"He is in the city, you are outside the city. How can you attack you so far?" Lieutenant Colonel raised his eyebrows.

"I don't know either, so I have to find him and ask clearly."

Jeska thought for a while and said casually: "Let your people find them from the neighborhood. All eight died so miserably, and those who live will be half-dead."

Winters nodded repeatedly, turned around and was about to run out of the tent, but was pulled by Lieutenant Colonel Jeska.

"Don't hold too much hope, if this shaman is really important..." Lieutenant Colonel Jeska began to walk around the felt tent: "...I'm afraid he's sent out of the city by the Huds."

"Here, it's here!" Jeska stopped and inserted the saber hard on the ground with his back hand. The tip of the knife was sinking into the ground and his palm was deep.

The lieutenant colonel suddenly exerted force, and the carpet and the wooden board below were pulled up, revealing a black tunnel opening.

"The barbarian is the most cunning." Jeska slapped the dust on his body, not surprisingly: "I taught you."

...

The interior of the tunnel is wet and cramped, and only thin people are allowed to walk with a bent over.

Winters couldn't get in at all - he could still climb in the tunnel without wearing armor, and if he put on the armor, he would get stuck.

Lieutenant Colonel Jeska also did not allow Winters to enter the tunnel.

Because there are probably enemies waiting inside, no one knows whether it is an authentic tunnel or a cave.

Finally, the lieutenant colonel selected a few short and ingenious militias to find out the authentic situation, while Winters was anxiously waiting for the news in the city.

At the same time, organized and unplanned robbery is underway in Bianli.

The war was too hard, and most of the spoils had nothing to do with the soldiers.

For the soldiers, robbing after breaking the city is the only way they can get [compensation].

If an army could not rob after the war, there must be something more noble than material to support them - the Palathu soldiers obviously did not have that kind of thing.

But in Winters' view, the Paratus was equivalent to gnawing meat on the skinny legs of lamb.

The best trophy is of course the portable and valuable things like gold, silver and jewelry.

However, there was nothing in Bianli's long house, and the Huds could be said to be penniless.

The city of Bianli is so poor that it is more wealthy than the entire Bianli.

Most of the warehouses in the city were empty, and the wealth of the white lion was not placed in Bianli.

"I allow you to be the first to enter the city," Alpad said to Lieutenant Colonel Jeska.

Winters didn't feel anything at that time, but now he's so flattered.

Because the little valuable things in the city have been taken away by the first group of Jieshika brigades who entered the city.

The troops who entered the city later gained almost nothing, and Bian Li could only sell their property.

Those old, young, young, young, young, young, and injured who failed to break through with the white lion are inevitably becoming slaves.

Winters witnessed the quartermaster detaining, registering and registering the Heds in the city with extremely high efficiency.

The slave traders who came out from somewhere spoke various dialects and bargained with the quartermaster of Paratu.

The Palatus were preparing the carriage, and the Hed slaves would be transported back to the Palatus and then exported - because the Palatus did not use the Hed slaves.

The Venettas and the Unionists were greatly impacted, and Lieutenant Colonel Jeska was calm.

Finally, militia from the cave were sent to run back from outside the city.

...

"It's here! Sir!" The militia kept bringing Winters and Bud to the northeast corner outside the city.

The tunnel exit outside the city is protected by double-layer wooden boards, and the outside is covered with soil.

Winters noticed that the soil on the board even had grass, which was exactly the same as the surrounding turf.

This means that at least last summer, the tunnel had been built, which made Winters even more uneasy.

The terrain of Bianli is high, and the tunnel is slanted upward. About ten meters from the exit, there is a small space inside, with several small boats stacked.

"Oops!" Seeing the boat, Winters turned and rushed out of the tunnel.

The exit is very close to the confluent river, and you can vaguely see traces of ships tow on the river beach.

Looking into the distance, where are there any traces of the boat?

"Run?" Bud followed Winters out of the tunnel.

"Can't run!" Winters shouted: "Carry the boat out!"

The militia hurried to the tunnel again.

Winters began to take off his armor and said quickly: "The boats in the tunnel are very small and cannot carry horses. There are no boats on the other side of the river beach, and the White Lion is defeated, and the north shore is our people. Nahud Shaman must have taken the boat downstream."

"We still have to chase after you?"

"Chasing!" Winters handed over the reins of the strong luck to Bard: "Take people across the river from the pontoon bridge and chase them on the north bank. Let Andre lead people to chase them on the south bank. I will take a boat to chase them. I don't believe I can't catch him!"

"Wait." Bud raised his eyebrows: "You can swim?"

Winters breathed: "Then you go chase after him by boat, and I will take people to chase him on the north shore."

Several cavalrymen rushed from the river bank, and the leader was Andre.

Winters shouted excitedly: "Andre! You're here!"

"Where's the best?" Andre held the horse in front of Winters, and said unhurriedly: "Lieutenant Colonel asks you to go back immediately."

"What happened?" Winters had a bad feeling.

"The army has ordered to destroy Bian Li, deal with all the Heds, and burn all the supplies that cannot be carried." Andrey smiled bitterly: "The whole army retreats! Draw the camp immediately!"

...

"W.M's Book of Spells"

Entry: Rain prayer

Level: Military level

Principle: Unknown

Method of casting: Unknown

Note: The boy Bell said that during the dry season, the tribe's shamans would hold rain prayer rituals. Some were powerful, while others were not. Isn't this a typical charlatan to deceive people? But that rainstorm cannot be faked. The shamans in the felt tent didn't seem to do anything else, they just jumped to the great god... but they jumped to death in the end. Could it be that the Hed people's rain prayer techniques are real? In this way, rain prayer techniques are equivalent to civilian magic turning into military use?
Chapter completed!