Chapter 21: Captive, Confrontation, and Interrogation
"Centurion, where should we go next?" He quickly ate the remaining bread and boiled horse meat in three mouthfuls. White wiped the corners of his oily mouth and asked in a low voice.
"Go south." The one-armed man said solemnly without raising his head.
"Then, the marching route..." White asked again.
"...Go and bring the prisoner here." The one-armed man was silent for a while before speaking again.
"But, that girl said that the noble boy was her trophy, so I'm afraid she won't hand him over to us easily?" After hearing what the leader said, White couldn't help but look troubled.
"It doesn't matter, she will agree. Go ahead." The one-armed man tightened the hilt of the sword in his palm and said without changing his tone.
"Yes, Centurion." This time White said nothing more, stood up directly, and strode towards an inconspicuous small fire in the southwest corner of the barnyard.
"What are you doing?" When White's footsteps were still ten meters away from the small fire, a black figure suddenly flashed out from the shadow that seemed empty just now, stopped in front of White, and said with
Wang Guoyin asked bluntly.
With the light of the small fire not too bright, White stared at the thin figure hidden in a wide black robe with unusual vigilance, his palms sweating slightly.
"The centurion wants to see the prisoner." White took a deep breath and pointed to the other side of the small fire, where a black figure was tied into a ball and lying on the ground.
"That's mine." The slender figure's tone was cold and full of distrust. At the same time, he turned his body slightly to one side and directly assumed a fighting posture.
"The centurion wants to interrogate that little brat to decide the next course of action." White tried hard to control his right hand and prevent it from touching the dagger at his waist, but there was a strong sense of crisis and fighting atmosphere.
Still urging this young veteran to defend himself.
"My, the spoils of war!" It was still a difficult and rigid reply, and the thin figure did not give an inch.
"Centurion, I want to see the prisoner."
This time, White did not choose to be patient. Instead, he instantly distanced himself from the slender figure with an extremely neat step back. At the same time, he quickly held the crossbow in his hand, cocked the arrow, and aimed directly at the road.
people.
Facing the bows and crossbows, the thin figure seemed completely indifferent. However, a gust of night wind passed by, and he saw two green blades, one long and one short, shining with a cold light between the corners of the slightly raised robe.
The other thieves in the center of the barn seemed to be alerted by the unusual movement here. They all stood up and looked over, but no one dared to stand up and stop them.
"when!"
Just when a ferocious "civil war" seemed inevitable, suddenly an exciting sound of swords "buzzed" came from the other end of the barn.
Immediately, White relaxed the bowstring of the crossbow and lowered the arrowhead; and the thin figure opposite him stopped showing murderous aura after a moment of silence.
"I'll go there too."
For some unknown reason, the thin figure suddenly agreed to White's request to borrow the trophies. However, as the owner of the trophies, she needed to be present at the same time.
"Humph." White hummed lowly and nodded.
Then, the thin figure howled low, summoned an ugly-looking black pony, then grabbed the trophies on the ground and threw them on the horse's back, then followed White towards the one-armed man.
"Tear off the sackcloth from the prisoner's mouth." The one-armed man still held the sword alone, sitting alone on a haystack, as lonely as a dying old man. When he saw the thin figure personally sending the prisoner over, the one-armed man
He nodded slightly in greeting, and then said to White.
"Yes." Under the strict gaze of the thin figure, White pulled off the large piece of linen cloth from the mouth of the trophy that was thrown to the ground again.
Immediately, the trophy kept retching.
"Give him some water." The one-armed man looked at Sir Luo Yanta, who was covered in dirt, with an unclear expression.
"Okay!" White smiled sinisterly, picked up a large glass of hot water and poured it on Jazz's face.
"ah!"
Although the temperature of the hot water is no longer scalding, it can still make people feel a sharp pain, but it is very useful for "refreshing" people.
"Sir, are you awake?" The one-armed man's tone was calm, but it sounded chilling. It completely lacked the gentleness of his previous conversations with the villagers.
"Wake up..." Sir Luo Yanta, who had become a prisoner, gritted his teeth and endured the burning pain on his cheek, trying to answer clearly.
"Very good, as usual, I ask questions and you answer." The one-armed man said directly without any unnecessary nonsense.
"Please...ask." By now, Sir Luo Yanta had no intention of resisting or concealing anything. In addition to the pain on his face, the broken ribs on his chest also reminded him from time to time that facing this one-armed man
As a man, it is best not to remain silent or lie easily, otherwise the consequences will be quite tragic.
"How many roads can we take to Fort Fort from here?" the one-armed man asked loudly, speaking quickly and sharply, like a sword in his hand.
"Two." Luo Yanta didn't even dare to pause, and directly continued the end of the conversation, saying hurriedly.
"Which two?"
"One goes eastward, passes through Shortfoot Meadows, crosses Bangs Ferry, and then reaches Fort Fort; the other goes west, takes County Road and Camelback Trade Road, and goes directly to Fort Fort." Luo Yanta replied again.
"If you were me, which path would you choose?" After a moment of silence, the one-armed man suddenly asked.
"Take the Western Front." Luo Yanta replied without thinking.
"reason?"
"The shortest distance." Luo Yanta was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly replied.
"Humph, the shortest distance? It's the shortest distance to hit the pursuers! County road? Bah, noble brat!" At this time, White, who had been listening silently, snorted coldly, stepped forward and faced Roja
Ta's body was kicked.
"Okay, take him away." After White beat him for nearly a minute, the one-armed man said in a deep voice.
Immediately, White picked up Royata, who was covered in bruises and bruises, and threw him back on the pony's back.
"Thank you." The one-armed man nodded towards the thin figure who stood nearby and said nothing.
The latter didn't make any response, so he took the reins of his mount and returned to the small fire with his trophies.
"Centurion, let's take the eastern front? It's so remote there that it's hard for the 'dogs' of the nobles to find us." After the thin figure had completely disappeared, White sat down next to the leader and asked in a low voice.
"No, take the western route." The one-armed man thought for a long time and finally said.
"But?" White asked.
"Although the distance is the shortest by taking the western route, it is easy to be overtaken and blocked by the nobles' private soldiers." The one-armed man seemed to understand White's doubts very well.
"Then why are we still..." White didn't understand at all.
"But if we take the eastern route, I'm sure that before we get out of the grassland, the nobles' heavy troops will be assembled on the other side of the ferry. At this time, no matter how remote the grassland is and how large the detour space is, we will be trapped to death
Inside, it will eventually perish completely." Although the one-armed man chose the same route as Luo Yanta, his considerations were completely different.
"That's it." White nodded with sincerity, secretly sighing that the centurion's experience and wisdom were definitely not comparable to that of an "ordinary pawn" like himself.
"Okay, there are still a few hours until dawn, you go and rest first, I will keep watch."
Now that he had decided on the next course of action, the one-armed man gently waved his hand, signaling White to help himself.
White nodded without saying much, stood up and left the one-armed man, then climbed to the top of another pile of straw not far away, sat up cross-legged. Then, he took the long crossbow from his back and held it in his arms at the same time.
He took out a piece of animal skin of unknown type, softened the bowstring slightly, and then carefully wiped it on it with gentle and rhythmic movements.
"Eat it."
Next to the small fire in the other corner of the barnyard, Sir Luo Yanta was still tied up and thrown on the cold muddy ground. However, the disgusting linen cloth was no longer stuffed into his mouth, which finally made people feel a lot better.
As if he didn't want his trophy to die so quickly, the thin figure deliberately threw a fist-sized piece of dry dough in front of Luo Yanta's head.
Looking at the food that was so crude that it was almost unpalatable, Luo Yanta hesitated to eat it. However, under the suffocating silent gaze of the thin figure, Sir Luo Yanta, who used to be as proud as a golden peacock, still struggled to twist.
My body was like a maggot eating the tasteless dough bit by bit, and my heart was full of sorrow and anger.
But at least, there is one thing that can make Sir Luo Yanta feel a little relieved. On the western route that he just "recommended" to this group of evil thieves, there is a beautiful manor "Ivy" that is famous throughout the county. Although he doesn't know what the thieves will do.
Which route to choose? Even if there is only half a chance, Luo Yanta must find a way to drag this core manor of the Ensberg family into hell. Only in this way can Sir Luo Yanta calm down his mind a little.
That anger is enough to burn everything.
"Because everything I have suffered is all because of you! Moriarty Ensberg!" Swallowing the rough dough in her mouth, Luo Yanta burst into tears and swore firmly.
After everyone had finished eating and drinking, and the injured had been simply bandaged, the thieves found themselves in the farmhouse one by one, threw their heads up on the earthen beds that were a hundred times more comfortable than the mud, and fell asleep soundly.
Most thieves don't actually like the leader of the one-armed man, but they don't reject it either. Since the original leader of the thieves group was stabbed into a honeycomb by a knight's spear during the breakout battle in Ogg County, then the most powerful one-armed man
The man naturally became the new leader. Even though the new leader who joined halfway looked like a soldier rather than a thief. But at least, under the leadership of the new leader, more than half of the thieves broke through the spears of the Ogg County nobles.
They surrounded the area and rushed into the hinterland of Kent County, and had just caught a noble fat sheep. Therefore, even if the one-armed man once cut a bastard who was trying to rape a woman in two with a sword, most of them
The thief still felt at ease because he had this one-armed man standing behind him who did not look as strong as him. Just like tonight, when everyone can sleep peacefully, the one-armed man will definitely keep vigil for everyone alone.
