As night falls, the garrison camp in Jushi Town lights up with bonfires.

The defense of Boulder Town was successful, but Art suffered the most tragic defeat since he walked out of the valley alone two years ago.

The No. 1 Squadron of Soldiers who stayed at the Jushi Town camp was almost destroyed. Squadron leader Bass had a bloody hole in his head with a heavy hammer. Although he was still breathing weakly, his death was almost a foregone conclusion. Two of the squadron's

One of the carriage soldiers was killed and one was injured; two of the first team were killed and two were seriously injured; three of the second team were killed and one was seriously injured. The head of team leader Credo was chopped off by the bandit soldiers.

The patrol stationed at the Jushi Town camp was almost destroyed. Three of the seven patrol soldiers were killed in the battle and one was seriously injured. One of them was executed on the spot for disrupting the morale of the troops when they were about to surrender. The only ones who could stand up in the entire patrol were Captain Obote and

A wounded soldier.

More than half of the newly formed gongnu team suffered casualties. Two crossbowmen were killed, an archer was seriously injured, and team leader Jason fell and injured his right leg.

One person in the baggage train was killed in the battle, and the baggage officer Spencer was hit in the shoulder by an arrow from a bandit soldier and fainted from the severe pain.

Odo, the adjutant of the legion, suffered four wounds, and the little finger of his right hand holding the ax was cut off from the root.

Angus, the adjutant of the legion, was hit by three arrows. Fortunately, his armor was better and the arrows did not penetrate deeply into his flesh. His life was safe.

Captain Ron of the Sentinels was hit with a heavy hammer on the shoulder, stabbed on both thighs by short spears, and slashed twice on the chest. Fortunately, the iron-lined leather armor he wore was equipped with iron shoulder pads, so he was not injured.

The shoulder bone was broken; the sentinel cavalry Red and Felix's entourage were wounded; although Lusignan had survived many battles and was not seriously injured, the small half of his ear that was cut off by a sharp blade would never grow back.

Already......

The saddest statistic...

Art, who was sitting in the tent, did not wipe off the blood on his hands while bandaging the wounds of the injured officers. He looked at Kazak, who was organizing the suppression of the remaining bandits, with blood-red eyes: "Kazak, is the suppression over? Is it?

A remnant bandit who slipped through the net?"

Kazak looked at Art, whose eyes were bloodshot, and realized for the first time that his own master's face could be so ferocious, "Sir, it's over, but a dozen bandits have escaped, and there is a leader among them."

Kazak's voice was so low that he almost couldn't hear it.

Art suddenly stood up, furious, and asked: "What did you do? You missed more than a dozen remnant bandits? You even escaped with a f*cking bandit leader!"

Kazak stood straight in front of Art, lowering his head and not daring to move.

Art glared at Kazak for a while, then realized that he was too harsh on this subordinate who was also injured in the reinforcement battle. He calmed down a little, sat down and asked coldly: "Have you finished the prisoner screening and interrogation?

"

Kazak also noticed that Art's tone was slightly slower, and he took a breath and replied: "The interrogation and screening of the bandits have been completed. Among the more than fifty captured bandits, there are 12 ruthless bandits, including four big and small bosses."

"Have you found the bandit leader?"

"I found it. I guess you know this bastard."

Art raised his head and said in surprise: "I know him?"

Kazak moved and replied: "Do you still remember the desperate chase in the birch forest south of Lane Manor?"

Art stood up and said, "Did you read that correctly? Are you sure he is the gangster who has been chasing us all afternoon?"

"Sir, I can confirm that those crazy and cold eyes that I still remember are that bastard."

"Tmd, it turns out to be that bastard. Come on, take me to see." Art wiped the blood on his armor skirt, then picked up the knight's sword leaning on the wooden bench and followed Kazak out.

Got the camp tent.

Outside the camp, dozens of remnant bandits, their hands and feet tied with hemp ropes, huddled together in the open space of the camp, surrounded by a circle of murderous black-robed soldiers holding sharp blades.

Art walked up to a guy who was lying on the ground with his hamstrings tied and his hands tied. He kicked the guy over and took a piece of burning firewood handed over by Kazak and looked at it close to his head.

He was defeated and captured, but his eyes were still boiling with evil energy.

The bandit leader on the ground stared at Art with his eyes fixed on him, his nose twitching, and the corners of his bloody mouth rising with terrifying murderous intent.

Art remembered the afternoon when he was chased. The deadly evil spirit following Art and his friends had such a ferocious appearance on the ground.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again. Do you still remember me?" Art's tone was cold.

The guy on the ground gouged out Art, his eyes were suddenly stunned for a moment, and then he had a strong murderous intention, "It's you! I couldn't kill you, a weakling who just wanted to escape, but I didn't expect that I would fall into your hands today.

Bastard, give me a sword!"

"You're still so arrogant after falling into my hands! Why did you lead the bandits to attack my camp? Are you being instigated by someone else?"

"Today I didn't lead my brothers to destroy you black-robed dogs. Should I wait for you to come and destroy me tomorrow? You bastard, you have the ability to compete with me alone!"

All the anger in Art's heart arose, and without saying a word, he took out the bishou from his waist and stabbed the bandit leader Yanren on the ground.

"Ah~ah! Ah~~~" The bandit leader was so painful that he kept rolling and twitching on the ground.

"Bastard! I want to use your head to pay tribute to the spirit of my brother who died in the battle!" After saying that, Art threw away the bishou and held the sword with both hands. He swung it high and slashed at the head of the bandit leader, cutting off half of his neck with one sword.

, then he raised his hand and struck a sword again, and the bandit leader’s head rolled to the ground~

"Ah~!" When the other captured bandits saw that Art had a disagreement, he raised his sword and chopped off the head of the bandit leader. They were so frightened that they all retreated and crowded together.

Kazak didn't expect that Art would cut off the head of the bandit leader after a few words, but he knew that Art was full of anger and didn't dare to say another word...

Kazak caught up with Art, who was returning to camp with his sword, and asked: "Sir, what should we do with these prisoners?"

Art paused for a moment, turned around and glanced at the trembling bandits, and said lightly: "Pry out all useful information from their mouths. You don't need me to teach you this?"

Kazak nodded quickly.

Before Art could finish his words, he said, "They will all be beheaded early tomorrow morning. No one will be left alive this time." His tone was as nonchalant as telling him what to eat for dinner.

Kazak gasped...

In the only wooden house in the camp in Jushi Town, Bass, who had suffered a serious head injury, was lying quietly on the thatched grass, with his head wrapped in a thick layer of cotton. The blood was no longer flowing, but his complexion had changed from pale to pale.

Turned into gray.

Odo woke up from his exhaustion and stared blankly at Bass lying on the bed.

"Sir, I know Bass can't be saved, but he still has a weak breath. I can't bear to give up on him..." Odo choked and quietly used his right hand wrapped in cotton.

Wiped the corners of his eyes.

Art stood up and patted Odo's shoulder to express comfort, and said: "Felix has rushed back to the castle to bring Thomas and the others over. Don't worry, I will do my best."

"Sir, our losses this time are too heavy."

Art sighed and said in a deep voice: "It's all my fault. The suppression of bandits in the south went so smoothly that I mistakenly underestimated the strength of the bandits. It was me who harmed everyone this time."

"Sir, this is not your fault alone. We didn't expect these bastards to dare to attack us."

"Forget it, let's discuss this later. The most important thing now is to treat the wounded and return them to the army. Don't do this anymore. There are still many things you need to do after the war. Let's go and see the sergeant first.

Chief and Ron."

Art was about to lead Odo out when Touba, who was in charge of waiwei patrol and security from the 3rd Squadron, hurriedly walked in the door.

"Tuba, are the bandits ambushing at the entrance of the valley coming?" Art stepped forward and asked.

"No sir, we caught a little bandit trying to attack the camp in the north," Tubahui reported.

"Do you need to come back and report in person if you catch a little bandit? Cut him off!" Otto said harshly. If it weren't for the usual practice of screening and interrogating prisoners, Otto would have already had the remaining bandits in the camp cut off.

Tuba knew that he had not expressed clearly, so he quickly explained: "Sir, Lord Odo, as soon as we captured the little bastard, a group of bandits appeared in the north, shouting that they wanted to ransom the little bastard."

"Redeeming people? I was about to go after them, but they came to my door. What nonsense are you talking to them? Sir, I will lead the troops to kill those bastards!" After that, Odo will lead his troops to chase and kill them.

of remnant bandits.

Art stopped the angry Odo and asked Tuba: "Why do they want to ransom that little robber?"

"It seems like that little bastard is the son of the leader of the bandits outside..."

"Take your son to be a bandit?" Art's depressed mood was lifted.

"Come on, take me to see you."

At the gate of the village, two soldiers were holding down a half-grown boy who was struggling on the ground. His clothes were torn, his face was bruised, and his mouth and nose were bleeding. It was obvious that he had been beaten by the soldiers just now to vent their anger.

"Let me go, you black-robed dogs! Let me go!" The little bandit on the ground kept yelling and insulting.

The soldier next to him kicked the guy in the stomach. The painful guy grinned and finally stopped yelling.

"Let him go." Art ordered.

The soldier let go of his hand, and the little bandit slowly got up from the ground, and suddenly bumped into Art. Art raised his leg and kicked the overestimated kid to the ground.

Art's kick was too hard, and the guy on the ground curled up into a ball, clutching his stomach.

After a while, Art knelt forward, grabbed the little bandit's hair, lifted his head up, and asked, "You dare to be a bandit at such a young age?"

The little bandit stared at Art like a little wild wolf caught by a hunter, and then spat a mouthful of blood on Art.

"You little bastard, you're looking for death!" The two black-robed soldiers kicked and stomped on the guy on the ground.

After the guy on the ground was beaten to the point of being beaten, Art raised his hand to signal the soldiers to stop.

"Man, tell me, why do you come back now that you've already run away?" Art became somewhat interested in this little bandit.

The guy on the ground was beaten until he was vomiting blood, but he was still very tough, "You black-robed dogs captured our leader. Those bastards and cowards don't dare to come, but I'm not afraid of you."

After hearing this, Art smiled a few times. This little bandit who looked like thirteen or fourteen years old on the ground really had the loyalty of a knight errant.

"Come here, bring his big leader and return it to him."
To be continued...