Soon the major understood what the two villagers said.
Because there is a real existence of God, it is easy for him to understand the concepts the other party is talking about.
The other party comes from a strange world with rules set by gods. There is a game called Werewolf.
A few or a dozen people communicate face to face or remotely through telephone, telegraph and other means.
Some people are werewolves, and some people are good people.
The two parties use each other's speech skills and some skills brought by their identities to engage in logical and emotional competition.
In short, it is a brain-burning game. It can be a small hit, but not a big one. It will only become a mainstream game in their world.
The key is that after victory, there are various rewards, money and materials, and after failure, there will be punishment. The punishment depends on what kind of game the individual participates in.
The heavier the punishment, the better the reward.
As the major listened, he felt the urge to go to the other party's world, because he thought he had a better mind, otherwise, he would not have been able to become a major in his 30s.
In this, his family only played a small role.
"I understand, what you mean is that you can't let the werewolf stay overnight. If you stay overnight, it will kill people." The major concluded.
"That's it. Send someone to catch it quickly. We can organize a game and introduce the rules of our world to kill it." Villager A said.
"But, won't he run away?"
"It's useless, the rules have locked him in. As long as there are enough people to play the game, he can't escape!" Villager B followed.
When the major heard this, he nodded first, and then suddenly shook his head: "No, if there is a game, there must be at least two, three, or four werewolves in a game. Doesn't that mean there will be one more werewolf?"
"We can form the smallest round. In our world setting, it is a six-person round with only two werewolves. As for the other werewolf, we already know one. It is not difficult to find the other one." Villager B continued.
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"Understood." The major nodded, then pointed at the soldier and villager B and said, "Kill that villager, the one on the left."
"Bang bang!" A series of bullets hit Villager B's body.
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But the next moment, villager B turned into the same form as the green-skinned werewolf just now, tall and strong, with a green-skinned body and a wolf head!
"Ah!" Villager A was so frightened that he peed his pants!
He never expected that the guy who came to this world with him to look for wolves would actually be a wolf too!
"You're hiding it well! You're actually a deepwater barb wolf!" He cursed through gritted teeth.
The Deep Water Barb Wolf just hides and pretends to be a good guy. Everything is done from the perspective of a good guy and does not offer any help to the wolf teammates. It is often discovered only at the end.
"Damn, how did you find out? I don't believe that you, a native who has never even played, found out my true identity? Are you afraid of making a mistake? Besides, the one next to you was the one who first proposed the game.
People!" Werewolf B ignored the idiots around him and just stared at the major and said.
He couldn't understand at all, he had hidden himself so well, why did he fail here?
Didn’t you see that the idiot villager next to you didn’t realize it until now?
"Haha, it's very simple. I just tried it casually. Just because you talked too much, I tried it on you first. I want to know if the villagers are also immune to bullets." The major said calmly.
Of course he wouldn't tell the other party because he saw the werewolf in the tent in the distance smiling at the other party in surprise.
He had good eyesight and saw this.
The most important thing is that he is on the battlefield now. Even if he makes a mistake in judgment and kills an outsider, it will be fine.
Anyway, he has killed so many alien monsters.
Werewolf B almost vomited blood.
It looked up to the sky and roared, and at this moment, the major ordered someone to shoot another villager.
After one shot, the villagers were fine, but they did not turn into wolves.
"Will you turn into a wolf if you are attacked here? This is a simple killing method." Villager A suddenly said happily after panicking.
"Okay, now I know that the werewolf can only be killed in a game. Let's start the game now, a game of six. You three, I will send three soldiers here!" The major ordered three soldiers to come forward.
The soldiers looked at each other, they didn't know how to play it at all, they just got a general idea.
Most soldiers in the 19th century were illiterate.
"Okay, the game will start right away!" Villager A said quickly.
Immediately afterwards, the major saw a flash of light in the sky, and then nothing happened.
Nothing appears.
"What's going on?" Villager A asked in panic.
"It seems that the rules of your world cannot fully take effect here." The major quickly figured this out.
"What should we do? There is no game, no voting, and we cannot kill the werewolf! Unless we have witches, hunters, and other magic cards here, I am just a citizen and cannot kill the werewolf." Villager A said anxiously.
"There is a way."
The major quickly sent twenty soldiers to prepare to leave the fortress.
But the two werewolves were not stupid, so they turned around and ran away.
It's daytime now, and their knives can't be used. Although the other party can't kill them, they can tie them up with ropes and starve them to death.
In that case, it would be tragic.
The werewolves ran very fast, and they were very happy that the other party would definitely not be able to catch up with them.
Until they heard the "rumbling" sound of the truck.
This is a truck left behind by the last truck supply team, with the purpose of picking up the major in times of crisis.
"This is cheating!" The two werewolves who were gradually being caught up shouted out of breath.
Although they have turned into wolves, they are still human beings. They have never exercised and do not have such good endurance.
A fishing net was thrown down, trapping the two of them and tripping them.
Then the two werewolves were taken back.
Within two days, another person was sent from the rear.
This time it was a team of one thousand people, with 600 people replenishing the major's troops, 400 people escorting the two werewolves, and taking a villager back.
It seems that the higher-ups attach great importance to this new world.
But why doesn’t the world of radiation pay such attention?
The major couldn't figure it out either, so he had to continue his work.
Then I would play werewolf with the soldiers.
There are many inconveniences in face-to-face play. For example, when werewolves communicate at night, they can only use gestures to communicate tactics and targets.
You can also use facial expressions to see if the other person is a wolf.
Later, the major changed it to allow writing and communication at night.
He added masks and earplugs so that everyone couldn't see each other's expressions or hear who was writing.
The soldiers didn't like this kind of game. For them, it was more comfortable than sleeping and playing cards.
However, under the coercion of the major, they had no choice but to play around and talk about everything.
"If I were a wolf, let me jump off the wall!"
"I'm a good person. Don't beat me out. I'll treat you to a drink tonight."
The major had to make more and more rules. The more rules there were, the more irritable the soldiers became.
Until one day, after a game, a flash of light appeared in the sky and a bottle of rum appeared.
The soldiers began to go crazy and would not stop playing until dark and lights out every day.
He even invented the method of smearing people in bed.
