Game of Thrones: I loaded the witcher system.

Chapter 70 The Hunting Senses
The perfect ambush location, Clay understood that in this terrain, 100 people might not be needed to attack from the high number in the dark, block the exit, and a massacre would begin.

This is a carefully chosen battlefield. Someone has long planned to intercept the caravan of White Harbor here, like a hunter lurking in the grass, delivering a fatal blow at the most suitable time.

"Master, be careful." The captain of the guard, who was half a horse behind, urged his horse forward, drew out his long sword and blocked Clay in front of him.

Raising his hand to his grip on the hilt of the sword, and pressing it down, Clay shook his head and said very calmly:
"It's okay, go tell everyone, search the forest yourself, see if you can find anything, and also, look for the footprints left by people and horses on the ground."

After finishing speaking, Clay lightly clamped the horse's belly, and rode towards the scene.

It's not that Creto is big. He doesn't think at all that after the opponent ambushed the caravan in White Harbor, he dared to attack the nearly 300 cavalry troops in the same place during the day.

When he just stopped at Taniguchi's position, he had already determined with his powerful witcher's senses that there were no traces of magic power fluctuations here, so the murderer would only be steel, and there would be no other accidents.

As a demon hunter, he has a keen reaction unmatched by ordinary people. Although he can't ignore any clues, at least, every time Clay walks through a piece of land, he can roughly restore what happened here that night four days ago. what.

"Someone was hit hard on the ground, and the upturned turf here can prove it. It didn't seem like it fell by itself, but...well, yes, it was knocked over by a horse."

On a large piece of mottled grass, Clay's eyes were fixed on it, and he deduced what happened at that time in his mind. He was sure that someone was knocked into the air and landed here, but he didn't know that it was someone from White Harbor. Or that mysterious force.

It is also uncertain whether this horse that knocks people into the air is a pack horse for a caravan or a war horse for charging. These are two completely different concepts. Whether there is a horse or not, the judgment of a force will be There are completely different results.

After getting off his horse, Clay prevented the guards following him from dismounting and signaled them to disperse. He squatted on the ground and picked up a few clods of dark red soil.

"Blood, it seems that the person who was knocked into the air was seriously injured, and there would be no obvious trauma just by the impact. Such a large amount of bleeding, either he was injured before, or... someone came up and wiped his neck. "

Leaving the soil behind, Clay turned to look at the guards behind him, pointed out the nearest one, and ordered:
"You, go and tell your captain, if there are horseshoe prints, count how many horses there are."

"It's my lord!" The soldier straightened his body, agreed, and immediately galloped his horse towards the ridge on the right.

I don't know what Clay saw on the ground. Ser Aenys Frey, who was following him, wanted to open his mouth to ask, but seeing Clay's tense face, he finally didn't ask. He always felt that stepping into the The Mandalay kid on this battlefield seems to be a different person.

The corpses had been taken away by the knight who was here, commanding his farmers and guards. They were originally piled up in a corner of the valley, but they had been dead for four days. In the south in summer, the smell was already unbearable.

Therefore, the knight left only three corpses with a relatively low degree of decay, and the rest have been buried in random graves. I don't know their names, so I can only find a stone and engrave a very rough mermaid on it. thing.

Clay could clearly distinguish which footprints were newly produced. Obviously, these people had destroyed many valuable clues in the process of moving the corpse, but Clay couldn't blame them.

"Come and tell me, did all the corpses die from sharp weapon injuries? Or in other words, were there any weapons such as crossbows or longbows that killed them?"

What Clay asked was the knight of the Frey family who had been following them all the time, who was also the owner of this land.

The gray-haired middle-aged knight stepped forward quickly, with a flattering smile on his face, and answered Clay's question without thinking:
"There are no adults, they all die from sword wounds."

"Are you sure?" Clay stared into his bloodshot eyes.

"...To be sure, when I took people to bury them, I checked everyone, I promise."

Nodding, Clay didn't continue to look at his face, but waved him away, and continued to search for clues in the narrow valley.

"Master Clay, have you found anything?" Aenys Foyle, who had been following behind him for a long time, asked the question he wanted to ask the most.

Clay did not answer him, but instead asked:

"Sir, I originally estimated that 100 people would be able to wipe out this team, but now, I think this may be a bit extreme judgment. In your opinion, Sir, how many people are needed to make it impossible for more than [-] people to escape?"

Aenys Frey's right hand rested habitually on the silver-gray mustache on his chin, obviously, it was just a habit of his thinking.

After a while, he gave his own judgment:

"Master Clay, I think that if they are bandits, without armor, even if they use the terrain to make a surprise attack, there will probably be at least 60 people."

"But if it's not bandits, with enough good equipment or horses, 30 people are divided into two teams, and one charge can kill half of the caravan's defense force. Basically, after three rounds, they should lie on the ground. "

This is a very pertinent statement. Clay nodded in agreement and said softly:

"Whether there are horses or not, when they finish surveying the hills on both sides, there should be results, sir, let's take a look, maybe we can find something."

Clay separated from Aenys Foyle, deducing the battlefield at that time repeatedly in his mind. The horseshoe prints on the hill were up and down, which could not explain the problem.

Because there were horses in White Harbor's caravan, this greatly interfered with Clay's investigation. Suddenly, he thought of a very critical question.

"Tell me, did you find the carriage at the scene? Also, are the goods pulled by the carriage still there?"

Clay was still asking the Frey family knight who had a look of helplessness on his face and hurried over. When he heard Clay's question, he still didn't hesitate, and quickly gave an answer:

"I didn't find my lord. When I came here, there was nothing but corpses. It seems that the gangsters in the mountains took a fancy to the supplies of the White Harbor caravan, so this happened."

At this moment, Clay's eyes suddenly narrowed. Looking over the knight's shoulder, Clay found a strange mark on a small dark red mound.

Waving his hand, the very conscious knight left again, but he didn't go too far. He knew that he would be called to ask questions, so he simply stayed nearby.

Clay ignored him at all, walked to the small mound that still smelled of blood after four days, squatted down there, pushed the dirt away with his fingers, and his face instantly became ugly.

A small soil hole appeared in front of Clay's eyes. With the light, Clay could even see the hardened blood clots inside. This was the mark left by the crossbow arrows on the ground!
Suddenly startled, Clay glanced at the knight who was walking bored aside without a trace, and Clay's heart sank.

He lied!
(End of this chapter)