Field pointed at Winters: "This is the new trainee."

Then he pointed at Moritz: "This is my adjutant, but you seem to know him... So that's it. Moritz was going to pick you up when he was secretly taking leave?"

"Major Moritz, and Major General Layton."

The old woman who opened the door downstairs heard the sound of the door being removed upstairs and walked up to see what was going on.

"Mrs. Warren, please ask someone to repair the door again." Field handed Mrs. Warren a few small silver coins. Mrs. Warren accepted it without asking anything. Obviously, it was no wonder.

The lieutenant colonel handed Mrs. Warren a small bag of money and asked her to go find the neighbors to buy some old clothes and old boots according to the figures of three officers.

Major Moritz got up and took out paper, pen and ink bottles from the desk drawer. Winters acted as a scribe. The three of them spoke, wrote and communicated.

For Field, he had no idea that his adjutant was sent to the United Provinces for business, which the Army regarded as a secret mission, and he thought Moritz had been recuperating at home.

When the lieutenant colonel learned that the major had been shaken by his spell, he smiled so hard that he leaned back and forth.

But when he found that Winters and Moritz were both witnesses on the scene, he kept him in the dark, his expression became very complicated again.

His face was filled with a look of shock, "You actually formed a small group on your back."

This is actually all the blame for Major Moritz's "secret discussion".

But now Field has no time to ask carefully, and he has more important things.

"Are you still able to do it?" Field asked.

Major Moritz took out a silver coin from under the mattress with sleepy eyes.

The next second, accompanied by the sharp sound of breaking through the air, the silver coins in his hand disappeared, the wine bottle on the desk shattered, and there was a hole in the wooden wall behind the wine bottle.

"Get up and go with me."

Major Moritz rubbed his neck and yawned a big yawn: "Then I have to let me take a shower first?"

"No need to go to Qianmin Street, you are a sloppy person." Lieutenant Colonel Field sneered: "If you have a skin, you can only pretend to be a prostitute if you do it clean."

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Qianmin Street is said to be a street, but in fact it covers an area that is not smaller than that of Hailan City.

The history of Hailan City can be traced back to the ancient empire, and the name Hailan [Veus] comes from the ancient language.

This city was destroyed by war and natural disasters several times, and was rebuilt several times. Under the ground of today's Hailan City, there are the ruins of the old city.

The ancients left two legacies for the city: a water supply system and a sewer system.

Among them, the water supply system has lost its original effectiveness, leaving only some relics of elevated canals as wreckages of ancient civilizations, standing alone in the suburbs.

But the launch system is still faithfully performing its original functions.

Although the city owners changed batch after batch, the position of dredging officer responsible for cleaning up silt in the sewage system was retained.

The old sewage system of Hailan City has been maintained by someone, so it has not been blocked and abandoned like the old sewage system of Guitucheng.

Moreover, whenever an knowledgeable person takes charge of the city, he will add and supplement the old drainage system of the ancients to adapt to the growing population of the Hailan City.

After repairing, the sewage system of Hailan City finally became a maze. No one knew how many forgotten paths and passages were inside, nor did he know where this sewage system could go.

Therefore, this drainage system that "hidespair" for Hailan City has really become a place where hidespair is hidden. Thieves, smugglers, murderers, demon believers, and all kinds of people are hiding here.

It is impossible to trade goods sold on the market here, and human ugliest desires can be satisfied here.

The ruling council of Hailan City had no choice but to dispatch guards to clear the enemy. The rats fled and disappeared into various paths and pipes that were not on the drawings.

When the guards retreated from the drainage system, the mice emerged from the gutter and gathered here again.

Therefore, the sewer system of Hailan City is also called Qianmin Street. Public power in the sun and mice that can only live in the dark form a delicate dynamic balance here.

Winters changed into a dirty linen robe and cloak, wearing a cat-faced mask, and held the Dusak scimitar that Lieutenant Colonel Field had lent him, and followed the two school officials.

Lieutenant Colonel Field was thick and thin, not only asked Moritz's landlord's wife to get clothes, but also asked her to get a few pairs of shoes.

It is eye-catching to walk together. If the three officers wear military boots again, they will be exposed in front of the blind.

However, the shoes I found in a hurry would not fit very well. The pair of boots that Winters wore was a little small, which made him feel a little painful.

The three left their horses at Major Moritz's residence, led by Lieutenant Colonel Field, and went down from the ladder next to the Carpenter's Bridge in East City to the main bank of the river, and came to a drainage pipe that was about one person high.

The lieutenant colonel lit a torch with fireworks and walked in first.

Major Moritz saw Winters holding the hilt nervously, and comforted Winters softly, "It's okay, Qianmin Street is actually not dangerous, there are still many bargains to buy. Relax, your walking posture is obvious at first glance."

After saying that, Major Moritz was the second one to walk in.

Winters moved his shoulders and entered the drainage pipe at a natural pace.

This drainage pipe is about two meters wide and has a masonry structure. Most of the width is left to the waterway. The water looks dark under the light of the torch, and it is impossible to see how deep it is.

A path that can accommodate one person on the edge of the pipeline was built, which was originally supposed to be left for the dredging workers to walk.

The three of them walked silently, turning left and right, not knowing how long they had walked. But when Winters counted past the twelve forks, he began to vaguely hear footsteps, and there seemed to be a little ignition in front of him.

Walking further, Lieutenant Colonel Field suddenly led Winters to the right and into a secret passage on the pipe wall. After walking dozens of steps, his eyes suddenly became clear.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! It is not the drainage pipe that needs to be arched, but the tunnel that is almost two and a half meters high, winding with no end. There are still many people inside, which looks a bit lively.

Some people who used masks and cloaks to cover their identities like Winters, set up small tables at intervals of one or two meters, lit oil lamps, and seemed to be selling things here.

Most of the things on their tables were Winters, and some people had a few small wooden signs on the tables.

Other people wearing masks stopped at the small table from time to time and communicated with the sellers with gestures. They didn't know how to calculate the transaction or whether it was a transaction.

This underground cave gave Winters a strange feeling. Some of the spaces seemed to be dug recently. The rugged walls were still wet soil, and the crooked wooden pillars were supported by several wooden boards.

But some parts implicitly tell Winters the long history here: the scattered old bricks on the ground, the stone vault structure, and the vague colors on some plaster walls.

Lieutenant Colonel Field looked straight ahead along the tunnel. Winters followed behind and accidentally kicked a white stone stained with soil. The stone rolled a few times, revealing three holes.

Only then did Winters know where this place was. The white stone was not a stone, but a skull.

This underground space used by merchants on Qianmin Street as a market should have been a tomb. Winters couldn't see what age it was, but it should not be the ancient empire, nor in recent hundreds of years.

The ancients would not have built the tomb chamber next to their own drainage system, and the tomb chambers in recent hundreds of years would not have been so deep. Several layers of ruins have been pressed under the Hailan City, and no one can tell how many destruction and reconstruction have been experienced.

Perhaps someone accidentally discovered this tomb. After taking all the burial objects, he used this tomb chamber and used it as a commercial street.

The original tomb space was gradually insufficient to use, so the people from Qianmin Street continued to excavate on the walls. Therefore, part of the walls was plaster, while the other part was mud.

Winters couldn't help but "admiration" the desperate spirit of these rats on the street, and they dared to engage in illegal construction in such underground buildings that may have been around for a thousand years.

The walls of this tomb chamber support the vault and knock the walls, so they don’t have to worry that the soil on their heads will collapse in the next second.

Winters was thinking in his mind, but he didn't stop and followed Lieutenant Colonel Field tightly.

Major Moritz was attracted by the things placed on a table. He stopped and communicated with Qianmin Street vendors who set up stalls with gestures.

Field walked a while and turned around and found Moritz bargaining with others.

He was so angry that he strode back and kicked the major hard in the ass.

The major was unmoved, as if the kicked butt did not grow on him, and continued to communicate slowly with gestures.

After the two made a deal, the major took out a few gold coins, while the Qianmin Street vendor took out several paper bags from under the table.

He handed in one hand the money and delivered the goods. The major opened the paper bag and checked it. After confirming it, he nodded at the vendor and put the paper bag in his arms.

Although Winters couldn't see his expression because Field was wearing a mask, Winters could also imagine the lieutenant colonel's face with his knees.

Major Moritz shrugged as if he was fine, as if he was saying: What's wrong? I'm just this kind of virtue, do you know?

Lieutenant Colonel Field sighed helplessly and continued to lead the way forward.

The three left the underground market from another secret door.

Leaving this underground market from the secret door and moving deeper, there was another underground market. However, compared to the previous one, there were much fewer people here.

Leaving the second underground market and moving forward, the ground began to become flat and dry. The passage seemed to have become a carefully repaired corridor, and the walls would occasionally have holes that could accommodate a person through.

Winters looked into the hole curiously, and it was either covered with black veil or covered by wooden doors, and he didn't know where to go.

Lieutenant Colonel Field stopped in front of a hole, nodded at Major Moritz, then pushed open the wooden door and walked in.

Winters originally thought that the inside should be the destination, but he didn't expect that it was still authentic.

This authentic structure has lost Winters' sense of direction. God knows how Field recognized the way.

After walking along this tunnel for about dozens of meters, you can see flashing lights at the corner ahead.

Turning around here, a burly and strong man with a page hammer sat on a wooden barrel, blocking the three of them like a wall.

The man's muscles at the base of his neck are bulging, his shoulders are wide and thick, and his limbs are thick, making him look like a human-shaped bear.

A sinister voice came from behind Winters: "You noticed you as soon as you came in, and you still kept your head in. Don't want to live?"

There were at some point in the narrow tunnel behind him, seven or eight masked thugs, holding short knives and wooden sticks with iron nails, looking at Winters and the other two with malicious intentions.

Behind the human-shaped bear, several secret doors were pushed open, and four or five more thugs emerged.

Field, Moritz and Winters also drew their weapons. Winters thought for a moment and there were about fourteen people in front and behind.

The number of our own team is at an absolute disadvantage, but the other party may not be able to use it in a narrow space.

The hardest thing to solve was that strong man. He handed the blunt weapon like a page hammer into his hands and was useless to wear a full set of plate armor.
To be continued...