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"According to reconnaissance, the enemy retreated ten miles away and began to build simple garrison fortifications, without any sign of attack!"

"The identity of the captive has been investigated clearly. There are seven sons of earls, eight sons of marquis, and three sons of dukes. Their elders are the prime minister of the empire, the chief of the military law department, and the administrator..."

The tent was silent, and I heard the series of prominent official titles being reported one after another. You should know that this was just a direct relative. If all the marriage relationships between nobles were included, these captive elders might be able to capture all the superstructures of the empire in one fell swoop.

"Haha!" Suddenly, an old and bold voice came from afar.

"Okay!" The old general Oumeng looked gloomy and stroked his beard. "With these people in my hand, I see who dares to attack! Haha..."

"Haha, this is not what I care about." An old man in a long gray coat kept pinching his fingers, "I was wondering how many bags of rice, how many pounds of flour, how many pieces of salt these people are worth... Haha!"

"Yes!" Old General Oumeng thumped his palm, "It can also be used to change some standard armor and weapons. If you don't want to, it's okay to give some metal, we can do it ourselves. Tsk tsk, it would be even better if we ship two more Thor's hammers to me, haha!"

"You old madman in war, you really dare to think about it! Why don't you say that you will just hand over the legion to you..."

"This... I don't mind, I just don't know if they want it?"

"Uh...haha!"

The atmosphere in Luosha's tent was strong. Several old men in their sixties were blushing and laughing and looking forward to the harvest this time.

This time, capturing those noble young men was a strategic victory. It not only relieved its own siege, but also brought huge benefits.

The gray-clothed army, you can tell what it is like to be poor just by listening to the name. At this time, in the eyes of these people, the young people are no longer humans, but have turned into a full warehouse of rice or bright weapons and armor...

"Oh, it would be great if the captives of these young elders this time, then maybe our long-cherished wish for so many years will be successful in one go!"

"Uh... the leader dares to think about it. Then, wouldn't it be better to capture a King Bran? Haha..."

There must be a limit for the exchange of prisoners. It can be said that these young people can only exchange for something real. If they want to rely on this, they will implement the proposition of the gray-clothed army... Well, those great nobles will surely forget that they have a son who was captured immediately.

"Okay, OK..." Luo Sha pressed his palm and said seriously, "No rush. It will take some days for the people who negotiated in the empire to arrive. We will just plan to exchange the orders at that time. Well, let's discuss how to treat the heroes now."

As the tent silenced, several ministers looked at each other. They received the news late and did not witness the scene in the Tactics Department with their own eyes, but they still heard about the news of beating people in the gray space.

"Oh!" Old General Oumeng sighed with a complicated expression, "I have seen Bolai's injuries, but the bones on one leg have been completely crushed into powder. Unless the Archbishop of the Temple of Light comes, there will be no hope of recovery!"

The Archbishop of the Temple of Light were all people on the side of the formation, and they were all close to the Bran royal family. It was difficult to meet. Not to mention healing people in the gray-clothed army, so Bolai was destined to be with crutches for the rest of his life.

"So serious?" A minister frowned and said unhappily, "This Tang En is too cruel to attack. This is still his own person."

"I heard that my subordinates died." Oumeng naturally understood the friendship between the robes and explained, "And from his meaning, it seemed that he thought that the mission was done intentionally by Bolai, so..."

"That's intentional? Have they met? How could Bolai do such a thing?"

"It shouldn't be there." Old General Oumeng stroked his beard and shook his head, "Maybe this is just an excuse for him."

"It's a mess! I think it's necessary to punish him."

"But he is a hero after all!"

"What's wrong with a hero? If you have merits, you will be rewarded, and if you have mistakes, you will be punished!"

...

Papa… Luosha clapped his palms: “What do you mean?”

It was the first time for the veteran General Oumeng to speak: "I think although Tang En's methods are a little ruthless, his contribution is still greater."

This means that the merit is greater than the fault. Oumeng still acts righteously. Although Bolai is his subordinate, he has no intention of favoritism at all.

"I also think it's a greater contribution. Of course, the punishment measures must also be taken. If there is any mistake, we just follow the rules. He is beating the superiors privately, and we cannot set this precedent!"

"I agree with you!"

"I agree with the opinion of the veteran General Oumeng!"

...

Soon, several ministers expressed their attitude. Then everyone focused their eyes on the curly-haired old man who had not spoken much, Bog's father Bosco.

"I agree with the opinion of the veteran General Oumong."

Uh... the ministers were slightly stunned. To be honest, Tang En's contribution is obvious to everyone, so there is no doubt about the tone of the greater the merits than the faults. The key question now is whether there should be any punishment measures!

The ministers before said that there was, on the one hand, it was his own thoughts, and on the other hand, it was not for Minister Bosco. After all, his relatives were beaten so badly, and if they didn't get anything back, they would inevitably feel unbalanced. But now Bosco actually agreed with Oumong's opinion, that was that there was no punishment measure.

Bosco stood up and said calmly: "The Gray Space Team did a beautiful job this time and made great contributions. Don't worry about the others. We can't let the heroes feel disappointed."

…………

This meeting was quite casual, and after Bosco made his attitude, everything became simple. Then a few people chatted for a while and gradually dispersed.

Bosco smiled and thanked the ministers for their comfort outside the door. Then he stepped away. After passing several passages, he came to a large group of tents. Their family joined together. There were many people, so they usually lived together.

Bosco walked straight to one of the tents, and as soon as he lifted the curtain, a crying sound came.

The decoration inside was simple, just a simple bed, table and chair. Borg and several others were crying around Borle lying on the bed.

After seeing Bosco come in, the people immediately gathered around and cried. Bosco warmly comforted a rather noble woman and a few half-year-old children, who were Bolai's wife and children.

puff……

At this moment, Bolai, who was beside him, suddenly opened his mouth and vomited a mouthful of blood, and then struggled around hoarsely.

"Pain, pain, pain..."

Then he stretched out his hands and kept grabbing his chest, and his clothes quickly shattered, and then there was a tragic situation of skin and flesh blooming.

Bosco and Borg were shocked and quickly suppressed his body.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know, I'm fine just now!" Borg pressed and held Bolai's dancing arm desperately.

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts, uh!"

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Bolai's body was shaking as if it was shot by an arrow, and then the blood burst out everywhere, spraying the two people beside him.

Huff, Huff, Huff...

Like a fish left by water, Bolai quickly turned from a big breath to a slept spring!

Bosco explored Bolai's breath and body...

"Father, uncle...what happened to him?"

"I'm not dead... Maybe it's better to die." Bosco said with a ugly expression, "I'm careless. Someone spread the fighting spirit into his body. Now his body has been destroyed everywhere and he has been completely paralyzed."

"Ah?" Borg's face changed drastically, "Who did it..."

"Idiot, who else can I do?" Bosco narrowed his eyes gloomyly, "Pinching the legs and diverting his vision... It's cruel enough! It's so vicious! You can't keep this guy..."
Chapter completed!