dognovel Chapter 322 Persuasion
Chapter 322 Persuasion
The leader on the carriage was disheveled and his clothes were tattered. His eyes revealed fatigue and despair, as if he had lost all hope.
When the carriage slowly drove into the Midland camp, it caused a commotion. Soldiers gathered around and looked at the captured leader curiously.
The leader was violently pushed off the carriage and fell to the ground. He struggled to get up and faced the soldiers and people around him, his heart filled with fear and shame.
At this time, an officer wearing Midlan armor came over, looked the leader up and down, and then asked the soldier who was in charge of escorting him:
"What is this person's identity?"
"Just now, a convoy responsible for transporting supplies was attacked by the Lanas. He is the leader of those Lanas."
After hearing this, the officer said, "Take him away and lock him up. We will interrogate him thoroughly."
After that, several Midland soldiers walked forward with expressionless faces, grabbed the leader's arms and shoulders, and dragged him away mercilessly. Their actions were rough, as if they were treating an inanimate object. The leader was powerless to resist and could only let them do whatever they wanted.
Soon, the leader was taken to a small and simple cell. The cell was dark and damp, filled with a foul smell. The walls were covered with mottled marks, and the floor was covered with a shabby wooden board, which looked very desolate.
The leader was thrown to the ground, his body making a dull sound as it collided with the hard ground. The squeezed wound made him groan in pain, but he could not change his situation. He lay on the cold ground, and although it was only the beginning of autumn, he could feel the cold seeping in from under him, causing his body to tremble uncontrollably.
He slowly raised his head and looked at the small window above his head. A faint light came through the window, illuminating a corner of the cell.
At this moment, the leader realized that he had lost his freedom and became a prisoner. He didn't know what was waiting for him in the future, nor did he know if he would have a chance to regain his freedom. He could only curl up silently in this cold cell, waiting for the Mitlan people to deal with him.
He didn't know how the Mitlan people would treat him. Maybe they would torture him and force him to tell the whereabouts of his companions; maybe they would imprison him here forever and let him spend the rest of his life in loneliness. In either case, the leader felt it was unbearable.
However, not long after, a sharp metal friction sound was heard, and the heavy iron door of the cell slowly opened. With the dull sound of footsteps, a figure appeared at the door. He was wearing a black robe, tightly wrapped from head to toe, with only a pair of eyes exposed. He wore a bird-beak-shaped mask on his face, revealing a mysterious and strange aura.
The chief knew that this was the standard attire for doctors during plague times, and it seemed that these Midlan people believed they were still of some use.
The doctor first hit the leader's body several times with his cane. After being hit hard by the stick, the leader struggled to get up despite the unbearable pain.
"Looks like he's in good spirits," the doctor commented through his mask, his voice low and hoarse.
Then he placed the briefcase he was carrying on the table and opened it, which contained various medical tools and medicines, including sharp scalpels, bottles and jars filled with liquids, etc. These tools exuded a pungent smell, which made the leader cover his nose.
The doctor picked up a pair of scissors and expertly cut off the collar and shoulders of the clothes, revealing the hideous wound. The skin around the wound was already red, swollen and inflamed, emitting an unpleasant odor.
The doctor looked at the wound expressionlessly, then took out a bottle of unknown liquid from the box. After opening it, a smell of alcohol wafted out of it. The doctor poured it on the wound. The leader immediately felt severe pain in his wound, but he still held back and didn't cry out.
Then, the doctor picked up a piece of cotton with tweezers and gently wiped the pus and blood around the wound.
After treating the wound, the doctor took out a roll of bandage from the box and carefully wrapped it around the leader's shoulder. Finally, he clapped his hands and looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction.
"Okay, his two arms are saved. Remember to apply medicine to him on time every day." The doctor said, then packed up his tools and left the cell.
After changing the medicine, the leader lay on the floor, looking at the roof of the cell, and soon fell into a deep sleep.
After an unknown amount of time, the leader woke up slowly and heard a lot of noise outside. Sure enough, the door of the cell was opened again. This time, several Midland soldiers came in and put the leader on a stretcher as if they were carrying a corpse.
Seeing this, the leader did not ask them where they were taking him, but he became excited inside.
First, he looked towards the camp outside, observing the surroundings to see if there was any place he could escape. He soon discovered that he was in the center of the military camp. The gate of the camp was very far away from him. With his current physical condition, he could not reach there at all. He also did not know whether there would be an outer camp after going out of the gate.
Then he began to look at the soldiers around him. These soldiers seemed well-trained and well-equipped. They should be regular soldiers, but they didn't seem to pay special attention to him. They just performed their tasks silently. This made him feel relieved. After all, if the Midlanders wanted to kill him, why would they go to so much trouble? So there must be other purposes.
So the leader decided to follow them and see what happened. After all, he was at a disadvantage and resisting forcefully would only bring him more trouble.
Soon the leader was carried into a tent, and the soldiers placed him on a simple table. He tried to sit up, but the injuries on his body made him feel severe pain. At this time, a man in armor walked into the tent. He had sharp eyes and seemed to be a senior officer of the Midland army.
The man walked up to the leader, who looked at him warily and asked:
“Who are you? Why did you bring me here?”
The officer introduced himself, "I am John, Governor of Southwest Midland."
Hearing the name, the chief was shocked. He knew that John was a very powerful person. Although he did not know the specific information about John, the fact that he conquered the border mountains and forced the Lana army to Logronia was enough to show John's military talent.
John continued:
"I have heard about your story and you have been very brave. I can give you a chance to work for us. As long as you are willing to cooperate, I can guarantee your safety and give you a generous reward."
The leader said without any hesitation:
"Impossible! I would never serve an intruder even if I were beaten to death!"
"indeed."
John's face was calm, his eyes were firm, and his voice was clear and powerful: "I admit that I am indeed an invader. There is no doubt about this, and no one can deny it. However, please tell me, for the Mitlan people who have lived in the Lana Kingdom for generations, those Lana nobles who occupied their land, deprived them of their livelihoods, and starved them to death, are they not invaders?"
The chief was speechless after hearing these words, but he still said:
"But these are our own internal affairs and have nothing to do with the Kingdom of Midland..."
"Then you brought your army to invade the southwest border of Midland. Doesn't this have anything to do with Midland?"
John slammed the table and asked loudly:
"Also, if your country can solve these problems, then why are the Mitlan people living on the border of Lana willing to fight with our Mitlan army instead of choosing to fight for Lana?"
"In the final analysis, isn't it that you Lana people don't regard the Mitlan people living in Lana as your king's subjects at all, but instead treat them as foreigners or slaves."
Seeing that the leader did not speak, John said:
"You can leave here."
Then, in the leader's puzzled eyes, John said seriously:
"After you leave here, you will immediately go to Logronia and tell those Lana nobles that as long as the king of Lana sends an envoy to Wendam to cease fire, our Midland army will immediately withdraw to the border mountains."