Chapter 688 Shocking Conspiracy
"Hold him down!"
Ron didn't care at all about this guy who had been frightened to the point of incontinence. With an order, the four guards stepped on the Lombard officer's hands and feet at the same time. Another person picked up the soaked linen cloth and covered the Lombard officer who started to struggle. Then he picked up the pungent-smelling excrement in the barrel and poured it all over the guy's head~ "You bastard, I'll give you a hard mouth!" The guard who poured the excrement did not forget to curse.
When a large amount of excrement poured down, the Lombard officer's head kept shaking from side to side, and his limbs struggled desperately. As a steady stream of excrement poured into his mouth, the Lombard officer began to cough muffled, and his body began to twitch involuntarily.
The soaked excrement water flowed down the guy's neck and all over his body until almost his entire body was submerged.
"Stop!"
Moments before the Lombard officer was about to expire, Ron ordered to stop.
The guard lifted up the linen covering the Lombard officer's head, stepped on his already somewhat bulging belly, and a stream of feces spurted out from his mouth.
vomiting ~
The Lombard officer suddenly felt his stomach churning, and the pungent smell rushed straight to his brain, and he began to vomit non-stop.
After a moment, he slowly opened his burning eyes, and the blurred vision made him think that he was blind for a time. The stench emanating from the whole body permeated the entire dungeon, and even the rats in the holes in the corners couldn't help but poke their heads out to peek at what was going on outside.
The Lombard officer tried to calm his violently beating heart and took deep breaths. It seemed that for a moment just now, he felt that his heartbeat suddenly stopped and his mind went blank. Apart from the feces that kept pouring into his mouth, he couldn't remember where he was, let alone what he was going through.
After getting a chance to breathe, the Lombard officer turned over and vomited out a few more mouthfuls of excrement. Then he took a sharp breath, and his face, which was flushed from the breath a moment ago, regained a little flesh color.
Ron flapped his nose and stepped forward again and asked: "Let me ask you one last time, how many batches of assassination teams like yours was sent by that old guy Witott? Where did they go? What kind of missions did they perform? If I don't get the answer I want, you can only be "loyal" to your master. ” Ron emphasized the word “loyalty”.
"You have to think clearly whether you are willing to die in this dark dungeon and let your family lose their protection and live on the streets. Or tell us frankly and save your own life. I guarantee it with the honor of a knight. As long as you tell me what you want to know, Not only can you survive, but after the war is over, you can still keep your title, which will be enough to live without worries for the rest of your life."
The Lombard officer tried to support his body with his good arm and tried to get up from the ground. After several attempts, he finally collapsed in the pile of excrement on the ground due to exhaustion.
He tried his best to look up at the scarred officer standing in front of him. The arrogance in his eyes a moment ago was gone, and only fear remained in his eyes.
"Come again!" Seeing that this guy was unmoved, Ron ordered his men to push him to the ground again.
"Ah, let me go, my lord, I said, I will say anything -""
Suddenly, the Lombard officer struggled like crazy, trying to escape from the clutches of several people. He knew in his heart that he could no longer bear such torture no matter what.
So this guy fell to his knees on the ground, crying loudly, with tears streaming down his face, and begged Ron to let him go.
Ron was relieved to see that this guy finally gave in. So he ordered his subordinates to help him up and sit on a chair.
"Tell me, how many teams like yours have been sent out by the Milan court?"
The Lombard officer coughed twice and replied hoarsely: "There are three teams like ours in total, and I don't know the specific number. The leaders are the barons of the Milan palace, and the rest are elite soldiers who are good at assassination and poisoning."
The guard standing behind Ron quickly wrote down the information provided by the Lombard officer on paper.
"Except Lavati, where were the other two teams sent?" Ron then asked.
"One went north to Besançon, and the other was sent to Provence."
"What mission?" Ron looked at the Lombard officer nervously, for fear of missing something.
"The team heading to Besançon not only spread the news of Flanders' death and caused the Burgundy court to be in chaos, but also shouldered the task of getting rid of Flanders's two sons and the Marchioness."
"What!"
Ron took a breath when he heard this shocking plot.
If it is true as this guy said, then Flanders' family is already in extreme danger. Once the Lombards really succeed, the Burgundy Kingdom will once again fall into war and disputes.
Ron calmed down and continued to ask: "What mission was sent to the Provence team?"
"Spread the news of Flanders' death and disintegrate the alliance between Provence and Burgundy."
"Can you guarantee in the name of God that everything you say is absolutely true?"
"My lord, this is indeed the task that Duke Witote secretly entrusted to us in the palace that day. There is no lie." The Lombard officer was afraid that Ron would not believe the information he provided.
Listening to what the crying guy in front of him said, Ron also felt that this matter did not seem to be made up.
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Hhiph clang.—.
Hhiph clang.——.
Hime clang at noon, the church bells rang again.
Suddenly remembering the deadline given to him by his master, Ron ordered the guards to take the Lombard spies back to their original cells and imprison them until they were released. Taking the information obtained through interrogation, he went to the headquarters of the Chinese Army Command Camp to meet Art.
Since arriving at the Chinese army command camp in the early morning, Art has been here for half a day.
As according to the original plan, the army will break camp early tomorrow morning and go south to attack Sauronburg. So Art, Odo, Angus and others decided on the next steps for the legion.
Although the main target of this march was Sauronborg, there were still many military forts and towns between the Palace Guards and Sauronborg that were not occupied.
In order to successfully capture Sauronburg, Art issued an urgent order to the Palace Guards in the name of the commander of the army, ordering them to pull out the nails planted halfway before the Welsh Army arrived at Sauronburg, thus clearing the way for the army to attack Sauronburg.
After clearing the obstacles, the Palace Guards camped in a village ten miles away from Solenberg, waiting for the arrival of the Welsh Army to move south together.
At the same time, half of the army defending the city of Lavati and a quarter of the reserve regiment of the Welsh Army were deployed to garrison the military fortress towns and strategically valuable villages and estates on the line of Lavati and Solonborg until the army conquered Solonborg.
As for the defense of the occupied areas, a small number of soldiers from each company will be selected as the core, plus part of the reserve regiment as the main body, and the security team under the jurisdiction of the government as the auxiliary. The trinity is arranged in a hierarchical manner.
The main subjects of this battle southward were the First Division of the Legion of Wales, two companies of the Southern Border Guard Corps, the Second Division of the Legion of Wales (i.e., the young peasant soldiers of Provence), part of the Reserve Regiment of the Legion of Wales, and the Company of David of the Palace Guards, with more than 3,000 combatants.
Including the army laborers, servants and miscellaneous soldiers, the total number is more than 5,000.
In order to increase his momentum, Art asked the bards who collected money to do things and the refugees who traveled around to claim that Art, the commander of the Welsh Army, would lead an army of over ten thousand people to attack Sauronburg.
All lords, squires and merchants who voluntarily surrendered can retain their original territories and wealth after the war.
On the contrary, the nobles, lords, and wealthy households who supported the Lombard army would be liquidated, confiscated, and even exterminated after the war.
After arranging all military affairs, Art had a conversation with Mario, who escorted the Lombard spies to Santia City last night.
Mario first expressed his deep gratitude to Art for his design to capture the Lombard spies, and then handed Art the lists of gold and silver belongings from the two large carriages as a sign of friendship.
Att informed Mario that the Welsh Army was about to go south to conquer Soronborg tomorrow, and euphemistically expressed the hope that Lavati would provide an appropriate amount of food and grass when the army passed by, so as to reduce the logistical supply pressure of the Welsh Army.
Of course, the wealthy Mario agreed immediately.
In addition, Mario’s meeting with Art also brought good news.
Following the agreement reached at the last Rawati Autonomous City-State Conference, the autonomous cities that joined the alliance have begun to secretly recruit troops and form their own city guards. When the time comes, they will respond to Art's call and set off a wave of rebellion against the Lombard court.
Furthermore, in order to support At's army going south, each autonomous city-state also used its own caravans and escorts to provide tens of thousands of pounds of food and grass, goods worth more than 30,000 pounds of gold and silver, and a large number of armor and equipment to the Welsh Army, which were already on their way to Lavati.
To Art, the efficiency of these Lombard autonomous city-state merchants is surprisingly high, and their credibility is also worthy of praise. With this batch of grain, gold, silver, and equipment, the Welsh Army became even more powerful.
Finally, in order to thank Mario for his generosity and help, Art gave all the twenty barrels of Wells beer stored by the legion to Mario.
When Mario left, Art personally sent the group outside the south city gate to show his kindness to the landlord.
Having returned to the central army command camp, it was less than a cup of tea before Ron appeared in front of him excitedly.
“Sir, this is what I dug out from the mouth of the leading Baron Lombard~” Ron took out the piece of paper recording the confession from his waist and handed it to Art, who was sitting on the big leather chair.
At took the note and opened it slowly.
As his eyes moved downward, Art's expression began to become solemn.
Sighing softly, Art looked back and forth twice at the line of information that recorded that the Lombard spies would assassinate the Marchioness and the two princes.
"Is the confession reliable?" Art asked seriously.
"Combining what happened in Lavati and the rumors in Besancon in recent days, it should be reliable~" Ron gave an affirmative answer.
"Secret Order Besancon Hawkeye, you must dig out those bastards at all costs!" Art slammed his fist on the table,
his eyes were filled with anger.
"Yes, sir! I'll do it right away~"