1120: Chapter 297: Coerced Confession 1120: Chapter 297: Coerced Confession When the setting sun stained the evening sky blood-red, the Cambridge Mixed Brigade, escorting the last supply convoy, finally arrived at Yale Oasis.
This mixed brigade was composed of the Hauss Tribe archers and the Ostrite Tribe ostrich light cavalry, totaling one thousand and two hundred n, with the brigade commander being General Boban.
Upon entering Yale Oasis, what caught the eye of this Ostrich General first were dozens of enormous snail shells and pit-like burrows in the sandy ground, and about twenty half-dead Dwarfs with sand-yellow pupils were hanging from the nearby date palms, suffering through cruel torture.
To the east of the oasis, the Beacons were bustling about, cheerfully decorating with bright lamps and colorful banners.
“Greetings, your majesty Richard,” the Ostrich Brigade Commander General Boban called out as he made his mount crouch down, and politely gave a military salute to Liu under the shade of the trees, “Apologies, your majesty, I cannot give a full salute with my battle armor.”
“Don’t ntion it, we’re all family here,” Liu chuckled badly as he lay on a bamboo chair—The Birdn had always been Sy’s hereditary vassals, and if he and Gortani indeed beca an item, everyone would definitely beco one big family.
“Your majesty, are those the enemy soldiers who ca to raid our supply base?” General Boban glanced at the Desert Dwarfs hanging in the trees without catching the implicit ssage in Shaman of Divine Songs’ words.
“Yes, indeed, four hundred Desert Dwarfs ca, and I had twenty-seven warriors who didn’t even have ti to don their armor before entering the battlefield, seriously wounded!
These twenty-sothing stubborn individuals are the only ones I captured alive—truly diehard fighters!” Liu said bitterly.
As he spoke, O’Neal, bare-chested and showing off his muscles, picked up a hot branding iron from the furnace and pressed it against a Desert Dwarf’s groin with a sizzling sound, making the pitiful screams resound as the nearby General Boban imdiately frowned and hurriedly covered his mouth with his glove.
“Will you talk or not?” O’Fat lifted the Dwarf’s chin with the still glowing-hot branding iron and asked fiercely.
“Pah!” The tortured Desert Dwarf weakly spat out a mouthful of saliva.
“Damn it!” O’Fat got angry, took a blazing hot poker from the furnace, and plunged it into the small belly of the Dwarf, who scread and twisted his body in agony like a shrimp thrown into boiling water, shaking the nearby date palms violently.
General Boban almost vomited on the spot and quickly bid farewell to the Shaman of Divine Songs, taking the supplies and soldiers and slipping away without looking back.
“General Boban, rember to change into your dress uniform for tonight!
I’m getting married tonight!” Liu shouted after the retreating figure of the Ostrich Brigade Commander, tilting back his head.
He moved so violently that he almost reopened his healing wound, causing a sharp pain that made him grimace.
“Darn it, can’t get anything out of them!” O’Fat dropped the poker in frustration, shrugged helplessly at Liu, “Boss, that makes three gone, don’t bla , these guys’ lips are just so damn tight!”
“There’s always a good number of tough guys every year, but this year, there are particularly many!” Liu sighed.
“I say, just chop them down and be done with it,” Rodman, sharpening his dense beard with a sharp long knife, muttered, “Why bother keeping them?
Military secrets?
Please, a couple of fights and it’ll all co out.”
“They’d rather we execute them right now!” Liu looked at the Desert Dwarfs and seethed inwardly—these Dwarf devils indeed were competent, managing to destroy the entire oasis’s water source in one fell swoop.
Liu had already triple-checked; the concentration of arsenic in the lake water was too high, the bitter almond sll was noticeable even from a distance, and now the lake surface was covered with a dense layer of dead fish.
Fortunately, Liu had brought the Vajra Magic Teleportation Array with him; even if the water supply was cut, it was no big deal—the Sanggan River had plenty of lt-water springs from snow-capped mountains.
“Boss, we Dwarfs are all stubborn, you can’t expect to get answers this way,” the quiet King of the Hill Buckley eventually summoned the courage to step forward and bent down to whisper to Liu, “I think you should exploit the weaknesses of the Dwarfs.”
“Oh?” Liu sat up straight, blinked a few tis, and chuckled, “How could I forget about you and Bartel!
You two are the real McCoy when it cos to Dwarfs.
So, go on and tell , what are the Dwarfs’ weaknesses?”
King of the Hill took a deep breath, trying to steady his breathing that was like a bellows, leaned close to his boss’s ear, and whispered for a while, a look of sudden realization gradually appearing on Liu’s face.
“Everyone, co here!” After hearing the King of the Hill’s account, Liu imdiately waved at a group of erald warriors around him, gesturing everyone to gather close.
The Desert Dwarfs tied to the date palms watched with trepidation as the group of Western barbarians huddled together nearby—clearly discussing sothing ominous, as three comrades had already been tortured to death by different thods.
The sa tragic fate would inevitably befall them sooner or later.
Thinking about this, the Desert Dwarfs could not help but feel a wistful sadness; although their nature was to be fearless in the face of death, when death seed imminent, the longing for life was sothing no sentient being could fully conceal.
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