Chapter 283
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The wind blew from the edge of the snowy mountain. There was a faint smell of blood in the wind that had the smell of snow, which made the five people chasing after the culprit look cold.
They were less than ten miles away from the village. If there was a strong smell of blood, it meant that either something had happened to the culprit, or … something had happened to the herder!
The five of them were more inclined towards the latter!
"Alert! K7, bring up the rear! J5, cover! " Xia Jinyuan's cold voice came from the headset. He graduated from the Combat Command Faculty and was more professional than G3. In the past year or so, he could be said to be the team leader of the Snowfield Brigade.
His sensitivity to danger, his ability to command battles, and his ability to deploy troops perfectly fused his expertise with practice. Not only did he allow this group of soldiers to complete their own missions, but he also allowed the military to assign them to some confidential military projects in the depths of the snowy mountains.
The culprit this time was a group of mercenaries with bad intentions. They had shot and killed the sentinels.
It was normal for mercenaries to kill civilians. Similar incidents happened all over the world.
Following the smell of blood, they saw the body of a herder lying quietly by the sharp rocks. His Tibetan uniform had been taken away, as well as his accessories.
Mercenaries had always been good at anti-reconnaissance. Not only did they take off the herder's clothes, they also took his hat, shoes, waist knife, and flint scythe.
"Disguising as a Tibetan, we can definitely enter the village!" Xia Jinyuan opened his military backpack, took out a medical bandage, and gently placed it on the herder's face. They couldn't bring him back to the village. They could only come back after they dealt with the mercenaries.
On the other side, K7 found a few drops of blood with some white powder floating on them.
He used a military dagger to pick up some of the powder and rubbed it with his hand. "Sterilized crystal sulfonamide. Check if the herder has any injuries."
Sterilized crystal sulfonamide was commonly known as anti-inflammatory powder. It was a prescription drug used to prevent wound infections.
If mercenaries used gunpowder from bullets to treat wounds, then it was very likely that the anti-inflammatory powder came from the herder.
After checking that the herdsmen were not injured, they did not delay for too long. Two minutes later, they started to walk again. On the road, they saw the grass that had been thrown on both sides of the road, as well as the wheels on the ground.
Robbing the carriages, killing the herdsmen, taking away the anti-inflammatory powder that the herdsmen brought home, and then throwing away the herdsmen's pasture to settle the wounded. From this, it could be inferred that … the wounded had a certain status, and the mercenaries could not abandon the wounded.
At midnight, there was no light in the Tibetan village. Occasionally, the low whines of the Tibetan mastiffs could be heard. They were protecting the safety of the village.
Ye Chien was awakened by the Tibetan Mastiff's howls. Because of Hei Ga, Ye Chien could also tell what the Tibetan Mastiff's howls were trying to convey.
Now, what they heard was a somewhat violent and anxious warning that a stranger had entered the village.
Yang Jin was sleeping soundly. Ye Chien, who was sleeping outside, groped in the dark and picked up the Tibetan girl's clothes that Yang Jin had given her. She put on her shoes, picked up her gun, and quietly walked out of the tent.
The village was not big, and it was a nomadic village. Most of the tents were at a certain distance from each other. Ye Chien could tell where the Tibetan Mastiff's howls were coming from. She held her gun tightly and the dagger that Yang Jin had given her in her hand.
The sound came from the front, which was equivalent to the tents at the entrance of the village. She could faintly hear the angry voice of a woman.
Principal Chen had said that Tibetan families were very united and friendly. They rarely quarreled. However, when she heard the angry voice now, she felt a little scared. … Domestic violence?
No, if it was domestic violence, the Tibetan Mastiff would not roar at strangers.
… Wait! Wait! The Tibetan Mastiff that had been howling just now was now silent!
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