Pendor Empire In Other Worlds

"Damn it! All meet the enemy!"

The scene before him made Lothar both frightened and angry.

Surprised, of course because of this sudden attack.

But the anger is not to these ragged, attackers who say that the bandits are no more like refugees.

Lothar's anger was the carelessness he shouldn't have.

With the presence of a scout map, it stands to reason that Lothar should have detected the hidden ambush long before the team approached the forest.

However, when I was in Qatar City before, because the city was mixed, hostile targets and friendly and neutral targets were mixed together, so the detection signals were too frequent.

Lothar selectively ignored these signals, but took the initiative to take a look at them from time to time.

In the end, I didn't expect that after such a long time out of the city, he hadn't corrected this bad habit.

For Lothar, this was an unforgivable mistake.

‘When I was doing commissioned tasks, I never disliked the frequent signal.’

‘Sure enough, I’ve been too relaxed recently. ’

…

When Lothar's face was condensed, reflecting on his fault.

His combat command had already passed through the troops interface to all system soldiers.

The attack came very suddenly and ended very quickly, quite anticlimactic.

In fact, there was no decent battle that never happened.

When six Barkley nobles and twelve Fieldsway warriors pulled off the white cloaks used to cover their armor and jumped from the cowl or the back door.

The bandit gang composed of stray savages and refugees broke apart directly and neatly.

After that, the scouts riding on traveling horses used their whips to drive the mob together again.

By the way, Lothar pointed out that the ambush personnel still in the forest were driven out together.

Until all the dust settled, Lothar took Anson out of the carriage like black coal.

"He's M, be honest with me."

Soon, several men who seemed to be the leader of the bandits were kicked and punched by the scouts and knelt down in front of Lothar.

Judging from the roughness of their actions, and the hands firmly holding the hilt of the sword. Obviously, the soldiers guarding the sides of the convoy had the same anger in their hearts as Lothar.

Even stronger than Lothar's anger.

After all, they are the team's guards, professional scouts, and the ones who should find problems in time.

The problem was not discovered until the other party took the initiative to jump out, which was an insult to their identity.

The gazes that other colleagues looked at coldly made them feel ashamed, and even thought of apologizing for their deaths.

Lothar knew the minds of the scouts, but he gave no comfort or punishment.

Of course it is impossible not to punish, and it cannot be said that because he has also made a mistake, he has ignored the guilt of his subordinates.

But the most important thing at the moment is to first understand the reason for the attack.

The punishment of the scouts was delayed for a while without any rush.

"Come from left to right one by one and talk about your name, age, and identity."

Lothar watched these suspected bandit leaders in silence for a long time, and said coldly when they watched them sweating and shaking like chaff.

The few people who finally got the response shook their throats, and the prisoners on both sides of the edge rushed to answer at the same time.

"My name is…"

"small…"

Lothar twitched his mouth, and before he was embarrassed, the two scouts standing behind the boss kicked them to the ground one by one.

"What's the hurry, don't you understand what the adults mean?"

‘I really didn’t understand. ’

Lothar forcibly tensed her stern face, but a complaint floated abruptly in her mind.

"Yes, yes, I know it is wrong, I know it is wrong."

The two bosses who were knocked down repeatedly confessed their mistakes while kneeling again with their hands and feet on the ground.

Then Lothar pointed to the person on his left hand and motioned for him to answer.

The person pointed at first pointed at himself as if confirming, and hurriedly replied before the scout moved his hand.

"My name is Punk Fosemi, and I am 23 years old. Megino Village, the leader of Lord Aitnor Knight."

Lothar had just raised his eyebrows, and the scout who had walked up to this person before gave another resounding slap in the face.

"Also, what did you do before, what status in your gang, what else..."

"Okay, let him just say it."

Lothar was not watching coldly this time, and directly interrupted the scout's violent behavior.

It is not a commendable act to keep venting one's anger to someone who has no ability to resist.

"Yes, Lord Lothar."

The scout, who realized that Lothar was dissatisfied with his actions, stepped back quickly with a look of shame.

Soon, the first round of self-narration by these bosses was over.

It turned out that their original identities were ordinary civilians who had fled their homes in previous wars.

It's just that in the past, those territories with high demand for foreign labor have raised a lot of barriers to entry after the war. Ordinary farmers who don't have the skills, at least have the recommendations of familiar leaders before they can be accepted.

These guys who have no acquaintances in other territories, but have only heard of the terrible barbarians, can only hide themselves in the valley forest in order to avoid the disaster.

What made Lothar entangled was that in the enquiry that followed, the group of people actually said that they were just participants. After all, among the fugitives in several villages, there is not even a single person in charge.

Whether it is true or not, being ambushed by such a mob is really a thing that makes everyone present faceless.

"Then after the war, why didn't you return to your village at UU Reading www.uukanshu.com, but instead became bandits?"

After exporting the question without a trace of emotion, several prisoners hesitated for a while. He didn't answer carefully until Lothar appointed someone.

"My lord, we have been hiding in the forest before. We only heard the news of the end of the war from a passing merchant more than ten days ago. But I can't believe it, because there will still be traces of barbarians in the forest.

Uh, uh, uh..."

After a few words, he said again, "My lord, we attacked your team only because we were too hungry.

Sir, we really haven't eaten for several days. "

"Hungry? With the forest's properties, can't you still support a few people like you?"

"My lord, there are indeed many things in the forest, but there are not many things to eat.

Since many people died after eating something they didn't know, we dare not try other things. "

This was an answer that Lothar expected.

Expect these guys who can't tell the left and right to live in the small village all their lives, playing in the wilderness to survive?

Death is almost the same.

"My lord, my lord."

The prisoner who replied took two steps on the ground, posing a pitiful appearance, and said with tears.

"My lord, you have to trust us.

We really just wanted to stutter, not thinking about hurting people.

My lord, you do it, bypass us this time. "

"Yeah, sir, we didn't want to hurt others, please let us go."

…

With the leader, the other prisoners quickly cried and begged for mercy.

Unfortunately, Lothar's complexion did not change anything because of their begging for mercy.