Chapter 500 Mercenary 6
“Ah-ah-ah-!!!”
Ferguson shouted in pain.
The red-hot iron was suddenly attached to the tight flesh.
Gray-white smoke emerged from between the iron and the flesh, accompanied by a scalp-numbing sound of "Zi~Zi~Zi".
The smell of roasting meat began to fill the air.
Doug, who was standing not far away, couldn't help but cover his nose.
When the prison guard responsible for the branding felt that it was almost done, he held the handle and removed the branding iron.
“Ugh!” Ferguson let out a heavy groan at the moment when the iron was separated from his skin.
He closed his eyes tightly and grinned, but his cheeks bulged up. Big beads of sweat dripped from his forehead down his cheeks until they dripped from his chin and fell to the ground.
Dark red marks appeared on Ferguson's strong arms, surrounded by red skin. The mark consists of two parts. The upper part is a very vivid dragon head pattern, and the lower part is the abbreviation of the surname Graiman in Cape Bay language.
Another man in a white coat used a metal spoon to scoop out a spoonful of the sticky stuff from an earthen pot and applied it to Ferguson's arm.
Ferguson suddenly felt a cold sensation spread on his arm that was burning just now, and it was numb. This should be some kind of ointment to treat burns.
However, this does not completely eliminate the pain, it still hurts.
“Gudong!” Doug swallowed a big mouthful of saliva after watching the whole process and felt that his whole body was weak. It was his turn next.
When he was making a living as a mercenary in Jiaowan, he also tortured his enemies, including the popular torture method of using the soldering iron, but he never thought that he would use it on himself.
The prison guard put the soldering iron back into the red-hot stove to heat it, and after a while he waved to him, "Come on, Doug, you can't escape this time."
Doug cursed in his heart. He had previously proposed a tattoo instead, but Erwin rejected it without saying a word.
He walked over with a heavy step and resigned himself to his fate.
Doug took out a wooden stick and prepared to bite it with his teeth later to resist the pain. He did not want to yell with no grace like Ferguson.
The prison guard asked expressionlessly: "Where is the brand?"
Major Erwin allowed them to choose the location of the brand, but it must be convenient for display.
Ferguson chose his arms. Usually he can cover them with clothes. When he needs to see them, he can just roll up his sleeves.
"I'm here on the arm too." Doug pointed to the outside of his right arm with his left hand, then opened his mouth and bit the prepared wooden stick, his teeth deeply embedded into the wood. .
The prison guard held the handle and took the reheated soldering iron out of the furnace. The soldering iron was bright red, and in Doug's eyes, it radiated blazing light like the sun.
You will get burned if you are close to the sun... It must be very painful, it must be very painful...
The brain suddenly recalled several experiences of being burned in the past life very uncooperatively, which made Doug not even start to contact The soldering iron was sweating profusely early on.
The prison guard held the branding iron and gestured at Doug's shoulder. Doug's body dodged a few times uncontrollably.
"Haha! The cowards of the Black Dogs."
Ferguson next to him taunted him at the right time, gloating about his misfortune with an expression of "you should try it too".
Doug applied force to his mouth again, feeling like his teeth were about to fall out. He gave the prison guard a start-ready look and closed his eyes.
The prison guard moved his hand forward, and quickly, accurately, and fiercely brought the soldering iron into close contact with the skin on the outside of Doug's upper arm.
The sound of "Zi~Zi~Zi" sounded again, and the same burning smell as before appeared in the air again. "Woooooooooooo!"
Doug's eyes widened in an instant, as if his eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, and the blood vessels in the whites of his eyes were visible.
A few seconds later, the prison guard withdrew the iron. When the contact was broken, Doug felt that his skin had stuck to the iron, and the burning pain was immediately mixed with a hint of tearing pain.
He bent over slightly, and the wooden stick in his mouth fell to the ground with a clatter. A large amount of saliva flowed out of his mouth, mixed with sweat and fell to the ground.
"Ha-ha-ha-"
He breathed heavily, as if it would make him feel better.
The white coat on the side also applied ointment to him.
"Okay, you can go back to the dormitory and rest first."
The prison guard who once again put the soldering iron into the stove to heat up turned his head towards them and motioned for them to leave quickly.
“There are a lot of people behind us!”
The two looked outside the house, and there was a long team, all of them were members of the Black Dog and Rhino mercenary groups. , preparing to accept this brand that can give them a certain degree of freedom.
All the mercenaries made the same choice as their leader.
………………
“Lord Graiman!”
In the lord’s office, Chief of Staff Schroeder handed a thick stack of information to Paul.
"The mercenaries have been selected, please take a look."
Paul took the information and flipped through a few pages, "So, all the mercenary prisoners will be sent back to Jiaowan ?”
Schroeder: "Yes, Major Erwin tested them. They were able to stand in the sun for an hour and maintain their formation. No one took a break and no one fainted. Their physical fitness was up to standard. This was beyond the limit. In line with our expectations, their training time can be shortened to a considerable extent so that they can be deployed to Jiaowan to perform combat missions as soon as possible. Of course, this is due to the militarized management and relatively good food in our labor camp. "
"Okay!" Paul nodded, "Of course, the more people, the better. According to the original plan, give them a batch of armors and weapons, and a sum of money, and then rely on them for the rest. Himself."
"Hey!" He found an interesting place, "Ferguson? Haha, Ferguson, Fergus, you remember I have a knight. Also called Fergus?"
"I remember." Schroeder confirmed: "The pronunciation of this name is very common, whether it is Corner Bay or Aldo."
He. Immediately returning the conversation to the topic, "Sir, I think we should send a group of our own people to follow them. We cannot completely let these mercenaries do their own thing. They should obey the instructions from the northwest bay."
"Oh, of course!" Paul agreed very much, "This is natural. I have asked the teaching department to select a group of outstanding instructors and accompany them back to Corner Bay. The purpose is to watch them, manage them, ensure that they obey orders, and at the same time make decisions. We can't do evil things like robbing and insulting women, otherwise they will ruin our honor."
"In this case," Schroeder further suggested, "Should we select a group of officers and military personnel. The students in the academy also followed, allowing them to experience a real war up close and watch how the armies outside Arda fought. They summarized their experiences and rules and compiled them into a book to enrich our database and provide information for our army. Provide valuable material."
"Ha! I was thinking of that too," said Paul excitedly.
Whether in terms of scale or quality, the war in the Corner Bay is not comparable to the Assault War in previous years. This war is a very precious observation object for the Arda army to understand. to all aspects of the military in this era.
He ordered: "Schroeder, please arrange this as soon as possible."
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