System: Build My Own Territory Chapter 941 - 283: Spy (10,000 Words) Part 2
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"Yes, Captain Dorian, I’ll return right away!"
The voice answered, and Du An immediately pulled on the reins, changing the direction of the horse he was riding.
Du An pressed his legs tightly against the horse’s sides, and with a hurried command, the horse neighed and galloped off into the distant darkness.
The remaining three soldiers watched Du An ride away.
They withdrew their gazes and asked Dorian, "Captain Dorian, what should we do now?"
Dorian considered the situation for a few seconds and said, "Draw your weapons and wait here."
"If you spot any unfamiliar individuals coming or going, capture them at once."
"Should there be too many spies infiltrating the town, retreat immediately and hold your position until Lord Earl’s reinforcements arrive before making any further plans."
The three soldiers swiftly responded, "Yes, Captain Dorian!"
Dismounting from his horse, Dorian approached the trampled barley field.
He crouched down, his eyes meticulously examining the fallen barley stalks.
The muddy footprints on the barley stalks had not yet dried.
It was clear that the spies had entered from the edge of their town not long before.
Dorian even had a chilling thought.
During their recent patrol, the infiltrating spies might have been concealed within the barley field, observing their movements from a distance!
At that very moment.
A sudden sense of dread washed over Dorian, causing the hairs on his arms to stand on end.
If, at the moment when Du An and the soldiers had removed their armor to bathe, the infiltrating spies had launched an arrow attack.
Without the protection of their armor, they would undoubtedly have perished!
Dorian’s hand tightened around the hilt of the longsword at his waist, his gaze following the tracks, peering far into the distance.
In that direction lay Morgan Town.
The infiltrating spies’ objective was indeed Morgan Town.
However.
Even with the knowledge of the spies’ infiltration.
He had no intention of foolishly attempting to apprehend the spies alone.
Confronting unknown infiltrating spies, recklessly pursuing the tracks would only lead to their demise!
In contrast to Dorian’s composed demeanor, the three soldiers beside him appeared noticeably tense.
Their eyes continuously swept their surroundings with vigilance.
While Dorian waited.
The sound of dry branches snapping underfoot echoed from behind him.
Dorian’s ears twitched slightly, and he swiftly turned his head to look.
He observed.
Just outside the perimeter of Morgan Town’s territory.
A solitary figure, clad in simple cloth armor, was stealthily moving away into the distance.
The figure seemed to sense it had been detected and glanced back.
Indeed.
The middle-aged man’s eyes were fixed directly upon him.
No longer concerned with remaining concealed, he quickened his pace, attempting to vanish farther into the darkness.
A young soldier standing nearby frowned and inquired, "Captain Dorian, he..."
After confirming the fleeing figure had disappeared from view, Dorian withdrew his gaze.
"He is most likely the contact for the spies who infiltrated Morgan Town."
"Seeing us guarding here, he likely grew fearful and chose to abandon his companions and flee alone."
The young soldier nodded in understanding.
Dorian continued in a grave tone, "Everyone, remain alert!"
"Those spies who infiltrated Morgan Town, once they realize they have been discovered, will undoubtedly attempt to retreat the way they came immediately."
"Since their contact is right here."
Heeding Dorian’s words, the three soldiers adopted serious expressions and drew the longswords from their sheaths.
They scanned the surroundings with heightened vigilance.
Although the area around them appeared calm, it only heightened the sense of impending danger!
As the four of them stood watch.
In the darkness several kilometers away, a long procession of torchlights began to flicker into view.
Possibly due to their rapid movement, the flames of the torches appeared to dance erratically.
Yet, upon seeing those lights, Dorian felt a measure of relief.
A group of riders approaching from Morgan Town’s direction clearly indicated the reinforcements arranged by Lord Earl.
The three soldiers also noticed the distant firelight.
A flicker of joy surfaced on their faces.
"Captain, there are lights ahead."
"It must be the reinforcements from Morgan Town."
"Excellent! Once the reinforcements arrive and secure the perimeter, those infiltrating spies will have nowhere left to hide!"
Dorian offered a slight nod, just about to respond.
The sound of hurried footsteps emerged from the barley field ahead, rapidly approaching him!
Dorian’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly turned his head to look.
Three shadowy figures suddenly leaped from the concealing barley.
Gripping steel knives tightly in their hands, their blades gleamed coldly under the faint illumination of the night.
Almost instinctively, Dorian raised the longsword in his right hand, positioning it defensively above his head.
The very next moment.
Ding!
Blades met with a sharp, ringing sound, accompanied by a shower of sparks.
Under the force of the impact, Dorian’s right foot involuntarily stepped back three paces before he managed to regain his balance.
Before Dorian could even process what had happened, the tall, dark figure lunged forward once more.
Meanwhile, other shadowy figures enveloped the remaining soldiers. The element of surprise and distance was no longer a factor. Furthermore, the adversaries were clad only in rough linen wool cloth armor. Despite their imposing physique and strength, which exceeded his own, Dorian emitted a frigid snort. Clenching his longsword firmly, he charged forward to confront the threat. As their forms intertwined, the ringing of steel reverberated continuously along the path through the fields. The bearded combatant locked in a duel with Dorian, seizing an opportunity during Dorian’s tactical withdrawal, cast a glance into the distance.