"Go and see!" He led two soldiers, cautiously approaching the site of the firefight.
No bodies.
Only a few fresh bloodstains, several shell casings, and... an abandoned backpack. Jackson kicked the backpack, and a few crudely printed flyers rolled out, bearing the "Broken Crown" emblem and provocative slogans: "Why do English soldiers fight?" "Your blood fattens the politicians in London!" "Scottish freedom, English liberation!"
And there was a map, marking several nearby paths and the routes commonly used by patrols.
"It's not smugglers..." a soldier's face turned pale, "Is it a propaganda team? Or did they deliberately draw us to fire?"
Jackson felt a chill.
He suddenly looked up towards the direction of the village. The sound of gunfire must have traveled there.
