Half a mile north of the garrison camp in Boulder Town, a dozen remnants of the bandits did not dare to pursue easily due to the darkness of night. They bravely faced off against the black-robed soldiers patrolling and sentrying outside the area hundreds of steps away.
Yate, escorted by a few people from Tuba, walked out of the camp and came to the place where the two armies faced each other.
A stone's throw away, a middle-aged man holding a torch stared at the nearby Boulder Town camp to observe the movements of the defenders, and then looked back to see if the bandit brothers behind him had abandoned him, looking very anxious.
Hate glanced at Tuba with a questioning look. Tuba shook his head to indicate that there was nothing unusual around him. Then Yat stepped forward and asked loudly: "I heard that you want to redeem someone from me?"
When the middle-aged man heard the question from someone on the opposite side, he quickly took a look and replied with a trembling voice: "Sir, Inspector, I am the one who wants to redeem someone. Please don't kill my son. He is just a co-worker, and he is only half a boy." Big boy. If you can mercifully let our big leader go, I will pay any price to redeem him." Art can hear that the bandit leader opposite is really anxious, and he can't fake this feeling. "Your big leader has gone to hell. As for your little bastard, I haven't killed it yet, but that little bastard is very ferocious. I'm afraid he has a lot of blood on his hands. It's not that easy for you to redeem a bandit who has done many evil things."
The second leader felt relieved when he heard that the big leader had been killed. It was easier to redeem a bandit minion than a bandit leader.
“Sir, my son has been a bandit for a short time, and there is no crime in his hands. We are all poor farmers who were forced to become bandits. As long as you spare my son’s life, I am willing to promise you anything.”
There was no response from the other side for a long time after the middle-aged man finished speaking. After waiting for a while, the middle-aged man quickly continued to beg and beg: "Sir, whether you want money or my life, I am willing. I just ask you to let my son go."
After a long time, a word finally came from the other side, "Are you the leader of this gang of thieves?"
The middle-aged man kneeling on the ground did not understand the question for a moment. He thought for a moment and replied with doubts on his face: "Yes, yes, Sir, I am their second leader."
After answering this strange question, there was a moment of silence on the other side, and then finally an inexplicable word came, "Five days later, you will come here alone with three thousand pfennigs to redeem your son, remember." You have to come alone, otherwise I will kill that little bastard." After hearing this, the middle-aged man quickly replied: "Sir, it won't take five days, I will go back to raise money immediately, and I can send the ransom here tomorrow."
"I said five days, it's five days, and I will kill your little bastard if you come early." Art yelled at the other side without saying more, and went straight back to the camp.
A dozen remnants of the bandits on the north side of the camp stopped to confront each other for a while and finally disappeared into the endless night...
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Until the second half of the night, Art was busy directing his men to treat the soldiers who were seriously injured or slightly injured in the day's battle. Because the baggage soldiers with certain medical skills were also casualties. It was tragic and there were no special herbs or first-aid equipment here. Art could only order people to take out the cotton cloths stored in the camp, boil them in iron pots, boil them thoroughly, and then dry them on the campfire. He used them to clean the wounds of the wounded soldiers who had wounds from stab wounds and arrow wounds, broken arms and legs, and then bandaged them with cotton cloth to stop the bleeding as temporary first aid treatment. Then he tried his best to hang on to their lives while waiting for the two doctors Thomas and Farnaz to arrive for treatment.
"Ron, be patient, this powder is a bit painful." Art removed the cotton cloth on Ron's leg to stop the bleeding, and then applied the herbal powder prepared by the Valley Medical Workshop that he carried with him into Ron's wound.
"Ah~~It really hurts!!!" Ron screamed.
"It's a good thing to know that it hurts. At least your legs can be saved." Art said and glanced at the unconscious soldier lying on the bed in the tent. The knee had been cut off, and the thick cotton cloth was still bleeding.
"Master, can I really save my legs? I won't be a cripple, right?" Ron calmed down and asked Art in a low voice.
"If you were in other places, your legs would probably be useless, but you are lucky, because we have two angels in white."
"Angel? In white?" Ron didn't understand a word.
“I mean we have two very skilled healers, Thomas and Farnaz.”
"Ah~~~~!! It hurts!!!" Art applied a handful of powder to another wound while Ron was not paying attention.
"Okay, have a good rest. Tomorrow you will go back to the wooden fort with Thomas and the others to recuperate the wounded soldiers. You will be able to run like a wild horse in half a month at most..."
Att, with his tired body, patrolled the defense of the camp again and ordered the soldiers repairing the wall to speed up the progress. Then he returned to his military tent and called Kazak, who was responsible for interrogating the bandits and prisoners, to report the interrogation situation.
"...Sir, this is the news I got from the prisoners. I killed two small bosses during the torture. This news should be credible." Kazak rubbed his hands that were red and swollen from venting his anger when he tortured the prisoners.
Several valuable pieces of information were extracted from the prisoners.
One is that the bandits who came to attack the garrison camp today are the most powerful group in the entire Tyniec County. Facing the aggressive black-robed bandit suppressors, the bandit leader Gary did not sit back and wait for death. Instead, he united with two other stronger groups of bandits to take the initiative to attack and defeat the enemy. According to the prisoners' accounts, the bandit leader Gary planned to capture the camp, plunder weapons and supplies, and then attack a remote village near the mountains to the west of Tyniec, and then occupy the land and become king and grow stronger.
The second part explained the location of the bandit's lair, as well as a group of old, weak, women and children left behind in the bandit's lair. However, although they were large in number, there was not much money and materials left in the bandit's lair, because the bandit leader Gary continued to recruit troops and horses to expand his power in order to realize his ambitions. The money and materials looted in the bandit's lair in the past two years had almost been squandered.
The third one is to explain the location and strength of several other large groups of bandits in the county. Some time ago, in order to unite the bandits to attack the black-robed bandit suppressing army, they visited the large and small bandit nests in the county, so they have a very clear understanding of the distribution of bandits.
The last more important news: A few months ago, the fat butler of Lane Manor brought a man claiming to be the Dean family to contact the gang leader Gary. They wanted to secretly pay this group of bandits to raid and rob a southern goods caravan, but the gang leader Gary was unwilling to cooperate with those sanctimonious but cruel gangsters. There were bastards coming and going, so he refused at the time...
At listened to the report and thought for a while, and then ordered Kazak who was waiting aside: "Let's do this for today. You will take a rest after arranging the sentries."
"In addition, I withdraw my order to kill all the prisoners. Tomorrow morning you will lead people to carefully screen the captured bandits, leaving a few who can be used. The rest of the bandit leaders, tough bandits, and bastards who have done evil or killed our brothers will all be picked out. Tomorrow I will use their heads to pay tribute to our lost heroes!" Art's red and swollen eyes were filled with murderous intent due to physical and mental exhaustion...