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Chapter 618 Confession
After a fierce battle, the ground was in a mess, and the bodies of many soldiers who participated in the battle fell to the ground.There are also many soldiers with wounds on their bodies, howling in pain.

"This arrow is poisonous. If you don't deal with it in time, I'm afraid your whole life will be lost. You have to hold back the pain." The military attendant checked the wound of a soldier and found that the wound on his arm was black and he was bleeding. The foam that comes out is black.

"Please cut it off..." the soldier turned pale and said with all his strength.This decision ruined the possibility of him making contributions all his life.

It is impossible for a soldier with a broken arm to fight on the front line, he can only serve as a handyman or a logistics soldier, and he may not be able to serve in the army from now on, and can only return home to farm.It is also very inconvenient to return home to farm without an arm.

"Don't worry, the military will count the casualties after the war, and your wife and children Gaotang will be taken care of, and you will receive a pension, and you won't be deducted a penny." The doctor comforted the soldier, and then told another The soldier said, "You take a wet cloth to block his mouth, it will hurt very much later, I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on."

"Okay!" The soldier next to him hurriedly fetched a piece of wet cloth.

After a while, there was a scream like a pig being killed, and blood was dripping.

Zhao Guirong walked around the camp and saw that the soldiers were scarred by the attack. As the general, he cannot escape the blame.If it's just the military's investigation, it's nothing. The lives of the soldiers who died in battle and the lives of the wounded soldiers are all a problem.

After repelling the enemy's attack in the dense forest, they chose a flat land near a stream as their camp, and they camped temporarily and dared not advance.If they continue to move forward, Zhao Guirong doesn't know whether the enemy who attacked just now will make a comeback. Now they have suffered heavy losses in an infantry battalion and their morale has also become low. They really cannot stand another defeat.

"Damn it, come here to meet our general!" Two soldiers dragged a captured native captive to see Zhao Guirong.

In the fierce battle just now, not only the Kyushu Army suffered casualties, but the attacking side did not necessarily have fewer casualties than the Kyushu Army. There were also many natives and Zheng family soldiers who were left alone due to injuries and became prisoners of the Kyushu Army.

The native captive was only fifteen or sixteen years old, just a young man with bloodshot faces, as if he had been grazed by bullets.He looked stubborn, even though he was escorted by the soldiers of the Kyushu Army, he still did not bow his head.

"Even the little kids have joined the battle. What kind of hatred does this tribe have against us?" Zhao Guirong couldn't help being surprised. Usually only when the village encounters a disaster of genocide, the old and children will join the battle together.In this way, Zhao Guirong himself couldn't figure it out, and he didn't understand why they wanted all young and strong to deal with his group.Even if the Kyushu Army was an outsider, it didn't do anything too much, let alone he was the first Kyushu Army unit to enter the Gaoping area.

"General, ask him if he knows why they came to attack us?" The soldier who brought the captive threw the young captive to the ground.The war just now caused them to lose many comrades in arms, so they were very dissatisfied with these native soldiers who sneaked up, and it would be fine if they didn't kill the prisoners.

"Which village are you from? Why did you attack us for no reason?" Zhao Guirong was also curious about lying on the gun halfway, and asked the boy.

Next to Zhao Guirong, there is a guide hired by the Kyushu Army who can serve as an interpreter for them to communicate.

The native boy's eyes widened, full of distrust towards Zhao Guirong, and he kept his mouth shut.

"General, why are you being polite to him? After we torture him severely, I'm sure he will explain everything." A soldier drew out a dagger from his waist and gestured towards the native boy.

The native youth seemed to have been stimulated by something, and excitedly yelled at the soldier and Zhao Guirong.

"The brat is scolding us," said the native translator.

"I heard it. Don't torture me at every turn. This will be the place under the administration of the Chief Secretary of Cochin. Sooner or later, they will become the people of the Chief Secretary of Cochin. At least the relationship should not be too tense." Zhao Guirong wanted to get angry at first, but he still endured it. Controlling his anger, he said patiently, "Bring another prisoner here."

After a while, another prisoner was brought over by soldiers of the Kyushu Army.The captive had tattoos and was a middle-aged man.When he saw the captured native boy, there was a trace of nervousness and worry in his eyes.

Zhao Guirong saw everything in his eyes and sensed the panic of the middle-aged captive, as if he had discovered something.

"The general asked me to interrogate him. You can't subdue these barbaric tribes just by being gentle. You have to use force to subdue them." The battalion officer of the [-]st Infantry Battalion saw that his subordinates had suffered heavy losses, and he also felt indirect. Responsibility, I can't help but hate these natives who sneaked up.

"No, I'll interrogate him." Zhao Guirong pulled out the sword at his waist with a squeak with his right hand, his military boots stamped footprints on the muddy ground, and the sharp sword made a slashing motion towards the middle-aged captive. .

The middle-aged prisoner bent his neck, murmured something, and then closed his eyes.

"He said he was not afraid of death, he would kill if he wanted to." The native who was in charge of the translation said to Zhao Guirong.

"Kill if you want? Heh, am I so merciful? You tell him that their village has killed so many of our soldiers. If we don't give us a reasonable explanation, we will go and destroy their entire village." Zhao Guirong said .

The native translators translated Zhao Guirong's words into native dialect, but the middle-aged captive remained indifferent and did not hum.

"Tough enough, I admire that you are a man, but I have a way to make you submit." Zhao Guirong held the long sword in his hand, no longer facing the middle-aged captive, but the young native who walked aside, "If you don't If I tell the information we want to know, I'm afraid I won't be able to control myself, and I'll cut off his flesh..."

This time the middle-aged man couldn't stay calm, he opened his eyes suddenly, and stood in front of the young captive, glaring at Zhao Guirong with his eyes, as if he was about to spew fire.

"It seems that my guess is really good. The relationship between you is very close. It seems that I can know the information I want." Zhao Guirong said.

The middle-aged captive was very unwilling, but under the threat of Zhao Guirong, he still had to confess information about his village to save the lives of the young natives.

"Oh, it turned out that the Zheng family was behind the tricks." After Zhao Guirong knew who the enemy was hiding in the dark, he became less nervous, "Let's set up camp here for now, and attack the village after our reinforcements arrive. "

(End of this chapter)