"Let the infantry charge forward and kill all the troops inside... No, capture some officers for me. I want to interrogate them. Damn it, I really don't know which bastard taught this army... Fighting with them, I feel like I'm stuck in a quagmire, tied up, feeling like a piece of shit." Seeing victory in hand, Ofer's tone became the same as Bu's, and his tone was full of heroism. Now, he has completely forgotten how embarrassed he was when he retreated from the maze forest just now.
When his soldiers rushed into the camp and sent out a signal that they had occupied the camp, Ofer waved his hand arrogantly and ordered the army to advance towards the camp, and he himself became even more cautious.
"Bring those damned Kastark pigs up to me. I want to see if they are really supernatural. They actually killed and injured nearly two legions of the Empire with such a small number of people... Damn it, why are you still standing there? Where are the people? Don't you have even a prisoner? Didn't I tell you to spare some of them? You..."
Looking at the expressions of his subordinates, the excitement that Over had just risen immediately turned into anger. He thought that the expressions of his subordinates must have become like this because they had no prisoners.
In this situation, if his own troops did not leave a single person alive for interrogation, how could he report to his superiors
I remembered that before I came out, Marshal Sterling had specifically told me to find out what kind of situation this army was in the Flame Legion and even in the Kastark Empire? And how many troops like this there were... If I couldn't even do these things well, how could I report to my old boss at the military headquarters
"Sir, we didn't kill all the people... We didn't kill anyone since we entered this camp, and now they are still tied up there..." an officer answered timidly.
"Then tell me the exact situation, and bring the people to me... Well, who is still tied there... Did they tie themselves up? Did they surrender themselves?" At the end, Ofer's face was full of disbelief.
"Sir, it's like this. After we entered this camp, we found out... we found out that the ones who attacked us were not the 6th Division of the Kastark Empire Flame Corps as we originally thought, but... they were the soldiers from our Empire who came to encircle and suppress them last time... After they were captured, they have been detained here and tied up there by the enemy to be used as a blocking force to stop us..."
"Damn it, don't you even find a single Flame Legion soldier here? Don't you think that bunch of rubbish even have anyone to coerce them, and they just pick up weapons to attack their own comrades? Damn it, take me to see those bastards right now, I... I'm going to teach them a lesson... When I go back... When I go back, I'm going to let the entire empire know what the fate of those who dare to be sentenced to the empire will be... Go, take me there right now..." After listening to the explanations of his subordinates, Ofer almost roared immediately. Thinking back to the scene just now, Ofer was even more furious. Now he almost wanted to see with his own eyes those bastards who dared to be sentenced to the empire, and let the other soldiers know the fate of being sentenced to the empire.
Arriving at the high stone wall surrounding the military camp, Ofer saw the 8,000 captured soldiers of the East Continent Alliance. However, more than half of them were dead or wounded, and only a few soldiers had the strength to look up at the commander of the First Legion of the Mocaster Empire.
But after seeing the appearance of those soldiers and hearing the sounds here, Ofer already knew why they were attacking his own troops so desperately.
The captives' heads were stuck on two wooden boards, and then their heads were fixed forward, and a huge stone was hung above their heads, which was big enough to smash their heads into rotten tomatoes. In the open space behind them, there was a small magic circle with a magic crystal, and then a simple sound synchronization transmission magic.
This small combination of magic devices deceived nearly 8,000 soldiers of the Mocaster Empire and also led to a fratricide between their two armies.
"Come here, bury the dead on the spot, and drag the rest, whether they are injured or not, and whip them 80 times, then tie them up and bring them back to the imperial capital for investigation by the Imperial Military Court..." This most depressing situation happened, and Ofer had no other way. But in order to give an explanation to his troops and to promote military law, Ofer abandoned these captured guys without hesitation.
A beating with a whip was enough to put the wounded soldiers to rest in eternal death, and those who were lucky enough not to die might face even more cruel treatment when they returned to their imperial capital in the future.
"Pass the order down, let the troops who can enter the barracks enter the barracks, and those who can't enter the barracks rest for a while outside the barracks. As soon as we find the whereabouts of those bastards, we will immediately chase them and cut those damn guys into pieces!"
Standing on the wall outside the military camp, Orver looked at the troops gradually approaching here while inspecting this place. The military camp, which was only a mile long, had a wall that was ten meters high and more than four meters thick. This was too strong for a military camp in the wild. However, it was indeed too difficult to use such a military camp to resist the attack of his own troops. No wonder the Flame Legion troops chose to flee, but their thoughts and actions in building this military camp were in vain. . . . . .
"Sir, take away all the living ones, and we'll quickly take away the dead ones...Ah! What's going on? Sir, leave here quickly, it looks like this place is going to collapse...Ah...No..."
An officer walked up to Ofer and was halfway through his report when suddenly the high walls of the barracks began to tremble and crumble. . . . . . Suddenly, the entire barracks collapsed as if it had suffered an earthquake of more than 10 magnitude. . . . . .
Whole pieces of stone, wood piles and the like were pouring down like a flash flood. Especially the 10-meter-high military camp wall, those huge stones and rolling logs were pouring down the mountain like a landslide. At this time, whether the soldiers were in the military camp or resting on the hillside outside the military camp, they all suffered an unprecedented crisis. What they needed to fight now was not the enemy's army or civilians, but a terrorist incident that was almost equivalent to a natural disaster.
Those in the barracks were directly pressed into the ruins, while those troops resting outside the wall suffered an even greater psychological blow. Tens of millions of large and small boulders and logs poured down from the top of the mountain like a tide... (To be continued)