It was true, both Maria and Olga were dressed almost identically.
They were dressed in the same outfits created from fallen leaves. Olga could not resist and repeated almost everything, only slightly changing the style. Now the girls were dressed in almost perfect camouflage robes, as none of them had changed the color of the fabrication material, but only its structure.
- We will gladly perform the capture of the prisoners, - Olga answered for both girls.
- Naturally, we will cover you. Get ready here, I'll run to Oleg and find out how he's doing.
What is an army field camp? First of all, dirt. A lot of dirt. And odor. Lots of smells, most of which can take away the appetite. Set behind a small fortification, the camp met both of those criteria.
Leaving the camp was forbidden. But not strictly. Naturally, no one was allowed out of the gate, which was blocked by a cart - there were sentries there. But the wall was by no means an obstacle for people. It was difficult for a goblin with his small stature to overcome it, but for a human it cost nothing.
Why leave the safety of the camp? There could be many reasons. To breathe clean air, to be away from the densely packed place of soldiers and away from the annoying faces of their fellow soldiers, to shit in the bushes at their own pleasure and without neighbors, and finally, just to pay attention to themselves.
A young soldier who was furiously masturbating in the bushes got a blow on the head and lost consciousness.
- What an interesting man, - Olga, who made the blow, lowered herself in front of the lying body and began to pull up his pants.
- And who of us will carry this horny man on his back? - Maria, who was standing nearby and insuring her friend, wrinkled her face squeamishly.
- I will. It's a mundane matter.
- We need another one.
The friends looked at each other and tied up the captured man and continued to watch and wait. The other volunteers remained a hundred meters behind them. Their time had not yet come, for now they were just covering the girls on the hunt.
Soon another soldier walked away from the camp towards the forest. Judging by the badge on his chest, it was a tenser. Entering the forest about thirty meters from the girls, and going a little deeper into it, he began to settle in, clearly wanting to relieve his bowels.
Maria approached the squatting man. The tentmaker was grunting and pushing. Constipation must have driven him into the forest. Not wishing to be the object of ridicule of his coworkers, the tentmaker secluded himself in the woods. Unlike her older friend, Maria did not hit him on the head. Instead, she lightly touched the man with two fingers, a discharge sparking between them. The electric shock knocked out the target no worse than a fist to the head.
- Ugh!
The girls said it almost in sync. The unexpected attack and the electric shock did what the body didn't want to do, and the tenser involuntarily relieved his bowels. Olga laughed.
- If I believed that, I'd say it was karma.
- That's where you'd believe it. I'd rather carry anonist than this asshole," Maria grudgingly pulled her pants over her victim.
- All right, let's move out.
After dragging the captives deep into the forest, the girls handed the bodies of the victims to their comrades, and their place was taken by a team of volunteers. Each of whom received a few drops of blood from each of the soldiers before leaving.
Luckily, both the common soldier and the tentmaker had the right memories. The attack on the neighboring camp did not interest the commander at all. The count had not given any instructions on the matter. Since the beginning of the journey his squad was subjected to constant raids of goblins, and the next losses incurred in this cursed campaign, did not alarm the military man at all.
Everything would have remained unknown to anyone, if not for a trio of soldiers that brought a report from their commander, which detailed the strange battle and terrible creatures that looked like humans, but for some reason almost unkillable. The messengers were talkative and described the night's incident in great detail.
They would have gone on and on, but the centurion cut them off and sent them back. That's when the soldiers' eagerness to talk became clear. They were terribly afraid and tried to hide it behind their stories. The centurion almost had to push them behind the carts by force, one of them even began to beg to give them a chance to rest before going back.
But the officer was inexorable. The others only shrugged their shoulders, genuinely not understanding the fear of their colleagues. They had not told them anything so mystical. A hard-to-kill enemy is not the same as a completely unkillable one. Apparently, the trek through the forest, immediately after the attack, had left its mark, so their comrades were so frankly cowardly.
Some of the scouts went to the vampire camp to leave the captured prisoners there. At the camp they were met by Oleg. He was sitting near three soldiers lying on the ground. Alexander had only to clutch his head. He had visited Oleg earlier to see how he was doing, and had brought him a fox to feed him and a hare blanket for shelter. But he had somehow forgotten to share his plans with his comrade.
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