Three days later, while Wallonburg and several important fortresses in the east were still struggling to hold on, a clearing outside Bramont gathered nearly 700 prisoners who had been urgently escorted by the lords from the unconquered prisons in the east.

Don't think that the lords were worried about the safety of the frontier, they were only oppressed by Art's letter in the name of the border officer of the Jonah court, and as long as the lords escorted a "qualified" prisoner to Bramon, they could take the escort money ranging from three to eight pfennig from the command camp of the Welsh Legion.

Anyway, most of the prisoners who meet the requirements of the military officer have to be beheaded, and even if they stay, they don't dare to sell it and harm the Quartet, so they can only waste food in the prison.

The most direct consequence of being able to exchange prisoners for money is all kinds of impersonation and deception, and the number of prisoners selected from a certain baron's castle or knight's manor is only five to ten by the time the prisoners are delivered to Brammon.

The reason can be imagined with the toes, it must be those sheriffs or prison guards who escort prisoners mixed with sand along the way, now that there is a war on both sides of the east and west, there are absolutely homeless beggars and fleeing old and weak people all the way, the sheriff's casual words of "follow me and have food" can attract a large group of tails, and some of the more brutal ones directly rushed up with long swords and short spears to tie the refugees into the team......

Odo, who was responsible for receiving prisoners from all over the country, began to let the officers of the flag squadrons under his command screen it, but later there were more people who forged it, and it was simply impossible to screen it, and the people sent from all over the place, as long as they barely met the requirements of the Welsh Legion, they were all left as prisoners, and as long as they did not meet the requirements of the Welsh Legion conscription, they were all returned according to the fraud, and they couldn't care about whether there were really prisoners among the people who returned.

Regardless of whether they were civilians or prisoners, by the time the military orders and honorarium were sent to Bramon, the number had already reached 683.

The truly vicious prisoners, or the "prisoners" who were half-tricked and taken captive to Bramont, were all locked up in the "barracks" that had just been erected outside the city.

It is said that the barracks are actually a vacant lot surrounded by a wooden fence, and there is a row of temporary thatched-roof straw huts on the side of the clearing, and there are more than a dozen freshly assembled long tables and benches and hay paved on the ground in the thatched-roof wooden shed.

Soldiers of a flag team of the Welsh Regiment, wearing armour and armed weapons, stood guard outside the fence around the wooden fence barracks.

The makeshift camp outside Brammon can only be described as chaotic, and most of the prisoners stationed or "held" in it were prisoners who had been urgently escorted from all over the country, and if they had behaved obediently, they would not have become guests in the prison.

For such a group of people, the words law and military discipline do not know what they are.

For a whole morning, only a young knight in a black robe, a full helmet, a knight's sword at his waist, and a long scar on his face came over and announced the orders not to move around, not to talk to each other, not to fight and rub against each other, and repeatedly emphasized that he should not move anywhere while waiting in place until he gave the order again, and after explaining the rules, the young knight with Scarface turned and left.

At first, the nearly 700 prisoners in the camp were unaware of their situation and remained still lying or sitting.

Watching the sheriffs and prison guards who had sent them to Brammon take the money and leave, the black-robed soldiers who had received them only stood still like wooden stakes on the periphery.

There are one or two leading scum in this group of prisoners, who are slowly restless.

At first, they just tried to stand up, rise up, move their stiff hands and feet, and there was no reaction around them; Then they began to move in small areas, muttering to the prisoner brothers beside them, but there was still no reaction around them; Slowly, the two men became more and more emboldened, and they began to talk to their accomplices, but the black-robed soldiers around them still did not react.

It was close to noon, and the sun was hot overhead, and the heat of the end of the summer had not dissipated.

The timid still remembered the orders of the young Scarface Knight, and although he was sweaty, he didn't dare to act rashly, only occasionally complaining softly once or twice.

The bold ones couldn't stand it anymore, and under the instigation and leadership of the prisoners' scum, a dozen fellows began to walk towards the thatched-roof wooden shed on the inside of the fence.

Walking into the thatched-roof wooden shed, more than a dozen fierce faces sat behind the long table, and then found a few wooden barrels filled with clear water and drank them to their heart's content, and the heat was dispelled with the water......

Seeing that there was no risk for a dozen leading scum to drink water and cool off, the prisoners under the scorching sun in the open space began to waver, and they gathered their envious eyes on the dozen or so scum who were lying in the hay bunks and chatting and celebrating their freedom, and after a while, seven or eight more or prisoners or civilians couldn't stand the scorching sun and ran to the wooden shed to join the team of drinking water and enjoying the coolness.

Gradually, as the sun became more and more fierce, more and more people ran to the wooden shed, and there were already more than 40 brave "freedom fighters" in the wooden shed.

The difference in treatment between the two waves of people in the wooden hut and in the open space was so great that the prisoners who were left in place became more and more restless......

............

Everything that happened in the makeshift camp outside the city was stared at for half the morning by four or five pairs of paixon or soft eyes on the arrow tower at the head of Brammon.

Standing on the arrow tower of the city wall, the captain of the first flag of the second company of the Wells Legion, Tuba glanced at the noisy camp outside the city, and asked Ron, who was watching coldly, "Brother Ron, I think the time is almost up, do you want to invite the adults over?"

Ron continued to stare at the camp outside the city, "There is no need to ask the master, he and O'Doangus are discussing the defense plan of the eastern border with the military advisers sent by the palace, and the lord has ordered me to deal with it myself, and I have told us not to be soft-hearted." ”

"Yes."

"Big Brother Tuba, take your flag team and start moving."

"Yes."

"Brother Wei Yu, your flag team is on guard in the camp, and if anyone else resists or escapes, they will be killed immediately."

"Yes."

"Brother Klaus, you take the hoplites on the side."

"Yes."

"Dennis, you take the ideological and political officials and the people of the military law team to control the people in the clearing, and it is best not to let Lord Wei Yu do it. By the way, let the room start preparing the food, and when we are done, we will bring the food in. ”

"No problem, Chief Ron."

These words should have been spoken by Art, but at this time, Art was entangled by the advisors sent by Jonah's court to supervise the war, so Ron could only take command on his behalf, but everyone knew that Ron's words represented Art's meaning, so they all responded and began to prepare for themselves.

In the afternoon, it is the hottest time of the day.

The group of "freedom fighters" in the wooden hut in the makeshift camp outside Bramont were enjoying their first free afternoon under the cool wooden tent, which was more comfortable than the damp and gloomy prison cell, which was enough for them to sleep comfortably.

But the group of people in the wooden shed had not yet woken up, and more than a hundred black-robed soldiers with short spears and long swords lined up in two columns from the gate of the barracks and slowly walked towards the camp.

Two columns of sixty or seventy people each, after entering the barracks, they came between the inner wooden shed and the open space, a row of black-robed soldiers standing towards the inner wooden shed, and a row of black-robed soldiers standing towards the open space.

The people in the open space and the wooden hut in the camp all stood up, either in horror or confusion, looking at the two rows of strangely moving black-robed soldiers.

A few of the more clever prisoners in the wooden shed noticed something unusual and tried to sneak back into the clearing, but were stopped by a few white-capped feathered helmets wandering outside the queue.

On the steps of the scar-faced young knight in the morning lecture in the outer clearing, a kind-faced and gentle-speaking officer shouted at the prisoners who were still holding on: "Guys, please all sit back quietly, and do not move around, the room has prepared plenty of delicious food for everyone, they will soon bring in a full meal for everyone, and there is a delicious beer for each person for dinner, please obey the military order and do not walk around......

In the wooden shed on the inside, the prisoner who had led the way in the morning to drink water and rest was not at all stunned when he saw the black-robed soldiers surrounding him, and he became excited when he heard Dunnis on the steps outside speaking to the people in the clearing.

He got up from the hay floor, pulled out a straw and put it in his mouth, and shouted at a soldier in a white feathered helmet: "Hey! Hey! I said, why do you just talk to the mongrels out there, us? ”

The other guy who led the way into the wooden shed also gathered around the soldiers in the white feather helmet with a ruffian face, raised his head and asked viciously: "That bullshit sheriff said that he came to fight as a soldier, and you left me in the sun for a morning, did you treat me as monkeys?"

"yes, what do you mean by hanging us out all morning!"

"What do you mean?"

"Call your officer! We want to see the officers? ”

A dozen or so brave prisoners gathered around.

Faced with the encirclement and questioning of a group of prisoners, the white-feathered soldier was unmoved, and the black-robed soldier behind him only clenched his short spear, sword, and shield, and looked at the group of noisy prisoners like chickens.

Just as the prisoners in the clearing were quieting down, and the prisoners in the hut were becoming more and more agitated, the young knight with a scarred face who had lectured to everyone in the morning came with two attendant guards pacing from the gate of the camp with swords on their shoulders.

Seeing Ron coming, several white-feathered helmets from the military team retreated behind the black-robed soldiers and entered the area of the prisoners in the clearing, leaving two rows of black-robed soldiers standing against their backs in the wooden shed.

"Brother Ron, it's okay." Tuba, who was standing on the right, said a word to Ron, who was pacing in stride.

Ron glanced up at the dozen or so prisoners he was about to surround and question, and suddenly pulled out the knight's sword at his waist, and one of them rushed towards the prisoner who was walking in front, and the distance of three or five steps was only a moment, and the knight's sword was drawn from the lower left scabbard and stopped at the upper right.

A slight scratch of blood is visible on the blade of the knight's sword.

The prisoner who walked towards Ron first didn't make any moves, he just wanted to repeat the question to the young man who looked like a knight officer, but when he felt a trace of coldness and pain in his abdomen, his half-stretched intestines and heart and lungs were already exposed......

The guy next to the lead prisoner turned his head and looked at the intestines that had collapsed from his abdomen in disbelief, and then suddenly exclaimed, "Murder!! ”

"Action!" Tuba, the captain of the first flag of the second company, suddenly shouted, and more than sixty black-robed soldiers with sharp blades and shields suddenly pointed their weapons at the forty or so prisoners who were blocked in the wooden shed, and then lifted the shield, stepped forward, released the shield, stabbed, withdrawn, and stabbed again......

By the time the prisoners in the wooden shed had reacted, seven or eight prisoners had fallen to the ground, convulsing and screaming.

Blocking, slashing, culling, falling, replenishing swords, wailing, dying.......

Panic, panic, screaming, resistance, torture, despair......

In a short time, only corpses were left in the side wooden sheds in the camp and the miscellaneous soldiers who carried the corpses and swept the ground.

The prisoners in the wooden shed have become corpses with horrible deaths, and the prisoners outside the wooden shed have also become "corpses" with weak feet and trembling legs.

More than 40 corpses in the wooden hut were dragged out of the camp like dead dogs, and a few soldiers collected and shipped the stumps, severed arms, intestines and livers all over the ground in wicker boxes, and then a few handymen carrying ashes sprinkled the blood stains on the ground to cover up the ashes.

After a while, two wagons filled with rye bread and fragrant wheat porridge were pulled into the camp, and five or six men of the house placed bread and wheat porridge and several large vats of cold water on the long wooden table, and then took from the other carriage two or three hundred clay plates, wooden bowls of different shapes, materials, and sizes, and even wooden barrels and wine glasses.

Seeing that everything was ready, the officer who had just given a reassuring lecture to the prisoners in the open space stood up the steps again and said loudly to the prisoners in the open space who were too frightened to move: "Guys, after a morning of sunbathing, now you can go in and rest and eat!" ”

None of the prisoners in the clearing dared to move, they just stared at the wooden shed with wide eyes and horror.

"Guys, you can go in and rest and have something to eat~" Dennis's tone softened a little, with a hint of encouragement and relief.

"Man—"

Ron interrupted Denis as he walked up the steps.

Ron Cang pulled out the knight's sword at his waist and shouted, "Everyone get up and go to the wooden shed to eat at once!" No crowding! ”

The prisoners in the open space were stunned for a moment, and then immediately walked towards the wooden shed.

"Judge Advocate Corps, let them line up to get food."