I was a lord farming, how did I become an emperor?

Chapter 91 Commander's Edge

The guards' planned interrogation method was simple.

I found a stone, one that was slightly sharp.

They planned to use this stone to smash Chris's fingers off one by one until he was willing to talk.

Rhodes had countless ways to torment people in his mind.

—In my previous life, novels and films contained a lot of content about torture.

But Rod didn't participate; he just waited quietly.

The guard quickly found the stone and swiftly pressed down on Chris's hand.

Rod waved his hand to signal them to stop, staring at Chris and asking, "Tell me, otherwise all the suffering will have been for nothing if you tell me when you can't bear it anymore."

Chris kept his head down and didn't say anything, his facial muscles tense.

I understand your choice.

Rhodes waved his hand, signaling the guards to make their move, and then turned around.

By the campfire, Rod began to roast meat, taking out his dry rations and grilling them over the fire, thinking that eating cold food for a late-night snack wasn't good for his stomach.

Frost and Thunder didn't care; Rhode threw them some raw jerky, which they swallowed in one gulp.

It is worth mentioning that wyverns are omnivorous.

Their powerful digestive systems sometimes allow them to swallow even soil to satisfy their hunger.

Human flesh is also part of their diet.

But Rhodes has ordered Frost and Thunder to refrain from consuming human flesh.

Otherwise, if Frost and Thunder were to interrogate Chris, Chris wouldn't last even three seconds.

Chris was quite persistent; he didn't cry out when the guard struck him for the first time, only letting out a muffled groan.

The stone is dull enough that it's impossible to succeed on the first try.

The overwhelming pain that followed finally made him cry out.

Rod thought Chris would hold back on his right hand, since that was the hand that held the sword.

When Rod came to his senses, he realized that Chris hadn't finished smashing the second finger yet.

“I say!”

Chris roared, his face deathly pale, "What do you want to know, sir? I'll tell you everything!"

Rhodes snapped out of his daze, waved his hand, and signaled the guards to leave.
"Without pride, why endure such suffering?"

Rhodes never understood why people would only confess after enduring torture.

Rhodes didn't have time to investigate the matter; he simply watched Chris quietly, awaiting his report.

“I send someone to deliver the message to the outpost behind White Rock Canyon every seven to nine days.”

Chris gripped the back of his seat, his voice trembling, and said, "There are carrier pigeons at the outpost that will send messages back to Eagle Castle."

Who is your messenger?

Rhodes pressed on with the question.

"There are no fixed messengers; the people at the outposts only know the code words."

Chris shook his head slightly and answered honestly, beads of sweat constantly sliding down his forehead.

"Very well, then tell me the secret code."

Chris hesitated for a moment, a struggle flashing in his eyes.

Rhodes frowned slightly. "Don't push me, Chris."

Chris sighed slightly, but finally replied, "The secret code for the message is, 'Black wings will soar in the sky,' and every letter must end with this sentence."

"I hope you didn't lie to me."

Rhodes's eyes were icy. "Otherwise, I will lose a messenger soldier, and you will lose all your limbs forever."

"Please rest assured, I will not lie to you, my hand..."

Chris looked pained and said in a weak voice, "Could you please have someone bandage my finger?"

Although he doesn't need to hold the sword with his left hand, Chris still wants to save his fingers.

Rod waved his hand: "Help him get treatment, and ask Luna for some hemostatic medicine."

"Yes, my lord." The guards quickly took out linen and began to bandage Chris's wounds, but their movements were not very gentle.

When was the last time you replied to a letter?

Rhodes pressed on with more questions.

Two days ago?

Chris gritted his teeth in pain, but still managed to answer, "I reported the location at the time and told the Earl that he was looking for the town."

Rod remained silent, lost in thought.

There are at least five days until the next reply, so there's no rush.

With the autumn harvest season fast approaching, Rhodes only wanted to collect the grain peacefully before dealing with Earl Falcon.

Rhodes' plan was to use Chris as a messenger to stall them until after the autumn harvest, when he could slowly settle accounts with them.

Rhodes already had a series of plans in mind.

Chris also realized that Rhodes might have some plans, so he didn't want to confess.

But the pain is unbearable, as the fingers are connected to the heart.

More importantly, if Rhodes were to smash his right hand, he would completely lose the chance to wield a sword.

"I won't make things difficult for you, you should get some rest."

Rod realized that Chris was not going to submit to him, so he didn't waste any more words.

The wives and children of these noble confidants who were sent on expeditions would receive special care, which could be considered a form of restraint.

On the other side, Durant quickly finished tallying the enemy's casualties and walked over with a serious expression.

"None of the sixty soldiers escaped."

Durant reported, "In addition, Chris's entourage and deputy have also been captured."

"The enemy suffered thirteen dead, twelve seriously wounded, and nineteen slightly wounded. Others were also wounded, but their injuries were insignificant."

Durant paused, then continued, "However, Luna said that those seriously injured are basically beyond saving."

"Give them a quick death."

Rod said calmly, his voice tinged with weariness.

In this era, rudimentary herbal remedies and crude surgical techniques were utterly ineffective in saving the lives of the seriously injured.

For those people, living only means endless suffering and a slow death.

"Yes, Lord Lord."

Durant responded and immediately prepared to carry out the order.

"Wait a minute, I'll do it myself."

Rod suddenly raised his hand to stop Durant.

He suddenly remembered the next entry for his [Commander's Presence] skill, [Commander's Edge], which required him to personally kill ten bandits.

He was just unsure whether these soldiers from the Earl's family could be considered bandits.

Invading one's own territory, shouldn't that be considered robbery?

Rod thought to himself.

But whether it counts or not, you'll know once you try it.

Durant paused for a moment, then suggested in a low voice, "You don't need to do it yourself, do you?"

"Seeing more bloodshed helps me remember the cruelty of war."

Rhodes casually made up an excuse and personally went to the place where the prisoners were kept, and sent away the seriously wounded prisoners one by one.

[Having personally slain ten bandits in the battle to eliminate them, unlocking the entry: Commander's Edge]

After the tenth prisoner was executed, a system notification appeared before Rhodes' eyes.

Sure enough, intruders are always treated as robbers.

Now that the entry had been unlocked, Rhodes stopped dealing with the dirty work, returned the short sword to Durant, and carefully examined his own entry.

[Commander's Edge (Green): Can be activated actively during war, increasing the base strength of you and the soldiers you command by 20%. This effect ends after the battle.]

(End of this chapter)