iron stand with an iron pan under it, followed by the rancid liquid.
The man died in the wilderness a week ago. The body was swollen, the entire face was rotten to be unrecognizable, the military uniform was dimly worn, and the body was paralyzed and loose. Obviously, it had been swollen due to intestinal gas.
Mountbatten and Bronze stood trembling in the cold light and looked at the body.
"I don't know this soldier."
Mountbatten said this, when he spoke at a room temperature close to zero, a spray of mist.
"But he must be yours, sir."
The medical officer insisted that his name was Date, and he was tall, wearing a surgical robe and covered with blood on his apron.
He was a surgeon when he was young, and his experience and age led him to be transferred to the army. Bronze wondered whether he knew more about living people than dead ones.
"He is not."
Mountbatten insisted, leaning over to look at the corpse.
"Well, I don't know how you judged it, sir."
Yida shrugged, a little helpless.
"His face is gone."
"He will know."
Bronz also put a sentence, he was feeling the remaining aura of this corpse, but found nothing, this is already a complete empty shell.
"Where was he found?"
Mountbatten asked, placing a hand on the cold shoulder.
The surgical cloth was spread on the body's torso to cover the dissection.
"The big mud pit two kilometers away."
"He is not my person. I did not receive the missing person. The casualty list was reported a few weeks ago."
"But he wears the emblem of an independent teacher."
Date also insisted, and pointed out the reasons for insisting.
"Neckline here, and epaulets here."
"Have you done a corpse final identification?"
Mountbatten asked again, and picked up the notebook with a record.
"not yet."
"You will know after you have done it. This is not my person. He is not a Marcel."
Medical Officer Ida sighed.
"Okay, let's just treat him as not, Major General, I still want you to confirm, after..."
"What happened afterwards?"
"I will warn you later, Major General Mountbatten, can you think of any reason to explain why one of your soldiers has no heart?"
"what?"
"No heart."
Date repeated.
"So what the is there in this guy?"
Mountbatten almost didn't jump, but Bronz nodded to the corpse's chest.
"He really didn't."
"A piece of decayed wood."
Ida's answer is this, and then opened the surgical cloth and exposed the open chest to Mountbatten's eyes.
It was like a nightmare. The black and rotten internal organs condensed together, and you could see the white maggots dying and struggling. At the heart of the corpse, a piece of black fist-sized wood was lying quietly inside and emitting There is an indescribable sense of evil.
"His liver...well, I have never seen anything like that."
"How is this going?"
Mountbatten turned to Bronz. He knew that the medical officer could not answer the question.
"A kind of black witchcraft that turns people into fools who are destined to obey and are not afraid of life and death, and can still maintain the thinking and logic of normal people. We usually call it... wooden sprite."
Mountbatten felt that his head was swelling, the urgency of the war was already troublesome enough, and now such a rash emerged.
"One more thing."
Ida said, pulling the surgical cloth down again.
At first, they could only see the broken sternum and sawed ribs, all covered with blood.
"here."
He pointed to a place and said.
The two fixed their eyes and found that there was a small emblem on the waist of the dead body, which was almost destroyed by the incision of a scalpel.
"what is that?"
Mountbatten squinted.
"Is it a snake?"
"maybe……"
Bronz also bent down to watch.
"A snake... or what kind of reptile, and antlers?"
Suddenly, his face changed, he hurriedly straightened up, pulled out a booklet with black leather as a cover from behind, and turned it a few times.
"they……"
Su Yu, he closed the book again and turned it into a blue smoke~EbookFREE.me~Do you know this mark? "
"Marauder."
Bronz said these three words in a low voice, but Mountbatten was confused.
"What?"
"Marauder of the Church of Wendigo."
"Vendigo Church!?"
Mountbatten and Italda were taken aback. The name of this cult is a household name in the New California Republic. Even before the invasion of Oklahoma, they were regarded as the Republic’s top priority strangulation targets. The history of the war between the two sides is calculated in a hundred years.
"Aren't they all wiped out by Ok?"
"This is unknown."
After a moment of thought, Mountbatten asked the medical officer to arrange for several people to stand guard, optimistic about the body, and sent another person to notify all senior commanders to hold an emergency meeting.
Then he and Browns walked outside the house together.
"spy?"
Mountbatten still couldn't believe it.
"It must be, that tattoo can't be wrong."
Browns took two steps to the side, looking at the vast wilderness under the moonlight, the sky and the earth were dark, and everything was covered with a layer of floating dust.
"I don't want to go out in public about this matter. The soldiers will doubt and fear. This is the biggest cause of death on the battlefield."
"I support you, but I still suggest that if you have time, go and talk to the adjudicator on Cadillan's side. They are good hands at eliminating malady. Although the actions are quite fierce, I think in dealing with cultists, there is no People are more professional than they are."
"Almighty father, what kind of war are we fighting?"
Bronze looked up at the stars, hoping to get omens from it, but in the end only witnessed the endless war and bloodshed.
"A war full of lies, disguise and betrayal."
Don't forget the ticket~~~~~~