The infinite journey of knights

Chapter 177

"Yes."

Watched by Yatimu, Sai Luo immediately lowered his head, not daring to say anything.

To be honest, he may not have any small thoughts in his heart.

It's just that facing Yatim in front of him, he didn't dare to reveal the small thoughts in his heart.

Now there is no need for the past.

He sighed inwardly, then moved forward with more enthusiasm, and continued to work.

Time passed slowly.

In the middle of the night, Cotton returned to his residence.

His residence is located within the training camp.

This is not because of anything else, but because he is an outsider, and he was sold into Lima City as a slave. Naturally, he has no home here.

Since they don't have a home, they can only live in the place Yatimu arranged for them.

"team leader."

Along the way, his subordinates looked at Cotton and complained, "The leader is too serious."

"Aren't they just some women, as for doing this to you?"

"We just fought for him for so long, and he treated us like this in the blink of an eye, it's really"

"What is it?"

Cotton looked back at the other party, and said coldly: "You said, what is it?"

The cold eyes instantly silenced the other party, and he seemed a little embarrassed at the moment: "No. I just think it's not fair."

"fair?"

Cotton smiled immediately: "What is fairness?"

"What happened this time today is what we asked for. Please remember this for me."

He looked at the people in front of him, and said lightly, "Do you think the leader is really doing this because of today's incident?"

"wrong."

He sighed: "If it's just about these things today, the leader will be disgusted, but it won't happen."

"What makes the leader angry is that I didn't follow his orders."

"Before setting off, the leader personally called me to explain to me in order to prevent such a thing from happening."

"He specifically ordered that the situation must be controlled and this kind of thing should not be allowed to happen."

"What should have happened happened."

He looked at these subordinates in front of him, and there was a touch of regret in his heart.

He also listened to what Yatimu said at the time, but he left it behind when the matter came to an end.

In the final analysis, he was still too complacent, and with the current temptation, he couldn't resist.

This is his own problem.

However, although problems have arisen, there may not be room to make up for them.

In any case, the credit they have made today is real.

As long as you are willing to change your past with sincerity, you will naturally have a chance in the future.

Of course, the premise is that they are really willing to bow their heads and behave instead of complaining in front of the leader.

"Remember it all for me."

He looked at these subordinates in front of him, and said lightly, "Similar words are not allowed to be mentioned in the future."

"do you know?"

"Yes."

Facing his gaze, the people around looked at each other, and finally nodded slowly: "We know."

"It's good to know."

Cotton nodded, then took a step forward and continued to walk forward.

They quickly returned to their camp, where they prepared to rest.

In the camp, special people came out and began to treat their wounds.

This was also explained by Yatimu.

Proper training and supplies are important in increasing and maintaining combat effectiveness, but corresponding medical treatment is also important.

Sometimes, as long as a certain amount of medical resources are invested, many seriously injured people can become minor injuries, and minor injuries can be recovered directly.

This can greatly reduce casualties, increase the survival rate of soldiers, and thus better maintain combat effectiveness.

So during the initial training, Yatimu gathered a group of people for training to act as doctors and the like.

It doesn't require their medical skills to be so good, it only needs them to know basic disinfection and protection.

With these basic protections, coupled with certain drugs, a considerable number of injuries can be cured.

As for the more complicated ones, it won't work.

But that's enough.

These medical soldiers belong to the scope of logistics.

Some of the members recommended by the family members of the war dead were placed here.

You don't need to go to the battlefield, but you also need to work hard.

Cotton checked his body as usual.

Someone performed basic disinfection and dressing on his wound, and then he turned and left, heading for his room.

Back in his room, he first lay down on the bed to rest.

It was getting late today, but he was lying on the bed, unable to fall asleep no matter what.

What happened before is still circling in his mind.

Man, that's how it is sometimes.

Although he said he didn't care, but if he really didn't care at all, how could it be possible?
Unless it's really not normal.

Cotton was clearly a normal person.

The military style of this era is actually like that, and what happened before is actually quite reasonable in Cotton's view.

After a war, soldiers are allowed to plunder, which is also the unspoken rule of this era.

So in theory, their previous actions are nothing.

It's just that Yadimu just explained it before.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help turning sideways, took a deep breath, and forced himself not to think about it.

He is quite satisfied with everything in front of him.

Although Yatimo seemed a little too indifferent at ordinary times, he treated them well, and all the preparations were quite fair and serious, far from the messy things in other places.

This is rare in Cotton's view.

So even if what happened tonight happened, he didn't want to do anything.

Just in a bad mood.

After lying in silence for a long time, he found that he couldn't fall asleep in the end, so he silently opened his eyes.

He looks forward.

The torches and lanterns outside were still lit, and there was a faint gleam of light shining in the room, forming a faint outline of a figure.

"Who!"

Cotton yelled and immediately became alert: "Who's there?"

The vision in front of him is quite dim, and if it is a normal person, it is estimated that it will not be able to react.

Not so with Cotton.

After all, he is a person who often fights on the battlefield, and he always has a different sensitivity to that special scene than ordinary people.

At this moment, an abnormality was discovered at once.

"Who is there?"

He immediately got up, picked up the weapon at the side, and looked in that direction coldly: "Come out for me!"

Under his gaze, the figure in front gradually appeared.

A figure emerged from there, appearing in front of Cotton.

But to Cotton's surprise, the person who appeared in front of him was not the tough man he had expected, but a woman.

"woman?"

Cotton was a little surprised, but the long knife in his hand did not relax at all, and he did not dare to relax his vigilance: "Who sent you here?"

"Say!"

He raised his arm and pointed the long knife straight at the woman.

"Don't be so impatient, Mr. Cotton."

Looking at Cotton in front of him, a woman's voice came out.

Facing Coton who was holding a long knife and looked extraordinarily tough, she could still laugh: "I want to talk to you, how about it?"

"I have nothing to talk about with a thief-like character like you."

Cotton said in a cold voice, and rushed over directly.

Now that he was sure that the other party was only a woman, he had nothing to hesitate.

No matter what the other party's purpose is, anyway, first win the other party and then talk.

This can never be wrong.

However, before he could take a few steps, a tingling sensation suddenly emerged.

Cotton's body couldn't help but froze, almost dropping the long knife in his hand, and he froze in place.

"Bloodline?"

He looked at the woman in front of him, and immediately reacted, his face was a little horrified.

To be able to achieve this kind of scene, the woman in front of him must be a person of blood.

"Mr. Cotton."

Looking at Cotton in front of her, the woman smiled: "Excuse me, can you talk to me properly now?"

Cotton was silent for a moment, then said, "Who are you?"

"I don't remember ever messing with a big shot."

"Mr. Cotton, you underestimate yourself."

Looking at Cotton in front of her, the woman suddenly smiled: "You broke through the Brotherhood's defenses in one night and killed Dawei. You are already quite famous."

"A lot of people are interested in you."

"Is it?"

Cotton looked at the other party cautiously: "I don't think I'm that important."

"It doesn't matter if you think you have it or not, as long as others think you have it, that's enough."

The woman smiled: "I heard that Mr. Cotton, you are an officer of the Principality of Miro. You must have been a noble once."

"Now I can only be here, and serve as a gang leader's subordinate. Is it really so reconciled?"

"Do you want to consider coming to our place?"

She opened her mouth slowly, and finally stated her purpose: "As long as you are willing to do things for us, we can help you operate, let you return to the Principality of Miro, and even operate a title and territory for you, how about it?"

Title and territory?
As soon as these words came out, Cotton was taken aback for a moment, and even his breathing became heavy.

Title and territory, these two things are the most attractive things to a descendant of a declining noble like him.

And as long as, it seems, as long as you agree to the other party, these things can be obtained with a rub of your hands?
Even knowing that the other party is definitely not a kind person, Cotton was tempted for a moment.

But soon, reason prevailed.

In front of the other party, he deliberately showed a wavering look: "What do you want me to do?"

"It's not too difficult for you."

The woman smiled, and then said, "It's just to pass on the news to us as much as possible."

"As far as I know, you have always stayed by your leader's side, and you think you know your leader's every move very well?"

"Just tell us the news, that's enough."

She smiled and said, "How about it, is it easy?"

"I'll think about it."

Cotton was silent for a moment, and then spoke like this.

"it is good."

The woman didn't force him, she just smiled and said: "There are not many opportunities, Mr. Cotton, you have to seize the opportunity."

"If there were other people who were willing to reveal the news for us before you, then you, Mr. Cotton, would not be so important."

It's not that important, is it going to be killed?

Facing the other party's gaze, Cotton subconsciously flashed this idea.

No matter what he said, Cotton couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief seeing that the other party actually left.

For a person of blood, confronting such an existence face to face is really a test for ordinary people.

Cotton's ability to hold on is already due to his extraordinary psychological quality.

"what should I do now?"

After confirming that the woman had left, he closed the door and hid in the room alone, talking to himself.

The other party made it clear that the visitor was not kind and was heading towards their leader.

The reason why they came to him is probably because he is regarded as a core figure, and he was reprimanded by Yatimu just yesterday, thinking that he would have resentment in his heart, so he came to deliberately win him over.

The other party's conditions are indeed good.

The title plus the territory, if this kind of reward is real, then Cotton might really be tempted.

But unfortunately, this is destined to be something that I don't know if it can be realized.

Cotton knew in his heart that if he really helped the other party deliver the news, then he would be on a thief ship.

It's easy to get on a pirate ship, but not so easy to get off.

Once the message is sent to the other party, it is equivalent to being held by the other party.

The other party can hand over the information he disclosed to Yatimu at any time.

At that time, even if he wanted to get off the boat, he would have no choice but to go all the way to the dark.

And when that time comes, will the other party fulfill their promise?
Cotton found this very unreliable.

But if you don't obey the other party, what should you do?
The other party came directly to his room tonight, apart from coaxing, it was the most direct threat.

That woman could come to Cotton's room today, and kill him tomorrow before Cotton noticed.

Facing a person of blood, ordinary people are too fragile, and there is no way to guarantee their own safety.

Tell the leader about the matter?
Although the leader's strength is strong, it is impossible to bring him with him all the time.

If he told the news, it would be tantamount to offending the other party completely.

For a moment, Cotton was in a tangle.

"To say or not to say?"

He muttered to himself, at this moment the previous drowsiness has been swept away, and the whole person is extraordinarily awake.

"No need."

Aside, another voice came.

Cotton's face suddenly turned pale.

He stared blankly at the corner, and sure enough, he saw a figure from there.

"Leader"

Looking at the figure of Yatimu, he stuttered a little, and he didn't know what to say at the moment.

Yatimu's face was calm, and he was standing there at the moment, watching Cotton quietly.

Under the gaze of Yatimu, Cotton's face became extremely pale.

Out of the corner of his eye he looked to the side, at the windows and the door.

The windows and doors are still the same as before, without any change.

He had closed it with his own hands before, and there was absolutely no mistake.

In other words, Yatimu was already here?
"Boss, what time are you?"

After a while, he managed to calm down, looked at Yatimu in front of him and asked, his face looked a little pale.

Very long ago.

Yatimu glanced at Cotton: "Before I was in Dawei's manor, I felt something was wrong, so I followed."

(End of this chapter)