Chapter 949: Source of Corruption (Part 1)

Throughout the front line, huge campfires burned along the fortifications, and tens of thousands of campfires lit between them.
Overhead, sporadic clouds dot the slowly reversing night sky.
The night is sultry.
Around their campfire, under the low-hanging flags, the revelers took turns drinking, talking and laughing.
"So Ragnar is alive?"
The head of the team, Erzos, smiled and asked. Mountbatten beside him took a drink from the bottle and nodded.
"Like I said, he is alive."
"Nice old guy,"
Tinker, a captain of Ursus, said with a smile.
"Don't try to kill Ragnar for anything."
Mountbatten nodded, took another sip, and handed out the bottle.
Somewhere behind him, someone is playing tambourine and other musical instruments.
They threw some pine wood into the campfire to give the smoke a sweet fragrance.
Although a division commander, Mountbatten used to stay with the soldiers instead of sitting in a neat office and enjoying a drink brewed by the secretary.
For three consecutive days, he was almost on duty with the soldiers.
After tonight, the independent division will be transferred to the second line for recuperation. The prolonged security and patrol will make the soldiers exhausted, let alone cope with the penetration of Ok.
But Mountbatten was always on guard.
Was the war really stopped like this?
He doesn't think so, Ouke is by no means a retreating creature, can the flooding really stop them?
Mountbatten himself was not so sure.
"Ah, it's nice to spend the last day safely, teacher."
Erzos said to drink a sip of liquor, and then hiccuped successfully.
"I think so too, old man."
Mountbatten said with a smile.
"What will happen next?".
Mountbatten shrugged.
"I don't know, there are other troops coming to take over? I'm not worried, I just want to make sure that the other side of the river is stable."
"Ok will never settle down until we eradicate them."
Erzos said, taking a sullen drink with a somber expression.
Normally this is never the time to be allowed to drink alcohol, but everyone needs to relax and Mountbatten can see that, at least today, Oak will not attack.
They did not prepare any large transportation equipment.
Just rely on those bathtubs?
Mountbatten was convinced that as long as Gu Ke was not mad, he would not make such an attempt, because that meant that countless Ou Ke would be buried in the fish belly.
Even if he is willing, his men may not be willing.
Who would do such a suicide like suicide?
He shook his head.
"Then you have to live to that time, old man."
Mountbatten said with a chuckle.
"Maybe it will be many years later."
"maybe,"
Osos admitted, sighing.
"You know, my nephew and his family were killed, and his desire for revenge worries me."
"I heard you said, what sect he seems to have joined."
"The soul of vengeance...hiccups, I'm not sure that it is really a branch of the Kaimon church, or something else, but they all look... extreme."
Mountbatten nodded silently.
Since the last defeat, he also heard many events during his time to return to his hometown to cultivate.
Despair makes the people try to find salvation. Many mysterious denominations begin to appear. Without exception, they are under the banner of the Kaimon Orthodox Church, but their actions are in harmony with some cults.
Due to religious freedom policies, the New California Republic officials mostly monitor these denominations, unless the real evidence of cult behavior is really found, otherwise the local councillors will never allow the investigators of the religious commission to intervene.
Because of this incident, the Tribunal of the Kymon Church has consulted with the senior officials of the New California Republic many times, but it is obviously unacceptable for an independent country to give up its law enforcement powers.
Some radical judges began to act on their own, and the riots they caused further increased the conflict between the local council and the government of the republic.
Due to family history, Mountbatten is a traditional believer in the Kaimon Church, but his family mainly believes in the Eastern Kaimon Church, because their ancestors were immigrants from the Benedict Empire.
He was deeply worried about the explosive growth of those heretics.
Many times, the internal enemies are the most terrible.
"Don't worry, the Father is on top. You are a good person and very forgiving... The Father will bless you and your family. In other words, what are we drinking?"
"Special cocktail in my hometown."
Ersos drunkly looked at the bottle in his hand and replied.
"Basic is pure alcohol"
"There are also top secret herbal and spice combinations."
The lieutenant on the side interjected:
"My father's special recipe!"
"Your dad obviously has mental problems."
Mountbatten told him this, and then Esos hummed.
"I always wanted to talk to Hutt,"
Mountbatten turned around and looked around for a while, but couldn't find the familiar figure.
"I haven't seen him since I arrived here, is he here?"
Osos nodded.
"Yes, here."
"The wizard's camp is south of the tenth column, I remember,"
A captain said suddenly.
"What about secret services?"
Mountbatten tried to make his question seem natural.
"Have you seen them?"
But no one has seen it.
The secret service is a special organization formed by the internal guards. Although they generally do not interfere in the internal affairs of the army, they have the power to pick up "crisps" when necessary. This reminds Mountbatten of the Benedict Empire. Secret guard.
What does it mean that this kind of spy serving the feudal monarch appeared in this self-proclaimed country?
Although he drank a lot of spirits and the bonfire beside him was still burning, Mountbatten felt a chill.
"Okay, friends,"
He stood up unsteadily.
"Whether it's a secret recipe or not, I have to drain the water."
Ersos laughed with his men, Mountbatten stumbled away from the campfire, looking for the toilet.
The hoarse melody faded behind him, and the fragrant smoke was also diluted by the cold night breeze.
But in the dark, several people were watching every move in the camp.
"That's Mountbatten."
A man said, handing the night vision telescope to the people around him.
The man glanced at the campfire along the fortification.
"Yes. So he was mixed with Ursus?"
"He has no one else to find."
The man who spoke first said sarcastically.
"He has few friends."
"We should talk to Mountbatten personally, I think."
"why?"
A surprised voice asked:
"Aren't we monitoring Ersos? You think something is wrong."
"I know ~EbookFREE.me~ But he was weird when I saw Mountbatten last time, and now he is here again, drinking a bottle of wine with the person we are monitoring. I think he is not right , All right, let's go."
"But he is a teacher, he has the power to be with his head."
"However, he did not know that his commander was an informer of the Kymon Inquisitor."
The figure made a gesture, and then the three of them quietly walked down the earth slope.
"call out……"
Mountbatten stood in front of the urinal, unfastened the zipper with his intact hands, and the rising urea smell made him frown.
The body shook, and behind him, the revelers around the campfire laughed and shouted.
Amber smoke washed up against the dark night sky.
Suddenly, something made Mountbatten turn his head.