Early in the morning, DeWitt and the others led the team and set off.
Now this season is when the river is turbulent, and it is not easy to wade through this river.
Everyone tied the rope around each other's waists, and walked slowly in the river with their shoulders draped back and forth.
The width of the river is about 50 meters. The soldiers stopped and walked in Hanoi in order to maintain their own balance. It took nearly an hour to walk ashore. It also took a lot of energy during the period.
Without time to change clothes, Abel directed everyone to move on.
In order to arrive at the group of centaurs within the estimated time, every second counts.
DeWitt and Abel were at the front, side by side, in order to accurately plan the new route: they each had a map.
"According to this forward speed, it takes three or four days to walk in the valley before we can go out." Abel said, staring at the map.
"It took a lot of energy to cross the river today, and the progress of the soldiers is slow. In the next few days, we have to speed up our pace." DeWitt analyzed.
"Yeah." Abel nodded.
Until the evening, when today's trip was about to end, the scouts had already climbed another mountain. The rushing river was so far behind that no trace of it could be seen.
"Camp and rest in place," Abel ordered.
The soldiers also breathed a sigh of relief. The clothes drenched by the river had been dried unconsciously during the march. After traveling all day without stopping, it is the greatest happiness to be able to sit down and rest now.
"You, you, you, follow me out." Claremont walked up to several soldiers squatting on the ground and directed.
"Captain Claremont?" The soldiers immediately stood up and lined up. A soldier asked hesitantly as he looked at Claremont who turned his back and walked towards the gate of the barracks.
"Take your weapons, let's go hunting now," Claremont said.
"Yes." The three soldiers put their weapons back on their waists, and followed Clement and walked out.
"Claymont took people out?" DeWitt was building a tent with the soldiers, and when he caught a glimpse of the backs of Clemente and his group leaving, he opened his mouth and read.
"Yes, the reconnaissance team will send people out to hunt every day in the future." Abel responded.
"Why did you only bring three people?" DeWitt seemed a little worried.
"The area around here is Beamon's territory. It is estimated that Captain Claremont does not want to make too much noise and be discovered." Abel speculated: "It is impossible for the beasts in this mountain to hurt them."
"Yeah." Devitt nodded.
Before Claremont and the others brought back the results of the battle, Abel called Calradia's logistics soldiers to prepare for the fireworks. A look of confidence in Claremont and the others.
After a while, the four of Claremont appeared at the gate of the barracks with a full load.
Several soldiers patrolling the camp hurried forward to take the prey from the four of them.
"Wow, there are deer in this mountain! We can eat venison tonight!" a soldier exclaimed excitedly.
"How is it?" After the soldiers dispersed, Abel stepped forward and asked Claremont.
"It's okay." Claremont said with a trace of fatigue in his eyes, "We didn't go very far."
"Hurry up and change your clothes and have a good rest." Abel originally wanted to ask some more questions about the terrain in the mountains, but seeing that Claremont was too tired, he asked him: "Don't you still have to be on duty tonight?" Post?"
"During dinner, a bowl of porridge is enough for me. Please tell the kitchen for me." Claremont exhaled.
"Okay," Abel replied.
Claremont nodded, then turned and walked towards his camp.
After returning to the tent, he immediately walked to the couch, took off his coat, and wiped his face casually with a towel soaked in water. Lie down on the made mattress.
Perhaps the hard work of the whole day has exhausted all my strength today. Not even the energy left to dream.
Clement fell into a deep sleep until late at night.
When he woke up, there was a bowl of plain porridge on the desk in front of the bed that was not very hot.
After this simple dinner, Claremont put on his clothes, walked out of the tent, and took over with Abel.
"It seems that you are much better." Abel handed the token in his hand to Claremont and said.
"My physique is like this. I will have strength after a night's sleep." Claremont said with a smile.
"I see." Abel nodded and said, "Is there any special episode when we go out today?"
"No." Claremont thought about it for a while, and replied: "The places we passed were very quiet, and it didn't seem like homeless people of other races passed by."
"Didn't the map say that Beamon appeared near here?" Abel asked suspiciously.
"Even if Beamon really exists, then we are not his target." Claremont shook his head and said to Abel, thinking of the appearance of Beamon recorded in the history books.
"Have you seen Beamon before?" Abel knew almost nothing about Beamon except for the name and portrait given on the map. After hearing Claremont's evaluation, he couldn't help asking.
"No, I just heard their legends." Claremont introduced: "I heard that Beamon's body is huge, and he would eat thousands of peaks in one meal, and time will also be because of what they do. It becomes disordered. When God created the world, he only created one Beamon."
"Such a magical creature would actually live on this small island." Abel was dumbfounded.
"Actually, to be honest, I don't really believe it." Claremont thought.
"No race has come to occupy this emerald land of mountains. It seems that everyone is very afraid of Beamon's existence." Abel said.
"Um."
Abel and Claremont didn't chat for long, and went back to rest.
Claremont led the soldiers to patrol inside and outside the camp. It was not until four o'clock in the morning that he handed over the task to others and returned to the camp to sit down and rest.
In two hours, the soldiers will get up.
Claremont didn't have the slightest thought of going to sleep at this moment, maybe it was because of the rest yesterday that he made up for his whole day's sleep.
He leaned over the desk, looking at the map in his hand.
Counting the time of departure from the country of the elves, or from Dherim.
At five o'clock in the morning, the rain in the valley hit the top of the tent with a crackling sound.
Like a hypnotic clock, Claremont felt a wave of tiredness welling up in his body.
In another hour, their army will set out from the rainy autumn valley to start a new day's trek.
(end of this chapter)