Sunlight shines through the sparse tree trunks into an unknown forest. There are a lot of blood stains on the ground, and there are many dead bodies.
One after another wailing sounds echoed around, and those who were shot but were still alive were struggling to feel the intense pain.
On the withered lawn, messy objects fell everywhere, and the most numerous were a large number of empty bullet casings.
Many tree trunks were blown open, with traces of gunpowder on them, and gunpowder smoke spread all around.
Josh Renault got off the horse, walked past the wounded, and looked at these painful subordinates with tangled eyes.
The sun shines on his uniform, which is covered with dust.
This was a close encounter. Under the leadership of Josh, the Inspection Bureau discovered the forest where the Conor Gang temporarily settled. So they spent a day sorting out the plan, and with the cooperation of the army, they carried out an encirclement and suppression of the lawless elements. p>
But the careful encirclement and suppression plan somehow leaked out. The camp they surrounded was a cover, and the Conor Gang also set up traps and ambushes, causing them to pay a heavy price.
"The casualty ratio is too high. For every criminal killed, we will lose 5 soldiers or agents."
A subordinate reported the combat situation to Josh.
Although he knew Augusta was difficult to deal with, he didn't expect it to be so difficult. Josh rubbed his eyes and regretted not waiting for Father Sang to see the doctor and take action together.
In the final analysis, Thomas is still pressing. His son is still in Augusta's hands. Although the other party wants to take him as a hostage and will not do it so quickly, there is no guarantee that an accident will happen.
"We have to change our strategy. We will suspend the attack for now, narrow the encirclement, and trap them first."
After Josh finished speaking, he immediately gave another order to his subordinates: "Come here, I will arrange an errand for you..."
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Outside the town of Walding, the Damon family plantation.
The original plan to go to the ironworks was met with an accident when Victor and the others were about to set off.
A temporary worker from a gun shop hurried over to find Downey and asked him to go to the mass graveyard behind the town. Something strange happened.
Donnie apologized and decided to rush to the town to deal with it first. Without him to lead the way, Victor and Henry couldn't find where the old ironworks site was, so they had to follow them to the town.
When they came to the mass burial hill, they suddenly discovered that several graves had been dug open, and the corpses buried directly inside were missing. There were also several dark holes around the graves.
It's like it was dug out from the bottom up by something.
For this reason, Henry also went to check Mark's tombstone not far away, but fortunately it was some distance away and nothing happened.
"This kind of thing hasn't happened for a long time, Mr. Sheriff, we have to try to lure those things out and kill them." The temporary worker of the gun shop looked very angry.
Not only him, many people in the town were there, surrounding the place where the accident occurred. Of course, Downey's two colleagues also stood face to face with their hands crossed beside the stolen grave.
Everyone’s expressions are not pretty.
Victor and Henry looked at each other in confusion, not understanding what was happening. Father Sang hid outside the crowd and coughed, his voice being muffled by the noise.
"Starting tonight, two people will stay vigil, and three more people will be arranged to support at any time. Everyone will go to the gallows later to discuss how to allocate personnel. Let's do this first, leaving a few men to deal with the graves."
One of Downey's colleagues began to take charge of the overall situation. In a place with such an imperfect system, the sheriff not only serves as a policeman, but also serves as the mayor of the town.
"Is there any big trouble?" Victor looked at Donnie with husky eyes.
After the other party came back to his senses, he explained to them: "There are some native creatures in the East Indochina. They live underground and like to crawl out and eat the corpses of creatures. The first batch of immigrants were frightened by this kind of thing.
, but fortunately they can shoot and find that these things can be killed."
Eat corpses...
When Victor heard this, he recalled the scene in his mind and suddenly remembered the strange creature that ate the male prostitute's kitten that night.
"What a terrifying creature. What does it look like?" Victor asked tentatively.
"I don't know, I haven't seen it either, but people who have seen it say it looks like a spider. People named it Saluba, which is such a funny name." Downey answered naturally.
Spider?
That was quite different from the monsters at that time.
Victor immediately denied his guess.
"Okay, the matter is settled, let's go to the ironworks!"
Donnie smiled stupidly, and then walked back to where the horse was tied.
Victor and Henry followed. When he walked past Father Sang, he saw him yawning listlessly.
The old man asked what they were talking about just now, and Victor told him about Saluba.
Father Sang touched his bald head, coughed in confusion and said: "Oh, the monster that eats corpses...is it a native creature? Ahem...I thought it was a legendary ghoul."
Ghoul?
Victor got goosebumps when he heard this word.
Father Sang then put his hat back on and went to lead his little donkey.
"Is it also a mystical creature? Well, no, it should be the product of being obsessed? Ahem... It doesn't seem to be the case. In short, ghouls are related to mystical creatures, but they are not purebred things like the creeping source of matter." "What does a ghoul look like?" Victor asked eagerly.
Father Sang led the donkey and followed the two people in front.
"In the internal information of the Anti-Suppression Department, someone who had seen it drew a sketch and said it was a ghost, but in fact the drawing was very funny... ahem... ahem, a bit like a wolf? Hmm... a long-haired dog
Right? Hahaha!"
Hearing this, Victor's mind was in turmoil and he couldn't calm down.
"Is it about the same size as a human, with hair on its body, like a hyena?"
Hearing Victor's question, Father Sang looked at him in surprise: "Have you seen it?"
Victor was silent for a moment. Although there were still many uncertainties, the creature that gnawed on male prostitutes was very similar to what Father Sang described.
He couldn't wait to chase Father Sang and ask him about the ghoul, but he only saw a simple illustration in the information of the Department of Defense and Suppression.
There is no further story about this matter for the time being. Henry in front kept urging them to follow.
……
On the other side of the ocean, the Greybean Empire is prosperous on the surface. After dark, the noble avenue is still illuminated by dense gas lights. The carriages of the rich intersect with each other beside the heroic statues at the crossroads. On both sides of the road stand magnificent
Classical Gothic architecture.
Plywood, steel, brass pipes, gas energy...
Exquisite decorations, increasingly complex lines, and new materials and new technologies brought about by industrialization fully embellish this glorious era.
This era has created a large number of middle classes, people who control wealth. They are complacent about the country's achievements and are intoxicated in the temporary prosperous life in front of them. They deliberately ignore the clearly defined urban divisions and those who live in a larger proportion of poor people.
Narrow alleys for people.
Moran Bookstore is located at the intersection of the streets of the rich and the poor. It is hidden in the deepest part and is only open at night, waiting for regular customers who are about to visit it.
Abigail and his colleague Stephen appeared at one end of the street. In order to write a manuscript about Secred, she needed to go to the bookstore again tonight to check out the largest collection of information on the East Indian continent in the bookstore.
"Miss Reporter, Mr. Reporter, you came very early tonight..." Miss Moran, who has an exotic style, sat behind the counter very kindly and gave them her first greeting tonight.