The people who wanted to have a conflict had left, and there was no need for thousands of refugees to gather together. After Li Chengsong dissuaded them again, they dispersed and went in search of food.
One of them, a middle-aged man wearing tattered coarse cloth, with a dark complexion and a scar on his forehead, looked at each other and two civilians whose mental state was obviously different from other refugees, quickly gathered together, and strode toward the southwest.
What they didn't notice was that there were more than a dozen refugees hundreds of meters behind them, separated in twos and threes, following them indistinctly. There was even a silver lynx as big as an ordinary tiger wandering further away.
A group of people walked half a mile one after another. When no other refugees were seen nearby, Wang Junlin was about to wave for everyone to rush forward and take down these three people. Xu Jingzong, who was also dressed as a refugee next to him, suddenly whispered
: "Master Marquis, why not continue to follow them and see where they go and who they meet?"
Wang Junlin's eyes lit up and he said: "Jingzong's words are reasonable. You can take everyone to wait for me near the village in the west. I will follow them alone."
As he spoke, he waved his hands to the left and right in a very subtle way. The ten guards dressed as refugees in groups no longer followed him, but went northwest with Xu Jingzong. Wang Junlin disappeared into the woods next to him.
At this time, the scarred middle-aged man looked back and saw that the group of refugees who were going in the same direction as him no longer went with him, but went to a nearby village to find food. He couldn't help but secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't know
The person who is best at tracking in the world has been spotted. However, this person was cautious and whispered something to his two companions, and the two companions each chose a direction and left.
From the perspective of the scarred middle-aged man, even if someone does follow them, usually it will be only one person, or at most two people. Now the three of them are divided into three directions, which can confuse their vision and mislead.
However, he didn't know that tracking a group is not as simple as following the other party without being discovered. A skilled tracker, extraordinary eyesight and accurate judgment are all indispensable.
The scarred middle-aged man continued to walk three miles southwest, and suddenly began to run wildly. It seemed that he was in a state that a hungry refugee could not achieve. Moreover, this man had definitely practiced martial arts, and his strength was not weak.
It has to be said that the scarred middle-aged man was very good at this. He ran as fast as he could. If there was really someone following him, in order to prevent the scarred middle-aged man from getting out of sight, he would have to run faster to catch up and expose himself.
Wang Junlin is basically certain that this middle-aged man with scars is by no means an ordinary person. He is probably a key member of the intelligence organization trained by a big force like Nighthawk, and the other party dares to send this person.
Facing him directly, Wang Junlin, this person's status, means and force will definitely not be low.
If Wang Junlin was alone at this time, he could only speed up the pursuit, thereby exposing himself, and then simply catch up and capture the person alive. As for the plan of tracking this person to find the big fish, it would naturally fail.
After the man started running wildly, Wang Junlin narrowed his eyes, touched the furry head of the lynx next to him, pointed at the figure of the scarred middle-aged man, and whispered: "Catch up."
Then Maomao let out a low growl and ran out. It was covered in silver fur and blended in with the heavy snow on the ground. Unless you looked closely, you wouldn't be able to spot it at all.
Half an hour later, the scarred middle-aged man galloped up a hill and suddenly stopped.
Then the two people who had been separated from him came out of nowhere and came to stand beside the scarred middle-aged man.
One of the tall and thin men said: "Sir, we have to get to the first target point before dark. Why did you stop here?"
The scarred middle-aged man showed a thoughtful look on his face and frowned: "I don't know why? I feel something wrong in my heart, but I don't know where the problem lies."
The tall and thin man said: "If they are just some thieves passing by or victims with malicious intentions, just kill them and save some food for the family owner."
The scarred middle-aged man was more stable and cautious than the tall and thin man, and analyzed: "Not to mention the failure of our plan in Anning County, it has already attracted the attention of the notorious poisonous general. So I was worried that when I left at that time, his whereabouts had been tracked by the other party.
Under surveillance."
The tall and lanky man said in confusion: "In this case, your inappropriate feeling should come from someone following us from behind, not from the front."
But the scarred middle-aged man shook his head and said: "No! The feeling does come from the front. Damn it! Who could it be?"
After a pause, he suddenly said: "Come with me!"
The three of them ran down the hillside, obviously deviating from the route they came from, and entered a dense forest before slowing down their horses.
The tall and thin man shouted: "Have you left out the enemy?"
The scarred middle-aged man nodded and said: "It's better!"
The three of them passed through the dense forest, and a river appeared in front of them. It suddenly opened up. There was still snow on both sides of the river, but the river was rugged with strange rocks, which was quite pleasing to the eye. The sound of the gurgling water made people refreshed.
It was getting dark now, so the three of them ate some dry food they had brought with them by the river, rested for a while, and then continued on their way south along the river bank.
Wang Junlin and Maomao the lynx were walking slowly in the depths of the jungle to the left of the three of them. Neither Wang Junlin nor Maomao would lose each other if they heard each other's footsteps. And at this distance, they could hear each other's footsteps.
But the other party couldn't hear the slightest sound from them.
More than an hour later, it had completely entered night, because the sky was gloomy, there was no light from the stars and the moon, and the sky and the earth were pitch black. The only thing Wang Junlin could see that was shining was Maomao's yellow-green eyes, which was strange and mysterious.
One person and one lynx were sneaking for dozens of miles in the dense forest. The footsteps on the other side disappeared. Wang Junlin wondered why the other party stopped at this time, and quietly sneaked towards the other party's location with Mao Mao.
It didn't take long for Wang Junlin to notice someone hiding in the trees in front of him, apparently serving as a sentry for the people inside. Behind the secret sentry, lights flashed deep in the forest.
Wang Junlin became more curious and told Mao Mao to wait nearby. He spread out his body skills and took advantage of the darkness in the forest to advance silently and quietly, avoiding two sentry posts. Suddenly his eyes opened up, and there was a square area in the dense forest.
Seven or eight feet of open space.
Wang Junlin ducked behind a big tree, squatted down, and peered into the open space through a gap in the bushes beside the tree.
A strange scene came into view.
In the center of the open space, there was a wind lantern. Next to the lantern, sitting cross-legged on a smooth stone, was a woman with a high bun and a loose Taoist robe.