When he woke up again, Dussander felt pain in every part of his body.

He secretly opened his eyes and looked out. Then he closed his eyes again.

No way, he couldn't see anything when he opened his eyes - he seemed to be in an environment with no light at all right now.

Judging by the occasional cold air leaking around, Dusson thought he was probably in a dark room. The problem was, he wasn't sure how long he had fainted. Only the constant pain in the back of his head reminded Dussand—you were knocked unconscious by someone in the back of your head.

Judging by the feeling of being tied to his wrist, he did not succeed in boarding the naval landing ship that could jump to the height of two jols above the ground and then free fall to the ground. The situation seems to be moving in the worst direction.

Dussander was captured.

He rubbed his face lightly against the ground, and the dust and small stones on the ground proved that it was an ordinary ground that had not been paved - about the kind that had been dug out of a flat surface.

Subsequently, Dussaint spent a long time trying to remember what happened in the last moment. But he couldn't think of anything. His memory was only when he climbed the hill and found that there were stones only a few centimeters below the ground.

Should it be short-term amnesia from a concussion? Dussaint sighed, then focused all his attention on his ears.

Since you can't see anything, then listen...... There's always something to hear.

Although he has not received professional intelligence training, Dussander has watched a lot of spy dramas in his previous life. If you want to plan a wonderful prison escape similar to the seventh companion with a murder license, you must first understand what kind of enemy you are facing.

Whether it's a hidden group infiltrated by the Alliance, a private soldier of a fishing company, or a group of bandits who gather in the mountains and forests to make a living by robbery and extortion.

To be honest, Dusander's own thought none of the three were likely. After all, the opposing side used heavy artillery, and judging by the density of fire from the shelling, there is far more than one large-caliber artillery, and the shells ...... To say the least, there must be dozens.

But apart from these three possibilities, Dussander really can't think of any other possibilities. An organization armed with such elite weapons...... It can't be the Army, right?

If the army finally thinks about it, it decides to take the commodore from the Olin Admiralty to sacrifice the flag, and then kill the Olin Palace, and use the steam knight unit and the six-inch howitzer to fire a salvo on the side of the Qing Jun...... That's not as much ammunition as the first wave of fire assault.

It's all about to clear the king's side, why don't you have a high-explosive bomb of one or two hundred tons first?

Dussander thought about it, but he couldn't figure out who would capture him. The only son of a baron, plus at most the status of a rookie red postman in the heraldic management office.

What is there to tie up here? Why don't you just get a shot in the head?

Of course, it's a good thing to survive. But even Dussander couldn't figure out what he deserved to be captured, which made him unhappy.

After thinking about how much time had passed, Dussander finally heard a little movement in his ears.

"Good work." A somewhat familiar male voice sounded in the distance, and the voice asked, "Our noble lord hasn't woken up yet?" ”

"Nope." A child's voice rang out, high-pitched and nasally congested, making it difficult to tell the gender right away. "He stayed asleep and didn't move."

"Don't make a fuss......" Some familiar male voices began to move closer to Dussand. And the child's voice also approached, "Uncle Finn, is this little nobleman a newly kidnapped hostage?" ”

Finn, who was called "Uncle," stopped, then hesitated for a moment.

He touched the head of the little girl in front of him, and said, "I don't know either." He may be a rare good guy, but he can also be a real conspirator. ”

The child didn't understand what Finn meant, and Dussand, who was lying on the ground pretending to be unconscious, was already sweating behind his back. He finally remembered why the voice sounded so familiar.

This man...... He's the Confederate Navy soldier who was strapped to the officer's carriage before!

He's not dead? He didn't die?

Dussand's mind was full of disbelief. After all, after the first wave of shelling, Dussand's experimental car No. 2 and two wagons were bombed, and there were not even wreckage left. How did Finn, who was still tied up in a wagon before the shelling began, escape?

It doesn't make sense.

Dussand's mind was in a jumbled mind, and Finn, who appeared outside the iron railing with a kerosene lamp, was a little unsure of how to react.

The little boy in front of him was the result of a well-prepared ambush.

The original purpose of the ambush was to capture the bearded man, or the tallest man with the largest black face. The bounty on the heads of these two men was frighteningly high, and each of them could be exchanged for 80,000 pounds of coal or the same weight of grain.

On average, it's almost equal to 43,000 gold pounds per person.

For the price, it was enough for Finn to venture with his small village.

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Finn's "hamlet" is a natural settlement of more than 600 poor people. And 21-year-old Finn is the "head man" of this settlement.

Two years ago, after Finn escaped from the mines a hundred and twenty miles away, he wandered the summer plains alone for nearly a week.

The sun rises six times and sets seven times. He collapsed on a hillside exhausted, dizzy and a strong sense of weakness, ready for death.

When the sun rose for the seventh time, Finn's mouth suddenly had a slightly sweet and fishy liquid. He subconsciously swallowed the liquid, and then opened his eyes with difficulty.

In front of him was a woman who looked to be at least forty years old. She was holding a dark-skinned, thin, and weak child in her arms.

The woman with the child in her arms was struggling to lift Finn's head and feed her barren milk to the young man, who was already on the verge of death. Her ** was chapped, and the blood mixed with the milk was sent to the young man's mouth together.

When Finn woke up, he saw the brightest smile in the world. A smile made up of pale, chapped lips, yellow, lost teeth, a wrinkled face, and dry hair.

After being rescued by the woman, Finn followed her on a difficult and slow trek to a small village made of broken planks and grassy mud bricks and shell stones. Here, Finn received all the help and treatment that all the residents did to their best – there was a fish soup and grilled fish to eat every day.

The villagers even set aside a house for him. Although the sky could be seen directly through the planks, a corner of the wall had revealed a hole large enough for a child to climb in and out. But Finn was given a place to stay in the Empire's Newsal.

Completely restored to health, Finn is ready to repay the kindness of these imperial poors with his own hands. He had already understood that the content of the alliance's propaganda was all deception. The paupers of the empire are just a group of poor people who, like the allied commoners, still maintain good kindness in their difficult lives.

In return for the villagers, he began to frequently fish with his own blood, which he then traded for expensive fuel and food under the Bosenke Fishing Company. But this activity took a terrible toll on his body, and just when he thought he might not be able to hold on any longer, an unexpected discovery led Finn to find an opportunity to bring a prosperous life to the village.

After an ocean storm, Finn is about to go to the beach to pick up fish to eat, and he finds a hillside that has been blown away by the storm.

In the bare mountain, there is a dark iron gate. And on the iron gate, a huge, Imperial Army insignia is painted.

Finn discovers a large warehouse used by the Army for strategic reserves.