Chapter 58 Convenient Partner

God knows how Faslag and the military doctor left. They disappeared without a trace in the corridor in less than half a minute.

Fortunately, they still left some smell.

Clayton ran as hard as he could in the crowd, but because of his tall stature, it became difficult to avoid others without hitting him.

In fact, before he hit anyone, the crowd was already in chaos. The nurses were dragging the carts filled with medicines and buckets, and the tools were pressed against the wall, and the water in the buckets was thrown out. The nurse tried to stop him but failed.

He suddenly changed his mind and ducked to both sides. The lame injured dragged one leg out of the wheelchair and threw the mobility device in the middle of the road.

If this continues, it will definitely cause some big chaos.

For this reason, Clayton slowed down a lot.

However, the pungent smell of medicine and pus and blood were also destroying his sense of smell and diluting the traces of smell.

Fast and rhythmic footsteps sounded from behind Clayton. He turned around and saw Marietta passing him from the side, crossing the crowd with two long legs, without relying on any extraordinary sense of smell.

Yes, although there are many and complicated internal passages in the military hospital, there is only one stable.

As a cavalry officer, Faslag Kules was able to ride a horse no matter how good he was, but the character he showed was definitely not like someone who was willing to walk on two legs, and the carriage horses were tied to the stables when not in use.

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In order to catch up with the horses of the two men, they exerted their legs.

As soon as the fire flashed, the lead bullet hit the ground, leaving an obvious black hole.

"I've never heard of that name!"

Faslag didn't catch a glimpse of anyone in this area with his peripheral vision, and he suddenly felt happy. He wanted to keep his secret silent forever.

It seems that due to the lack of experience and participation in chasing battles, the opponent's decision-making has gradually become confused, and the horse has entered an area that he is not familiar with.

Faslag clutched his wound and gritted his teeth. His face was pale and sweating, and his hair was like dyed yellow cotton, like a clay doll that had just been exposed to rain.

Although these horses are not saddled yet, Clayton has been riding without a saddle since he was a child, so this is not a hindrance.

Faslag's mount soon fell down due to his poor horsemanship, and a long wound was opened on his abdomen by gravel.

So after Fasslag's first shot missed, Clayton quickly shot at him, hitting Faslag's meaty thigh with one shot.

Looking up at Clayton's face, the cavalry's daughter got on her horse.

On the road, Faslag couldn't help but look back when he heard the sound of new horse hooves behind him. He suddenly became nervous when he saw the sheriff's man. Clayton saw him say something to the military doctor, and the military doctor also looked back, and then pulled

Taking the reins to accelerate in the other direction, Faslag urged the horse to sprint in the opposite direction.

Two people who dare to kill people, two spears that can shoot at any time, and two military horses with excellent physical strength.

The yellow-haired officer and the military doctor probably didn't take the usual route and climbed directly through the window, much faster than Clayton expected.

People who have never experienced the battlefield cannot overcome pain well. Faslag is not even that clear about the importance of fighting. If Clayton and the few old guys stationed as soldiers, they will definitely persevere even if they are injured.

Wait until the bullets are empty and then lie down.

"Don't move! Don't come near me!"

Being pinned down by an animal weighing six to seven hundred pounds usually requires the help of teammates to escape.

But they don't have to chase for a long time, it's enough time to explode once.

Clayton suddenly felt that he no longer lacked anything.

His heart beat lightly, and the feeling from the past suddenly came back.

Clayton directly dismantled the two stall doors and took the horses out by their necks.

If destroying the corpse and obstructing the church's coroner were ordered by his superiors, then Faslag would never run away. He would confidently turn back and call for help to publicly teach the sheriff a lesson, because someone would immediately back him up.

When he noticed the strength of his fingers, Clayton turned sideways to avoid the firing muzzle.

He broke into the backyard, where there were seven or eight military horses.

But working with the Holy Grail Society is different.

Because of this, and because of his mood at the moment, Clayton was somewhat unscrupulous.

The officer fell to the ground clutching his legs, his wailing voice not as expressive as the horse's true feelings, and his weapons were thrown aside.

They put their legs between the horses' bellies and whistled instead of the cavalry's iron whistles, urging their mounts to catch up with those in front.

The saddle is not only the protection of the cavalry, but also the protection of the horse. Dornish horses are different from Taunton horses. Without the control of saddles and reins, these horses can easily choose to run explosively, quickly exhausting all their energy and being slaughtered by others.

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"Good boy, let's go for a run."

"Athena Berlugo, have you seen that woman?" Clayton held the gun and slowly walked towards him.

Clayton had no intention of putting up with him. The opponent also used a revolver, which had a high error tolerance and could shoot continuously, making it extremely threatening.

He didn't hesitate and directly pulled the trigger with his finger.

Marietta watched their figures disappear, biting her lips tightly.

"Then I'll take it as such," Mary said.

As long as they keep an eye on the stable, they can prevent the other party from leaving.

Behind her, Clayton didn't care so much. He walked in the direction they came out and attacked the stable boy who was closing the backyard gate from behind. He knocked him unconscious with one punch and stuffed it into the collar of his neck.

A five pound note as compensation.

To be honest, if it weren't for the blessing of luck, his marksmanship would be pretty good.

No matter what the Spider Priest can bring, as a murderer, Faslag's involvement with her must always be kept secret, and there is a high probability that this matter will not be known to his superiors.

"If you can ride, then let's catch up together."

The yellow-haired middle-aged officer rolled a few times on the ground, got up in embarrassment, and in a frenzy and panic pulled out his pistol and shot at the horse Clayton was riding.

But Clayton pulled out his leg with his own strength, leaving Faslag stunned. He raised his gun and pointed it at the former lieutenant.

This situation is very disadvantageous for ordinary cavalry.

The werewolf didn't know whether the female sheriff had caught the military doctor, but he had forced Faslag into a desperate situation.

With just one shot, a lead bullet as big as a little finger went into the horse's eye. Clayton only heard a long, choked neigh from the horse under his crotch, and then the hoof raised almost threw him off, and then the horse

Then he collapsed towards his left side and pinned down one of his legs.

"I think someone broke the law before I did."

"Then you die here!"

Clayton followed Faslag into an uninhabited land. This was an abandoned quarry in the city. There was a lot of gravel on the ground, which was very unfriendly to horses.

Faslag looked at the spear held by Clayton and swallowed: "It is against the law to attack soldiers. You better stop it, you piece of shit."

Clayton looked at the gun and didn't answer her. Instead, he directly inserted the gun into the gap in his belt.

Mary took out a revolver from her arms and threw it to Clayton, who caught it steadily on the high-speed horseback:

"Is this your gun?"

By the time Mary and Clayton arrived at the stables, they had already mounted their horses and left the hospital gate. They happened to pass the corner in front of them and didn't notice anyone following them.

He mounted one horse, led the other horse forward by its mane, and let go in front of Mary.

Without any communication, Clayton and Mary each locked onto one for tracking.

Clayton also raised his long rifle and pointed it at him: "You are the one, put down the gun, and then tell me who you have made a deal with!"

Clayton quickly realized this and rushed out following Marietta's route.

Clayton first raised his chin with the long barrel of the gun, and then put the muzzle of the gun against his head:

"Then tell me why you concealed the traces on the body?"

"Do you dare to kill me?" Faslag pressed his forehead against the barrel of the gun.

Clayton didn't answer, but took back the gun and loaded the gun again. This action alone made Faslag's face paler.
Chapter completed!