Chapter 363: The track of the jackal (Ⅰ)

The Knights and the Assa mercenaries complement each other from actual combat experience to tactical functions. Moreover, when rescued the town of Delin, the two sides worked side by side and cooperated happily, plus the Assa commander Magni Bova Tan and the spiritual leader of the Knights, George Vassar, are also best friends, and it is reasonable to cooperate in the southward battle.
The coalition forces proceeded south along the Delin River and advanced towards the Brass Pass.
Judging from the map, the march is only two hundred miles, but the road has to pass through the rugged river valleys and over the bushy hills. The bad road conditions have slowed the march, and it has been very hard to drive out 20 miles on average every day. Too.
The first half of the journey was smooth.
From August 21 to 25, the troops advanced almost a hundred miles.
Halfway through the itinerary, I didn't even see the shadow of a jackal. On the way, I killed two goblins and drove out a group of hyenas.
What kind of "record" can this be? It's not the same as outing.
Even Joan couldn't help but feel disappointed with this too bland military career.
Every day from morning till night, I ride on horseback. When camping, I have time to study spells, and I have nothing to do.
If the next day is still so boring, so smoothly arrived at the Brass Pass, and he couldn’t find an opportunity to use his spell-casting ability at all. Isn’t he just paying a thousand gold Durga commission, and how to pay arrogant Ed Colonel Monte Harrison proves his worth?
There seemed to be a goddess of fate listening to Joan’s heart, just when he was bored with nothing to do in the past few days, on the morning of August 26th, the Asa scout responsible for exploring the way for a large army passed back a major Intelligence-Three miles ahead, a ruin of a village that was looted by a jackal recently was discovered!
After learning of this news, the troops from Colonel Harrison and Major Vassar to the ordinary soldiers were greatly inspired by the discovery of the jackal. Joan also predicted that he was about to usher in the opportunity to show his talents.
At the command of Colonel Harrison, the officers and soldiers and the Assa mercenaries urged the horses to rush, and soon rushed to the ruins of the village where the scout was found. The dismal scene at the scene shocked all the recruits, including Joan.
There are more than 30 families in the small villages located on the river valley plains. The local residents mostly live on farming, fishing and hunting. The farmland around the villages is only half harvested. There is also a ridge of mature wheat that has not yet been harvested. The heavy wheat ears Bending wheat straw, swaying in the wind like a golden ocean.
The village opposite the wheat field has been burnt into scorched earth, and the burnt houses are left with broken walls made of mud bricks, which are darkened by smoke and ash.
Blood stains and rusty iron were faintly visible in the broken walls, which showed that the villagers had spontaneously organized to resist when they were attacked by the gangsters.
Unfortunately, compared with the group of roaring gangsters, the villagers were too weak, and ultimately failed to protect their homes, and those villagers who had died bravely, even a complete body, could not survive.
Colonel Harrison encircled this desolate ruin more than a cemetery for a week, confirming that no survivors beckoned, summoning Vasa, Green and Magni to gather with him to discuss the next march arrangements.
Joan walked into the ruins and stopped in front of a burnt, two-story building with only frames left.
From the architectural ruins, it is not difficult to imagine that this house used to be quite grand, either as the residence of a village office or as a church.
The thick stone wall still stands still after being burned by fire, which shows that this building has the function of a refuge.
This style of architecture prevails in remote rural areas of Yalfheim. Whenever robbers attack, the most magnificent and sturdy building in the village opens its doors to accommodate villagers to take refuge and resist the siege of gangsters.
If the people in the refuge were able to stick to the evacuation of the gangsters, it would be best if the refuge could not escape the fate of being captured. For example, in the building in front of them, the villagers hiding in the refuge would also be dead.
The clicks from his feet interrupted Joan's thoughts and seemed to step on a foreign body.
He leaned over and squatted down, waving his sleeves to cover the thin layer of soot that covered the ground, and a slender bone rod caught his eyes.
Joan’s education at Leiden College, including the compulsory course of human anatomy, recognized at a glance that it was a human tibia, which in size should be the remains of a child of 8 or 9 years old, was gnawed dry Clean, no trace of flesh and blood left.
A slight shudder appeared in Joan's heart, and he settled down, waved his "magic tricks" and attracted a light breeze, blowing away the dust on the surface.
Among the rubble covered with soot, broken bones can be seen everywhere, and the surface of Bai Sensen's bones can be seen with traces of fangs and teeth.
The remote villages of Alfheim are often harassed by gangsters. Joan grew up in such an environment, knowing that survival is not easy.
The town of Delin, his hometown, was frequently attacked by raiders, and he himself had participated in the fight against the gangsters to defend his homeland. More than once he witnessed his compatriots fall under the enemy's butcher's knife.
However, seeing the remains of villagers who were devastated by fangs instead of swords, Joan was still horrified, and really felt that the jackals who ransacked the village were more cruel and crazy than the gangsters they had encountered before. Unreasonable.
Joan recalled the descriptions of the "Wolf Man" in the "Vares Monster Book". Compared with the cruel violence scene in front of him, the text and illustrations on the book were too pale.
Jackals are classified as "humanoid (subhuman)" by the author of the dictionary.
It is true that there are academic reasons such as whether there is "reproductive isolation", but in Joan's view, this brutal bloodthirsty creature is closer to a real jackal than humans.
There is no moral code in the world of jackals.
There is not even a trace of conscience in their hearts, and the only rule they believe in is weak meat and strong food.
Even the aging, sick, or disabled jackals in the ethnic group are treated as spare food by their own kind. By comparison, what is it to eat people?
"Joan, come here!" Roger's call came from behind, "Mr. Vasa invites you to participate in the temporary combat meeting."
"Operational meeting?" Qiao An was surprised. "This is a senior officer's business. What does it have to do with me?"
"Who knows this!" Roger shrugged and leaned in to lower his voice. "Major Vassar and Colonel Harrison just didn't know why there was a fierce dispute. Major Vassar greeted you in the past, probably to invite you In the professional identity of the mage, it is proved that his plan is more practical than Colonel Harrison’s plan, and you’d better be prepared.

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