"No problem." The assistant flipped over the sandbag, slung the rifle on his back, and then grabbed the fixed rope, sliding down directly from the Bell Tower.
Below the Bell Tower, there was a platoon of soldiers responsible for guarding the estate gate. Hearing that the assistant had a ssage for Commissar Tuojin, the platoon leader dispatched a squad to follow the assistant out of the city.
As soon as Malin stepped out of the transport channel, he saw Tuojin, the young man gathered around a large campfire listening to his own commissar tell stories, with the soldiers below seemingly enraptured.
And Malin’s appearance also caught the attention of this young man, who ran over: "Sir, isn’t Lady Lulu with you?"
"I sent her to the National Church to inquire about news," Malin said, shaking his head, "The National Church is really strange, having so many branches within one church that don’t get along with each other, yet they haven’t disbanded. It is truly a curiosity."
"Sir, not just you, even us locals don’t understand it," the commissar of the 13th Regint ca over, before the battlefield front, he perfectly executed the behavior of not saluting a superior officer: "Sir, Commissar Sanders Laurence reporting to you."
"Welco back, Commissar Sanders, how does it feel to be back ho?"
"Good, very cold. I’ve beco a bit used to the South." Saying this, the rough Northerner Sanders laughed.
Malin and Tuojin also smiled.
Then a soldier from the 13th Regint ca over with a soldier from the Tuojin’s First Regint. Malin recognized him at a glance—it was the sniper’s assistant who had followed the sniper during the previous battle. Speaking of which, the sniper later exclaid, lanting how their first generation of snipers had just left school when the tis no longer needed snipers to counter snipers.
For this, Malin could only smile—look, these are the tears of the tis, but at least you can still bully the Chaos Grunts.
"Soldier, what’s the matter?" Thinking of this, Malin walked over. He and his Archer should have been at a high point within the city. Coming over at this ti, there must certainly be sothing going on.
The soldier imdiately reported the matter to Malin, which made him sowhat puzzled: "A convoy? It arrived this afternoon? Right by the warehouse? Observed the warehouse for a while?"
"Yes, we watched them for almost half an hour, during which ti their leader left."
Hearing this soldier’s words, Malin turned to look at Tuojin: "Tuojin, Sanders, bring your squads with . Let’s ask in the south of the city if that convoy leader has left the city."
"Sir Malin, are you suspecting this convoy is linked to the warehouse, and that the leader left the building to confirm the number of bodies?" Sanders asked.
"Yes, I have enough reasons to suspect them. If they are really related to the organization in the warehouse, they would definitely go to confirm that target. Right, Tuojin, I asked you to also hang that young man’s body on the gibbet, did you do as instructed?"
"The ssage just ca that he has been dragged out of the town," Tuojin answered.
"Yes, we saw from the Bell Tower that the body was dragged away when the leader and his two subordinates left together." The soldier’s answer made Malin more certain.
A group of people left the camp, crossed the open space, and arrived at the town gate after handing over duties with the Patrol Team.
The company commander in charge of inspection imdiately gave an affirmative answer to Malin’s question: "That’s correct, the leader of that convoy carried official convoy docuntation, and after they entered, I saw that leader co out again, and he went with many townsfolk to the gibbet area to hear the commissar about the cris of those people."
"Lucky we dragged that young man away, otherwise, without him, who knows what problems could have arisen," Tuojin said sowhat nervously.
Feeling that there was no ti to lose, Malin said: "Tuojin, Sanders, rally your direct companies."
The convoy had almost a hundred people, and with just a few n, there would certainly be fish that slip through the net when a fight breaks out. Malin this ti definitely could not give these folks a chance to escape.
Consequently, the two commissars used the ssengers trained by the military to contact their troops, and after about ten minutes, more than two hundred soldiers ran over, with two companies—other commissars also ca along.
Since it was so, Malin was not going to complain about having too many people, so he arranged for four companies to encircle from all sides, and Malin coordinated from midair. If there were any guys they couldn’t deal with, Malin’s World Tree Saplings would not stand idly by. If any real powerhouse appeared, they would need to take a strike from heaven.
After entering the town, Malin began to ascend, while the assistant led the four companies toward the target.
Under the assistant’s guidance, Malin saw the cart with cattle in the courtyard behind the small building, and many people were going in and out of the tent area in the courtyard.
There was no one on the small building’s rooftop; it seed just like the assistant said, those three guys made the most correct choice amid the stove and snowstorm.
Yeah, also the most fatal choice.
Because within the range of infrared vision, Malin saw no observation posts.
This difference to putting one’s neck on a knife was non-existent.
Wait for your death, gentlen.
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