From pioneer lord to king

Chapter 7 Old Jack

Just when Ryan was worrying about how to go next, an excited voice reached his ears.

Ryan's frowning brows suddenly relaxed, and he rushed over to see that it was the soldiers who rescued the wounded who pulled Alan out of the pile of dead people, and his heart was still beating!

After checking Alan's injury a little, Ryan frowned suddenly. There was a penetrating wound on his chest. Although he didn't hurt his heart, it was not optimistic. If he couldn't be treated in time, he might go to see the Lord of Light at any time.

Fortunately, the ice cone technique not only hurt his body, but also froze the surrounding wounds. Although the wounds were terrifying, they didn't lose a lot of blood, and at least they hung his life.

"Take out the potion we're carrying to heal Knight Allen's wounds. We must rush to Bana City as soon as possible to find a priest for healing." Ryan said in a deep voice.

He admired Alan very much. He is upright, brave, and abides by virtue. He is a true knight. Few people have such a spirit now.

For example, Ryan, he is also a knight, but he has none of the eight virtues of a knight, a standard black-hearted nobleman.

"Order to go down, get ready to leave the camp immediately, and can't stay any longer."

"Lord Ryan?" The officer was a little stunned. It was the middle of the night and the snow was flying heavily, so he couldn't distinguish the way at all. If he acted forcefully, he might get lost in the snow.

"A magician escaped just now. If we don't leave, we will have to stay here forever." He was indeed a little excited when he first killed Viscount Kaiser, but after he came back to his senses, he felt a chill in his heart. .

That was a mid-level nobleman, behind him represented a huge force, striking the land under his feet with all his might, not to mention Ryan, even his immediate superior, Viscount Marton, the supreme commander of this battlefield I can't bear it either.

The officer immediately realized the seriousness of the matter, and immediately ordered the camp to be pulled out.

Amid the wailing, the team marched against the wind and snow for a while, and the officer named Ham found Ryan again, saying that it was really impossible to move on.

It was all supported by Ryan's personal prestige just now, but now, any belief support is useless, and the team will probably mutiny if they don't stop.

Ryan also understood the joints, so he had to order to camp and rest. Fortunately, he walked more leisurely and had wood to make a fire.

A while later, Ryan ordered Allen to be carried into his tent to recuperate, while he inspected the surroundings carefully, and only after finding nothing unusual did he call the officer named Ham to report the loss.

"Lord Ryan, we still have 89 people left. There are only five cavalrymen and two prisoners. Five of them are seriously injured. It is very likely that they will not survive, and more than half of the rest are injured.

We killed a total of 230 people and captured..." Ham moved his shoulder while talking, and this great guy was also injured.

Ryan was a little silent when he heard the words. It seemed that this was a big victory. After all, the battle loss ratio of the two sides was close to one to two, but Ryan knew that half of them were prisoners ordered to be killed by him.

If they had risen up and resisted at that time, they would have no better way than fleeing in embarrassment.

The only consolation is that there are fewer serious wounded on one's own side, because during the battle, few people who were attacked by magicians survived.

"Where are the two captives, bring them here, I'm going to interrogate them!" Ryan had countless questions in his mind that they needed to answer.

Soon, a soldier pressed two captives and came to kneel in front of Ryan. The two became excited the moment they saw Ryan, and kept yelling: "butcher", "executor", "devil"...

Ryan frowned. He didn't know much about interrogation. He didn't know where to start for a while, so he had to look at Ham beside him.

Ham immediately understood, and soon called an old soldier about 40 years old. According to Ham, this veteran named Jack was very good at interrogation and could pry open a mouth as hard as a city wall.

"My lord, may I ask how you want old Jack to interrogate?"

Jack is a strong man with a simple and honest face, he is hunched over, with a flattering smile on his face.

Ryan looked at him with interest and said, "Is Jack right? My request is very simple. Ask them everything they know."

"Yes, old Jack is at your service wholeheartedly, my lord." Jack respectfully stroked his chest in salute, then took a dagger from his waist, and inserted it into the palm of someone with lightning speed.

"Ah—" The shrill scream suddenly rose to the sky.

Ryan's eyelids jumped imperceptibly, which was too rough.

Jack still had a naive smile on his face, like an honest farmer, as if he didn't hear the sound of air-conditioning around him, he said with a smile: "Your barking is too ugly, you will disturb Sir."

As he spoke, his big hand directly covered the man's chin, and with a "click", the man's jaw dislocated.

"Master Jazz wants to know everything you know, and you have seen it, it is already late, in order not to waste everyone's time, I will cut off one of your fingers every minute.

But please rest assured, Old Jack's knife is very sharp and will not cause you too much pain. "

The dagger in Jack's hand gestured lightly, with an unusually serious expression.

The man was speechless, but there was already a hint of fear in his eyes.

"Oh, and you. Only one of you can survive. Whoever talks more will survive. If you don't speak up, it's a pity that I will cut off one of your fingers every minute."

As Jack spoke, he turned his gaze to another prisoner. Jack's perverted appearance had obviously frightened him, and he shook his head and said without much hesitation, "I'll say, I'll say."

Seeing that the man compromised, the other prisoner also panicked, and hurriedly babbled to express that he was willing to speak, for fear that the other party would preempt him.

"Oh, great, a wise choice." Jack spread his hands, but Ryan seemed to see a trace of... Regret on his face?
"Mad, what a pervert." Ryan complained secretly.

Jack moved to reset the man's jaw. He was about to speak first, but was interrupted by Ryan: "Wait a minute, interrogate them separately."

"Jazz is really smart and wise." Jack also understood the meaning, and immediately sent a resounding flattery.

After Ryan secretly explained what he was going to ask, Ham immediately took one away, leaving only the one who compromised first for Ryan to question.

"What's your name, what's your identity, why did Kaiser appear here?" He asked directly three times.

The man was scared out of his wits, and said like a bamboo tube pouring beans: "My name is Matt, and I am the captain of Viscount Kaiser's guards. We are here because the Viscount is looking for a treasure."

"Treasure? What kind of treasure would make him give up on recovering Bana City and come in person, and only with such a small amount of manpower?"

A trace of confusion appeared in Carter's eyes when he heard the words, and he said in a bit of a panic: "I don't know what it is, I only know that it is very important to the Viscount, and besides him, only the two mages and his chief knight know about it.

We originally had a guard force of more than 500 people, but..."

When Carter said this, there was a trace of fear in his eyes...

　The change of status was successful, don't be stingy with the tickets in the hands of the judges, just throw them all in my face~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)