flstandardbreds Chapter 323 Yoda Intervention
Chapter 323 Yoda Intervention
The leader's eyes were filled with shock and confusion. He could not understand the decision of the Mitlan people. In his opinion, the Mitlan people had a clear advantage, but they chose to negotiate with the king. This was simply unbelievable.
Looking at the leader's expression, John shrugged helplessly and said, "It seems that you don't know me and my colleagues. Let me explain it to you."
"First of all, I am the Southwestern Governor of Midland, responsible for managing the territory bordering the northern part of the Border Mountains. I came here to participate in the war entirely because of the incompetence of the army commander Hoss. If it weren't for his wrong command, this war might have ended long ago."
"Secondly, the mission the king assigned to me was actually completed after completely recovering the border mountains. Now the Midland army has reached Logronia, which is beyond our original expectations. If we were to forcibly attack this fortress, the price we would pay would be huge, and I cannot afford such consequences."
John paused and continued, "In addition, we also need to consider diplomatic relations with other countries. Other countries are paying close attention to this war. If we are too tough, it may cause panic among other countries in the southwest peninsula. At that time, they may form an alliance to attack the Midland Kingdom together. Therefore, peace talks are a wiser choice."
After listening to John's explanation, the leader fell into deep thought. He realized that he did not know enough about the Midlanders, and he also understood the complexity and variability of war.
Finally, he nodded and said:
"I promise you, but I hope you can keep your word."
"Of course it counts. Compared to the Rana, the battlefield against the Yoda people is the top priority of our Kingdom of Midlan."
John then promised to send him back to Logronia the next morning and ordered his men to send the leader back to the cell, then he walked into another tent next to him. As he opened the tent, the scene inside the house appeared before his eyes:
There were only a few candles providing lighting inside the tent, which was not very big to begin with. In the shadow of the candlelight, there were a dozen people squatting. Their hands and feet were tied tightly with ropes, and some of them had bruises on their faces. Standing next to them were several fully armed White Wolf Knights.
"Everyone is here?"
John first asked the White Wolf Knight:
“The leaders of the armed groups that have tried to attack the military camps in recent days have all gathered.”
"Well, let me see."
John held a candlestick in his hand and shone the light on the captured leaders. He squinted his eyes and carefully observed each one, silently thinking about their possible identities. The appearance and equipment of these leaders were different, giving him some clues. Some of them were wearing a variety of armor, which made John guess that they were either from the regular army or members of a mercenary group. Others were dressed in tatters, with clothes so tattered that they could hardly cover their bodies. They looked more like a local militia or a group of bandits.
Among these people, there were some who puzzled him, such as the guy with a dark body and shiny skin, who looked very similar to the African natives John had seen in his previous life.
This was the first time John had seen a black person in this world. He asked curiously:
"where do you come from?"
The black man did not expect the Midland officer to ask him a question, so he stammered:
"My Lord, I came from a port in the south. Because of my great strength and the blockade of shipping routes caused by naval battles, I joined a mercenary group passing by my city. After several months of fighting, I became a centurion."
"Just a centurion?"
John frowned, staring at the dirty black man in front of him with a puzzled look, and asked in a serious tone:
"According to the intelligence we have, the number of people in the group that attacked us these days is no less than a thousand. According to common sense, a small character like you should not be here. So the question is, where is the leader of your mercenary group?"
The black man raised his head. His face was covered with dust and blood, but he showed a row of white teeth. He smiled awkwardly and replied:
"I'm really sorry, sir. Actually... our captain has died in battle. In a battle not long ago, he was unfortunately hit by a cannonball, and his entire body and his horse were blown to pieces. Without the captain's command, the other mercenaries quickly retreated. While I was escaping, I met knights like the ones around you, and they chased me relentlessly. There was no way I could run faster than a four-legged horse with my two legs. In the end, I was caught and became your prisoner."
After hearing what happened to him, John didn't say anything. Instead, he looked at the next person. This person was wearing armor, but the sharp-eyed John found that the armor on this person was somewhat similar to that of Yoda's army in terms of color and style.
"Hey, where are you from?"
After hearing the voice, the man slowly raised his head, with a trace of confusion and uneasiness in his eyes. He glanced at John, then replied in a low voice:
"Sir, I am a native of Lana."
John frowned slightly, then a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said with sarcasm in his tone:
"Then you are quite amazing, being able to find Yoda's armor from thousands of miles away."
After saying that, John suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped the man in the face. The crisp sound of the slap echoed in the air, causing people around to look at him sideways.
"You Lana people don't speak the local dialect, you speak the dialect from Yoda, right?"
John swung his palms and cursed, while the man who was beaten covered his cheeks and did not dare to look up and look directly into John's eyes. His body was trembling slightly, and it was obvious that he was full of fear of John.
"I'll give you one more chance. Which army are you from, Yoda? What's your position? Who is your superior?"
At this time, the man dared not play tricks and said quickly: "Sir, let me tell you, I am a centurion of the standing army in the southern part of Yoda. I also received an order to bring my hundred-man team here by ship. After receiving a group of mercenaries to form a thousand-man team, I went to the battlefield. The person who contacted me was a general of Lana. I only know that he gave me a lot of gold coins after completing the task, but they were from the Kingdom of Lana and were less valuable than the gold coins of Mitlan and Yoda."
John's heart sank when he heard this. It seemed that the Yoda people had already intervened in the war, and this time they directly sent the standing army. This was not good news, because in this way, the war might become more cruel and fierce.
He decided to take this man back for interrogation to see if he could get more information about the Lana Kingdom from Yuda. So he asked the soldiers to tie up the centurion and take him back to the camp.
Then looking at the rest of the people, John said directly:
"All those people were sent to the rear to work as laborers, especially the tall black man. I remember there was a place where cotton from Kusha was grown. Now it's autumn and the cotton is ripe, so we sent him there to pick it."