Three days later, when Wallonburg and several important fortresses in the Eastern Territory were still struggling to support themselves, nearly 700 prisoners urgently escorted by lords from various prisons in the Eastern Territory that had not fallen were gathered in an open space outside Bramon City.
Don't think that the lords took the initiative because they were worried about the security of the border. They were just oppressed by the letter issued by Art in the name of the border military officer of the Jonah Palace. Moreover, as long as the lords from various places escorted a "qualified" prisoner to Bramont City, they could receive an escort fee ranging from three to eight pfennigs from the command camp of the Wells Army.
In any case, most of the prisoners who meet the requirements of the military officer will be beheaded. Even if they stay, they dare not sell them out to cause harm to the world. They can only waste food in the prison. Now they can complete the military orders and exchange them for a few copper coins. The lords are clear about this account.
The most direct consequence of being able to exchange prisoners for money is all kinds of impersonation and deception. Originally, there were only five prisoners selected from a certain baron's castle or knight's manor, but by the time the prisoners were sent to Bramont, there were ten.
The reason can be imagined with your toes. It must be that the sheriffs or prison guards who escorted the prisoners mixed sand along the way. Now that there is war on both sides of the east and west, there are definitely homeless beggars and the elderly and the weak who are fleeing. A few words from the sheriff, "Follow me and there will be food" can attract a large number of tails. Some of the more brutal ones rushed forward with long swords and short spears and tied the refugees into the team...
Odo, who was responsible for receiving prisoners from various places, initially asked the officers of his flag squadrons to screen them. Later, when there were so many fakers, it became impossible to screen them. Those sent from various places, as long as they barely met the recruitment requirements of the Welsh Legion, were kept as prisoners, and as long as they completely failed to meet the recruitment requirements of the Welsh Legion, they were returned as fakers. As for whether there were really prisoners among the returned people, they were not concerned.
Whether they were civilians or prisoners, by the time the people from various places were sent to Bramon under the dual motivation of military orders and rewards, the number had already reached 683.
· The really vicious prisoners or the "prisoners" who were deceived and sent to Bramon were all put into the "barracks" that had just been built outside the city.
The barracks are actually an open space surrounded by a wooden fence. There is a row of temporary thatched roof sheds in the open space. In the thatched wooden sheds, there are about a dozen long tables and benches that have just been spliced together and hay spread on the ground.
Soldiers from a standard regiment of the Welsh Legion, wearing armor and holding weapons, stood guard outside the fence surrounding the Muzha camp area.
The temporary camp outside Bramon City can only be described as chaotic. The people stationed or "incarcerated" there are basically prisoners who were urgently escorted from various places. If they could obediently abide by the rules, they would not become guests in the prison.
To such a group of people, the words law and military discipline have no idea what they mean.
Throughout the morning, only a young knight wearing a black robe, a full helmet, a knight's sword on his waist, and a long scar on his face came over and announced orders such as no moving around, no whispering, no fighting, etc. He also repeatedly emphasized that you should wait in place and not move around until he gave the order again. After explaining the rules, the scarred young knight turned and left.
The nearly 700 prisoners in the temporary camp were still confused about their situation at first, and they lay or sat still in place.
Watching the sheriffs and prison guards who sent them to Bramont took their money and left, and then the group of black-robed soldiers who received them just stood still like wooden stakes on the outside.
There are one or two leading scumbags among this group of prisoners who are slowly becoming restless.
At first they just tried to stand up and move their stiff limbs, but there was no response. Then they began to move in a small area and whispered to the prisoner brothers around them, but there was still no response. Slowly, the two men became more and more courageous, and they began to talk to their companions around them, but there was still no response from the black-robed soldiers around them.
It was almost noon, the sun above our heads was at its peak, and the late summer heat had not dissipated. The prisoners who had been staring at the scorching sun all morning were really unbearable.
The timid one still remembered the orders of the young scar-faced knight, and even though he was sweating profusely, he did not dare to act rashly, only occasionally complaining once or twice.
The daring ones couldn't stand it anymore. Under the instigation and leadership of the scumbag prisoners, a dozen guys started walking towards the thatched wooden shed on the inside of the fence.
Walking into the thatched wooden shed, a dozen or so men with fierce faces sat down behind a long table, and then rummaged through a few wooden buckets filled with water and drank to their full stomachs. The heat was dissipated with the water...
Seeing the dozen or so leading scumbags drinking water and enjoying the coolness, there was nothing to do. Risk, the prisoners under the scorching sun in the open space began to waver, and they all focused their envious eyes on the dozen scum who were lying on the hay bunk, chatting and celebrating their freedom. After a while, another seven or eight prisoners or civilians who couldn't bear the scorching sun braved the scorching sun and ran to the wooden shed to join the team for drinking water and cooling off.
Gradually, as the sun became stronger and stronger, more and more people ran into the wooden shed. There were already more than forty courageous "freedom fighters" in the wooden shed.
The difference in treatment between the two groups of people in the wooden shed and in the open space was too huge, so the prisoners who were left standing there became more and more restless...
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Everything that happened in the temporary camp outside the city was watched by the four or five pairs of falcons or gentle eyes on the arrow tower at the head of Bramon City for half a morning.
Tuba, captain of the First Flag of the Second Company of the Wells Legion, who was standing on the arrow tower of the city wall, glanced at the noisy camp outside the city, and asked Ron, who was watching coldly beside him: "Brother Ron, I think it's almost time, should you go and invite the adults over?"
Ron continued to stare at the camp outside the city. "There is no need to invite the master. He and Odo Angus are discussing the defense plan for the eastern border with the military advisor sent by the palace. Your Excellency has ordered me to handle it myself and told us not to be soft-hearted." r/>
"Yes."
"Brother Weitz, your flag team will be on guard in the camp. If anyone else resists or escapes, kill them immediately."
"Yes."
"Brother Klaus, you lead the heavy armored infantry team to stand guard on one side."
Yes."
“Dennis, take the ideological and political officials and the military law enforcement officers to control the people in the open space. It is best not to let Mr. Weitz take action. By the way, let the kitchen start preparing food, and send the food in as soon as we finish our work.”
"No problem, Sir Ron."
These words should have been spoken by Art. At this time, Art was entangled by the advisor sent by Jonah's court to supervise the battle, so Ron could only take command on his behalf. However, everyone knew that Ron's words represented Art's meaning, so they all responded and began to prepare individually.
Afternoon is the hottest time of the day.
The group of "freedom fighters" in the wooden shed in the temporary camp outside Bramon City are enjoying their first free afternoon under the cool wooden shed. Compared to the damp and dark conditions in the prison, it is enough for them to sleep comfortably.
But the group of people in the wooden shed had not yet woken up. More than a hundred black-robed soldiers, armed with short spears and long swords, lined up in two columns and walked slowly towards the camp from the fence gate of the camp.
Two lines of sixty or seventy people each. After entering the camp, they came to the space between the inner wooden shed and the open space. A row of black-robed soldiers stood facing the inner wooden shed, and a row of black-robed soldiers stood facing the open space.
· People in the open space and wooden sheds in the camp stood up one after another, looking at the two rows of black-robed soldiers with strange movements in horror or confusion.
There were a few smarter prisoners in the wooden shed who noticed something unusual and wanted to sneak back into the crowd in the open space, but were stopped by a few white-crested feathered helmet soldiers wandering outside the queue.
On the steps in the outer open space where the scar-faced young knight lectured in the morning, an officer with a kind face and a gentle tone shouted at the top of his voice to the prisoners who were still standing there: "Guys, please sit back quietly and don't move around. The kitchen has prepared enough delicious food for everyone. They will bring it in soon to feed everyone, and there will be a glass of delicious beer for everyone in the dinner. Please obey the military order and don't move around noisily..."
In the wooden shed on the inside, the prisoners who took the lead in getting in to drink water and cool down in the morning were not frightened at all when they saw the black-robed soldiers surrounding them. Instead, they became excited after hearing Denis on the steps outside speaking to the people in the open space.
He climbed up from the hay bed, took out a straw and put it in his mouth, and shouted at a soldier with a white feather helmet: "Hey! Hey! I said why are you talking to those bastards outside, what about us?"
The other guy who led the way into the wooden shed also surrounded the white-feathered helmeted soldiers with a ruffian look on his face, raised his head and asked fiercely: "That bullshit Sheriff said he came to serve as a soldier to fight, but you left me out in the sun all morning, are you treating me like a monkey?"
" Yes, what do you mean by leaving us alone all morning!"
"What do you mean?"
"Call your officer in charge! We want to see the officer?"
A dozen brave prisoners gathered around.
Faced with being surrounded and questioned by a group of prisoners, the white-feathered helmeted soldier remained unmoved at all. The black-robed soldier behind him only held onto his short spear, sword and shield, looking at the noisy prisoners like hens.
Just as the prisoners in the open space gradually became quiet and the prisoners in the wooden shed became more and more excited, the scarred young knight who had lectured everyone in the morning walked over from the gate of the camp with two guards and his sword.
Seeing Ron coming over, several white-feathered helmeted soldiers from the military law team retreated behind the black-robed soldiers and entered the area where the prisoners were in the open space. There were only two rows of black-robed soldiers standing back-to-back in the wooden shed inside.
"Brother Ron, it's okay." Tuba, who was standing on the right, said something to Ron, who was walking over.
Ron looked up and saw the dozen or so prisoners he was about to surround and question. He suddenly pulled out the knight's sword from his waist and jumped towards the prisoner who was walking in the front. The distance between them was only a split second. The knight's sword was pulled out of the scabbard on the lower left and stopped at the upper right.
There is a trace of slightly scratched blood visible on the blade of the knight's sword.
The prisoner who walked towards Ron didn't make any move at all. He just wanted to repeat the question to the young man who looked like a knight officer. However, when he felt a chill and pain in his abdomen, half of his intestines and heart and lungs had been exposed...
The guy next to the leading prisoner turned his head and looked in disbelief. He glanced at the intestines collapsing from his abdomen, and then suddenly screamed, "Killing!!!"
By the time the prisoners in the wooden shed reacted, seven or eight prisoners had fallen to the ground, twitching and howling.
int in a lot of corpses on the ground.
The prisoners in the wooden shed have turned into corpses with horrible deaths, and the prisoners outside the wooden shed have also turned into "corpses" with weak legs and trembling legs. Some civilians simply collapsed in fear. If it were not blocked by a wall in the middle and guarded by soldiers on all sides, hundreds of prisoners would have fled in all directions.
Forty corpses in the wooden shed were dragged out of the camp like dead dogs. A few carriage soldiers collected the stumps, severed limbs, intestines and livers all over the ground in wicker frames and shipped them out. Then a few handymen carrying ashes sprinkled the bloodstains on the ground with ashes to cover up.
After a while, two carriages filled with rye bread and fragrant wheat porridge were pulled into the camp. Five or six kitchen soldiers placed the bread and wheat porridge and several large buckets of cold water on the long wooden table, and then took down from another carriage two to three hundred earthenware plates, wooden bowls, and even wooden wine glasses of different shapes and materials.
Seeing that everything was ready, the officer who had just given a reassuring lecture to the prisoners in the open space stood up on the steps again and said loudly to the prisoners in the open space who were too frightened to move: "Guys, you have been in the sun all morning, now you can go in to rest and eat!"
None of the prisoners in the open space dared to move. They just looked at the wooden shed with wide eyes and horror.
"Guys, you can go in and have a rest and have something to eat~" Dennis' tone softened a little, with a hint of encouragement and relief.
「伙计——」
罗恩走上台阶打断了邓尼斯的话。
Lon Cang drew out the knight's sword from his waist and shouted: "Everyone get up immediately and go to the wooden shed to eat! No robbing and crowding!"
The prisoners in the open space below the stage were stunned for a moment, and then immediately walked towards the wooden shed.
「军法队，让他们排队领取食物。」