Black Iron Crown

The soldiers were cleaning the battlefield. They gathered the dead bodies of their own soldiers and prepared to take them back to their families for burial. Fortunately, the battle did not reach a very high level. Although there were a large number of people, the enemy was extremely lack of metal chopping. Weapons, and there is no such weight as cavalry, so soldiers rarely have physically disabled.

　　 It took several hours to clean the battlefield. After all this was over, the sky was almost dark. From the Clad people, Rainer obtained animal skins worth about eight or nine gold coins.

This looks a lot, piled like a hill, looks very spectacular, but compared to a set of five gold coins, in the interior of the empire, it can even reach a set of ten gold coins. This is still a little witch. See the big witch.

Although animal skins have warmth and slight defensive effects, there is still a big gap compared with iron armor. First, the lords have a small population, and there is no way to mobilize too many soldiers on the battlefield, so the strong knights will play The huge effect can determine the outcome of a battle. Iron armor is very important. In addition, due to insufficient population, it is impossible to mine iron ore in large quantities, resulting in a small amount of iron ore.

　　The number of professionals like blacksmiths is not many and it is difficult to cultivate. The combination of these results in the expensive iron armor. You know, the maintenance cost of a standing army like the Morland family is only five gold coins for a year.

　　 In other words, the price of a full-body chain armor can maintain a standing regular army of eighty people for one year, which includes the maintenance of equipment, the cost of food, and the salary issued to them.

But this is also an unexpected surprise for the soldiers. Counting each of them can get three or four bronzes. This is their salary for nearly a year. Even if it is not a very high salary, after all, they don’t need it. Paying for their own food and drinking, these salaries are their pure income, and now they have a windfall, how can they not be happy.

　　 "Let’s camp on the spot! Let’s stay here for one night today, and tomorrow we will bring back the news of victory!" Rainer said to the soldiers.

Since the Clades did not know when they would come, Reiner ordered the army to carry a large amount of supplies. In this way, they camped and rested in place, and the wounded were properly arranged, but the rest was left to fate. Up.

After all, there are no medical conditions in this era. It is very good to be able to rely on some linen cloth. Reiner also specially asked them to boil and disinfect the linen cloth used in hot water. He can only make the wounded soldiers as much as possible. Survive.

　　 They are all rare veterans, soldiers who have fought with the enemy with real swords and guns, instead of shooting arrows on the wall to kill the enemy.

Even if there are not many soldiers like this in the entire empire, the empire that has been in peace for 20 years has become less warfare under the emperor’s restraint. The elite standing army with hundreds of battles accumulated when the empire was in chaos is already The death of the old, old and dead, or was damaged by the emperor's sweeping campaign against the eastern nomads, and could no longer go to the battlefield.

In Fort Morand, three days ago, Logan coldly looked at the bruised spy in the dungeon of the castle. His eyes were full of bloodthirsty and animalism. There was no half-hearted sympathy, and he looked extremely crazy. fear.

　　 "Say your name, where you come from, who you serve, and why you are here!" His words contain no emotion, and he is always cruel to the enemy.

　　 "Bah! Shit! Sooner or later you will go to hell! I curse you! You pig will never want to deserve any news from me!"

　　 "Very good!" Logan was not only not angry when he heard what he said, but he let out a quack like a night owl: "I like your hard bones, because only such a person can withstand my torture!"

　　 The spy did not speak any more, but stared at Logan in front of him with hatred.

As he said, 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 your nails in a while, and then your nails will be completely and Separation of flesh and blood, I really look forward to your response for a while, because I have never seen anyone who can hold on to more than five fingers!"

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

　　 He was tightly tied to the chair, only two hands were placed flat on the armrest.

"Are you sure you don't intend to say anything?" Logan lightly tapped the wooden thorn on the opponent's face. The tingling made him feel goose bumps and looked at the little wooden thorn in fear. .

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

　　 Logan slowly approached the opponent's thumb. He didn't seem to be eager to give him pain quickly~www.wuxiahere.com~ but preferred this practice of playing with other people's emotions and making them fearful.

The spy’s breathing gradually became rapid as the wood thorn approached. He looked pale and looked quite frightened. It would never be warm in the cold winter dungeon, but a few strands of cold sweat followed him on my face. Down.

In his mind, Logan at this time was almost no different from a devil. He had never heard of such torture. It was simply a devil's method. He thought that he would be sentenced to hanging or a severe beating, beheading or beheading at most. It is a terrible thing to dismember the corpse.

　　 Such a terrifying method reminded him of the terrible stories told by those troubadours, and he was obviously going to be the same person as the victims in those horror stories.

　　 His body trembled sharply, and he was terrified of the coming pain. At this time, the wooden thorn was already in the gap of his nails, and the gavel was ready to go in at any time.

The tingling sensation of 　　 wooden thorns in his nails made him feel broken, and his heart was struggling violently. As a spy, he was not afraid of death, but such horror and painful methods were extremely feared from the depths of his heart.

　　 The psychological pressure of a torture when it is not applied to the body is more terrifying than torture, and Luo Gen knows it well.

　　 Seeing the opponent's eyes widened, his whole body trembled with cold sweat, he knew that only the last step was left, and he raised the gavel in his hand and was about to smash it down.

　　 "No! My lord! Please, my lord! I said! I will tell you everything! Please stop!" The spy finally couldn't bear it, his mental defenses collapsed completely, and he wailed and begged Logan for mercy.

　　 "Great! A wise choice! I am proud of your choice! Then, please answer my next question!"