Black Iron Crown

The soldiers were cleaning the battlefield. They collected the dead bodies of their own soldiers and prepared to take them back to bury their families. Fortunately, the battle did not reach a great level. Although there were a large number of people, the enemy was extremely lacking in metal chopping Weapons, and there is no weight-shocking unit like cavalry, so soldiers rarely have physical disabilities.

It took several hours to clean the battlefield, and when it was all over, it was almost dark, and from the Klades, Leiner got animal skins worth about eight or nine gold coins.

It looks like a lot, piled up like a hill, and it looks very spectacular, but compared to a set of five gold coins, or even a set of ten gold coins in the interior of the empire, this is still a small witch. Meet the great witch.

Although animal skins have warmth and a slight defensive effect, there is still a big gap compared with iron armor. Firstly, the population of each lord is not large, and too many soldiers cannot be mobilized on the battlefield, so knights with strong defenses will play The huge role can determine the outcome of a battle, and iron armor is very important. In addition, due to insufficient population, it is impossible to mine a large amount of iron ore, resulting in a small amount of iron ore.

Professionals such as blacksmiths are not many in number and difficult to train. All of these together lead to the expensive armor. You must know that the annual maintenance cost of a standing army like the Merland family is only five gold coins.

In other words, the price of a full-body chain armor can maintain a standing regular army of 80 people for a year, which includes equipment maintenance, food expenses, and their salaries.

But this is also a pleasant surprise for the soldiers. Calculated, each of them can get three or four copper coins, which is their salary for nearly a year. Even if it is not a very high salary, after all, they do not need To afford their own food and drink, these salaries are their pure income, and now they have a windfall, how can they not be happy.

"Camp in place! Let's stay here for one night today, and we'll bring back the news of victory tomorrow!" Leiner said to the soldiers.

Since the Klades didn't know when they would come, Leiner ordered the army to bring a large amount of supplies. In this way, they camped and rested in place, and the wounded soldiers were properly settled, but the rest could only be left to fate. up.

After all, in this era, there are no medical conditions at all. It would be great to have some linen cloths to rely on. Leiner also specially asked them to boil the linen cloths for dressings in hot water for disinfection. He could only let these wounded soldiers survive.

They are all rare veterans, soldiers who have fought the enemy with real knives and guns, rather than shooting arrows on the city wall to kill the enemy.

Even if there are not many such soldiers in the entire empire, the 20-year-old empire has become very rare in wars under the emperor's restraint. The old died of old age, or they were damaged by the emperor's Eastern Expedition against the nomadic peoples in the East, and they could no longer go to the battlefield.

And in Fort Morland, three days ago, Logan looked coldly at the bruised spy in front of him in the dungeon of the castle, his eyes were full of bloodthirsty and bestiality, without any compassion, he looked extremely crazy fear.

"Tell your name, where you come from, who you serve, and why you are here!" There was no emotion in his words, and he was always very cruel to the enemy.

"Bah! Shit! You're going to hell sooner or later! I curse you! You swine will never get any news from me!"

"Very good!" Not only did Logan not get angry after hearing his words, but he let out a chuckle like a night owl: "I just like your tough bones, because only such people can withstand my torture!"

The spy said no more,

Instead, he stared at Logan in front of him with hatred.

As he said that, Logan took out a few wooden thorns from a small backpack, gestured up and down and said to the other party: "You know? This thing will be inserted into the crevice of your nails in a while, and then your nails will be completely fused together." Separation of flesh and blood, I really look forward to your reaction in a while, because I have never seen anyone who can stick to more than five fingers!"

Logan stared at the spy with a strange smile on his face, and then said to the two jailers next to him: "Take him to the chair! There will be a wonderful performance in front of you!"

He was tightly bound to the chair, with only two hands placed flat on the armrests.

"Are you sure you don't plan to say anything?" Logan lightly tapped the wooden thorn on the opponent's face. The sting made his skin crawl all over, and he looked at the little wooden thorn in fear. .

Looking at the other party's appearance, Logan said approvingly: "Very good, very good Your Excellency, you are a qualified spy! I admire you very much, but I have to do this, please forgive me!"

Logan slowly brought the wooden thorn close to the opponent's thumb. He didn't seem to be eager to give him pain quickly, but preferred this method of playing with other people's emotions to make the other party fear.

The spy's breathing gradually became short as the wooden thorn approached. His pale face looked quite frightened. He would never be warm in this cold dungeon in winter, but a few wisps of cold sweat ran down his face towards me. down.

In his heart, Logan at this time is no different from a devil. He has never heard of such torture, which is simply the method of the devil. He thought that at most he would be sentenced to hang or be beaten, beheaded or It is already a terrible thing to dismember the corpse.

Such a terrifying method reminded him of the scary stories told by those troubadours, and he was obviously about to become the same person as the victims in those scary stories.

His body trembled violently, and he was terrified of the coming pain. At this time, the wooden thorn was already between his nails, and the mallet was ready to chisel the wooden thorn in at any time.

The tingling sensation of the wood thorn in his nails made him collapse, and he was struggling violently in his heart. As a spy, he was not afraid of death, but he was extremely afraid of such a terrifying and painful method from the bottom of his heart.

The psychological pressure produced by a torture when it is not applied to the body is more terrible than the torture, and Logan knows it well.

Seeing the opponent's eyes widen, his whole body trembling and sweating, he knew that he was only one step away, so he raised the gavel in his hand and was about to smash it down.

"No! My lord! Please, my lord! Let me tell you! I'll tell you everything! Please stop!" The spy finally couldn't take it anymore, his mental defense completely collapsed, and he begged Logan for mercy.

"Great! Wise choice! I'm proud of your choice! Then, please answer my next question!"