Chapter 110 This Son Can't Stay...

"According to reconnaissance, the enemy army has retreated ten miles away and has begun to build simple garrison fortifications, and there is no sign of attack!"

"The identities of the captives have been investigated. There are seven sons of the earl, eight sons of the marquis, and three sons of the duke. Their elders include the prime minister of the empire, the chief of the military law department, and the administrator..."

The big tent was silent, listening to this series of prominent official titles being reported one after another. You must know that these are only immediate family members. If the marriage relationship between nobles is counted, the elders of these captives may be able to wipe out the superstructure of the empire.

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

"Okay!" The old general Oumeng was full of joy, straightening his beard, "With these people in hand, let's see who dares to attack! Haha..."

"Haha, that's not what I care about." An old man in a gray coat kept pinching his fingers, "I'm wondering how many bags of rice, how many catties of flour, how many pieces of salt these people are worth... Haha! "

"That's right!" Old General Omon thumped his palms, "It can also be used to exchange for some standard armor and weapons. If you don't want to, you can give me some metal, and we can make it ourselves. Tsk tsk, if you send me two more Thors It would be even better if the hammer came, haha!"

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

"This... I don't mind, but I don't know if they want it or not?"

"Uh...haha!"

In the Luosha tent, the atmosphere was intense. Several sixty-year-olds were full of red faces, laughing and looking forward to this harvest.

The capture of those noble youths this time can be said to be a strategic victory. It not only solved its own siege, but also brought huge benefits.

The gray-clothed army, just by hearing the name, you can tell what kind of poverty it is. At this time, in the eyes of these people, those young people are no longer human beings, but have turned into full warehouses of rice, or bright weapons and armor... "Oh, it would be great if the elders of these young people were captured this time, Then maybe our long-cherished wish for so many years will come true in one day!"

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

There is also a limit to the exchange of captives. It can be said that these young people can only be exchanged for some real things. If they want to rely on this, they will have to implement the claim of the Gray Army... Well, those nobles will definitely forget that they have a son who was captured immediately.

"Okay, okay..." Losa pressed his palms, and said seriously, "There is no rush, the negotiators from the empire will take a few days to arrive, and we will draw up an exchange list then. Well, Let's discuss what to do with the heroes now."

When the tent was quiet, several ministers looked at each other. They received the news late and did not witness what happened in the tactical department, but they still heard about the beating in the gray space.

"Ah!" Old General Omon sighed, and said with a complex expression, "I've seen Bolai's injury, and it's nothing more than the one on his hand, but the bones of one leg have been completely crushed into powder, unless the Temple of Light The archbishop comes, otherwise there is no hope of recovery!"

The archbishops of the Temple of Light are all on one side, and they are all close to the Bran royal family. It is difficult to meet each other, let alone heal the gray-clothed soldiers, so it is said that Bo Lai is destined to be accompanied by crutches for the rest of his life.

"So serious?" A minister frowned, and said displeasedly, "This Tang En's attack is too ruthless, and this is still his own."

"I heard that one of his subordinates died." Ou Meng naturally understood the friendship between Pao Ze and explained, "And from what he said, he seems to think that Bo Lai did the mission intentionally, so..."

"Deliberately? Have they met? How could Bole do such a thing?"

"Probably not." Old General Omon stroked his beard, shook his head and said, "Maybe it's just an excuse for him."

"Nonsense! I think it is necessary to punish him."

"But he is a hero after all!"

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

...Papa...Luosha clapped his hands: "Then what do you mean?"

Old General Oumeng was the first to speak: "I think Tang En's method is a bit harsh, but the credit is still greater."

This is the meaning of more merit than demerit, and Ou Meng still acted in the right way. Although it was true that Bole was his subordinate, he didn't mean to show favoritism at all.

"I also think that the credit is greater. Of course, punishment measures must be taken. If there is a mistake, we will just follow the rules. He beat the officer privately. We can't set this precedent!"

"I agree with you!"

"I agree with old General Omon!"

... Not long after, several ministers expressed their attitudes. Then everyone focused their attention on the curly-haired old man who hadn't spoken much. He was Borg's father, Bosco.

"I agree with old General Omon."

Uh... Several ministers were slightly stunned. To be honest, Tang En's contribution is obvious to all, so there is no doubt that the merit outweighs the demerit. The key question now is whether there should be punitive measures!

The previous ministers said yes. On the one hand, it was their own idea, and on the other hand, it was not for Minister Bosco. After all, my relatives were beaten so badly, if I don't ask for something, I will inevitably feel unbalanced. But now Bosco agrees with Omon, that is, there is no punishment.

Bosco stood up, and said calmly: "The gray space team did a great job this time, and they have contributed a lot. Leave the rest alone, we can't let the heroes feel cold."

……… This meeting was relatively casual. After Bosco expressed his attitude, everything became simple. Then the few people chatted for a while, and gradually dispersed.

Bosco thanked the ministers for their comfort outside the door with a smile, and then walked away. After passing through several passages, we came to a large group of tents. Their family is a collective refuge, there are a large number of people, and they usually live together.

Bosco went straight to one of the tents, and as soon as the curtain was lifted, there was a burst of crying.

The furnishings inside were simple, just simple beds, tables and chairs, Boge and several others were crying bitterly around Bolai who was lying on the bed.

Seeing Bosco coming in, these people immediately gathered around and cried for a while. Bosco warmly comforted a rather noble woman and several half-grown children, who were Bole's wife and children.

"Father." Borg also greeted him with red eyes, "You must uphold justice for uncle, he..."

Snapped!

The applause came suddenly, and there was a sudden silence in the field.

The madam and the child still had tears on their faces, and they stared blankly at Borg who had been fanned aside.

"That's it for now. Don't worry, Bolai will gradually get better. Well, you go out first, I have something to talk to Bogg about." Bosco's face remained unchanged, and he still said gently to Bolai's wife and children .

"Uh..." The woman looked at Borg, and finally led the child out of the tent with a hesitant expression.

Bosco first walked to the bed and checked on Boley's situation. At this time, Bolai had already undergone simple treatment and passed out.

Sighing, Bosco sat down on the chair: "Stand up."

Borg covered his mouth and stood up slowly, afraid to approach this side in fear.

As a father and son, he certainly knew that the calmer Bosco's face was, the more furious he would be. He hasn't been beaten for many years. The last time he was beaten by his father was because he was addicted to beauty and lust, and he was hanging around romantic places with some noble youths all day long.

"You guys did the gray space thing...well, because of that Josiah?"

"Ah, I..." Borg was startled, unable to utter a word. He really wanted to say no, but he knew that if he told lies again at this time, he might be beaten to death.

"It really is you!" Bosco closed his eyes, took off the decorative curly hair on his head, and slowly pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Do you know why I hit you?"

"Yes, we designed to frame the gray space team." Borg said honestly.

"You still don't understand, you still don't understand..." Bosco's eyes opened suddenly, and he no longer looked gentle, full of fierceness and indifference, like a tiger.

"How many times do I have to say, no matter what you do, it must be simple and straightforward. Is it safe to design the gray space team to go out? Have you considered the possibility of their return? Have you made a way to deal with variables? Can you count on success by leaving everything to fate?"

"We can't fail anymore. The last failure brought us here. The next failure may allow us to directly meet the God of Light! Do you understand?"

"I, I see!" Borg nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"I hope you really understand that the eagle will not spring out its sharp claws until it catches the prey. It will only hurt you by being clever!" Having said that, Bosco curled his lips, "Just now in the Luosha house, We were talking about punitive measures for gray spaces, and I objected, do you know why?"

"Uh..." Borg's heart moved, and he said quickly, "Because this will not cause them any real harm at all!"

"Yes, I understand a little bit!" Bosco nodded, and then sighed, "Even if your uncle is like this, he won't be able to make any progress in the tactical department. In this negotiation, I will find a way to let him You get involved and take some credit. Remember, you have to take Uncle's place when he retires. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand!"

"By the way, there is also that Josiah, you still have to fight for it, she is very helpful to the rise of our family!"

"Uh, good... But she seems to be more willing to get close to Tang En." Borg said a little dejectedly.

"You don't need to worry about this, Dunn..." Bosco's eyes flashed coldly, "It ruined the position in the tactical department that I worked so hard to get, hmph!"

Poof... At this moment, Bolai suddenly opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood, and then struggled hoarsely.

"Pain, pain, pain..."

Immediately, he stretched out his hands and kept grabbing at his chest, and the clothes quickly shattered, followed by a tragic scene of skin and flesh.

Bosco and Borg were shocked and quickly pressed his body.

"what happened?"

"I don't know, it was fine just now!" Borg desperately pressed Bole's dancing arm.

"Pain, pain, pain, ugh!"

boom! boom! boom!

Bolai's body trembled as if being shot by an arrow, and then blood burst everywhere, spraying the two people around him.

Huchi, wheezing, wheezing... Like a fish out of water, Bo Lai quickly changed from panting to breathing like a gossamer!

Bosco probed Bolai's breath, his body... "Father, uncle, what's wrong with him?"

"Not dead... Maybe it would be better if he died." Bosco said with an ugly face, "It's careless, someone passed the fighting spirit into his body. Now his body is destroyed everywhere, and he is completely paralyzed."

"Ah?" Borg's expression changed dramatically, "Who did it..."

"Idiot, who else is there!" Bosco squinted his eyes sullenly, "Smashing the leg bones to divert attention...that's cruel enough! It's vicious enough! I can't keep this kid..."