I was a knight in the Middle Ages

Chapter 344: Gathering Intelligence and Stabilizing the Situation

In the slightly dim hall of the mountain stronghold, the atmosphere was so oppressive that it seemed as if water could be squeezed out of it. Alpha sat steadily on the king's chair that symbolized authority, with an upright posture and an unquestionable majesty. He lowered his head slightly, his eyes like a sharp hawk, looking down at Cassel who was thrown to the ground by his men. Cassel was in a mess at this time, with dust and scars on his body clearly visible, but even so, his eyes still flashed with stubbornness and unyielding.

On the other side of the hall, Graya was holding a sword, his posture agile, like a tiger ready to pounce on its prey at any time, staring at Cassel with a fierce look, and there was no mercy on his cold face.

"Tell me everything you know." Alpha's voice was deep and powerful, as if carrying an invisible pressure, echoing in the silent inner hall. Of course, it was Alpha who took Cassel away, there was no doubt about that.

At this moment, Cassel knew that the other party was not an ordinary copycat. Judging from their temperament, behavior, and the carefully arranged interrogation scene, the other party's identity was full of mystery. He raised his head slightly, looked directly at Alpha, and said slowly: "You are not from the copycat, who are you?" At this time, Cassel also realized the complexity of the other party's identity, and felt that things seemed not that simple.

Alpha sneered, his eyes revealing a hint of disdain. He flicked his fingers lightly, and a tiny ray of light flashed, and a small piece of wood chips on the chair was instantly ejected. This seemingly insignificant wood chip, driven by Alpha's powerful internal force, shot directly into Cassel's body at an extremely fast speed like a sharp arrow.

Cassel couldn't help but let out a scream, his body shook violently, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead. However, he gritted his teeth, endured the severe pain, and didn't beg for mercy. His resolute eyes revealed a kind of tenacity and indomitable spirit that only a tough guy can have, which moved people.

"That's right, then there's no need for interrogation." Alpha nodded slightly, with a look of approval on his face. In his opinion, Cassel's performance was enough to prove that he was a tough guy. Even if such a person continued to interrogate, he might not be able to obtain any valuable information. Moreover, these tedious interrogation matters were usually left to the monkey. After all, Alpha was not good at obtaining information through interrogation. He was more accustomed to using his own unique way to explore the truth.

Thinking of this, Alpha clenched his fists and squeezed them hard, and the solid armrest of the chair turned into pieces in his hands. He aimed at Cassel's head, and with a little force, he could end Cassel's life.

"Wait, what do you want to know?" Looking at the other person's cold eyes, Cassel knew that his time was running out. At this critical moment, he immediately put aside his previous stubbornness and begged for mercy eagerly, hoping to gain a glimmer of life from the hands of death.

"This is not the answer I want. Your chance is gone." Alpha said coldly. He knew that Cassel was a smart man, and he was just trying to wear out his patience by deliberately saying this.

"I said, the Birmingham Army is actually a group of bandits. Most of them are poor people who can't survive, and bankrupt industrialists..." Cassel began to introduce the truth he knew, trying to exchange for his own chance of survival by providing some valuable information.

After careful sorting and analysis, Alpha finally clearly understood the general composition of the Birmingham army from these complex information.

According to the intelligence provided by Cassel, the composition of the Birmingham Army was not much different from the bandits and refugees roaming around like ants in other areas.

Most of them are ordinary people who struggle under the pressure of life and still find it difficult to make a living. These people were originally just weaklings struggling to survive in this chaotic world, but the trick of fate made them embark on this bloody and violent road.

Alpha narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself. To him, the true identities of these people were not important. He was more concerned about the deep relationship hidden behind them.

"What is your connection with the Venetian government?" This was the key question Alpha wanted to know at the moment. After all, in his opinion, a group of displaced bandits and these refugees who were also displaced in the war should be two parallel lines with no intersection.

Cassel took a deep breath and slowly began to introduce: "Actually, in the beginning, there were many such refugee bandit gangs at the border of Venice and Milan. The situation was very chaotic at that time, and fierce fights and mergers often occurred between the gangs in order to compete for limited survival resources. In those brutal fights and endless wars, countless weak gangs were gradually eliminated, and in the end only three relatively strong bandit groups survived."

At this point, Cassel paused for a moment, as if recalling that thrilling history. Then, he continued, "It was at this time that the Venetian government noticed the three surviving bandit groups. They realized that instead of letting these bandit groups continue to commit crimes in the border area, it would be better to try to cooperate with them and bring their power under their control. So, the Venetian government took the initiative to contact the leaders of the three bandit groups. After many rounds of arduous and lengthy negotiations, the two sides finally reached a cooperation agreement. The three bandit groups merged into a new force, which is what we now call the Birmingham Army."

Alpha listened to Cassel's story quietly, without any change on his face. He was no longer surprised by such collusion between officials and gangsters. In this chaotic world, many things that are inconvenient or inappropriate for the official to deal with are often accomplished through some seemingly loose but actually closely cooperating forces.

"What is their purpose in attacking the bandits this time?" Alpha's tone revealed a hint of disdain. He didn't care much about this question. After all, in his eyes, these so-called justice and evil often become blurred in the face of power and interests.

Cassel shook his head helplessly and said, "I'm not too sure about this. The task they gave us is very simple, which is to block this passage and not let anyone go out, not even those innocent refugees." There was a hint of helplessness in Cassel's voice. He knew that he was just a small pawn in this huge conspiracy, and he didn't know much about the real purpose behind it.

At this moment, there was a sudden noise of footsteps in the distance. Reston ran over breathlessly, followed by dozens of skinny captives. "Lord Apollo, Aqiang stopped the fight and is approaching us." Reston reported the situation to Alpha while running.

Alpha's eyes flashed with worry. He knew that his idea of ​​saving these refugees might fail. He didn't expect the authorities to intervene, which made the already complicated situation even more difficult. A deep sense of powerlessness surged from the bottom of his heart, making him feel extremely heavy. "Let's go out and take a look." Alpha gritted his teeth and decided to face this sudden change in person.

In the mountain village filled with smoke and blood, Alpha led the crowd with a straight figure, and walked steadily and firmly towards the mountain village square. When they finally arrived at the open square, they saw a tragic scene, and the battle had basically ended.

The village, which was once full of passion and vitality, now seemed to be shrouded in a cruel nightmare. Countless corpses were lying on the ground, and blood gathered into a stream, slowly flowing on this once peaceful land.

The number of people in the mountain stronghold had an absolute advantage in this fierce battle. Even though they lost the prestigious leader, with their tenacious fighting will and the concerted efforts of many brothers (they had to give their all under the threat of death), the mountain stronghold was successfully preserved with great difficulty.

At this moment, Aqiang exuded a chilling aura, and he was leading the last thirty or so bandits to clean up the mess in an orderly manner. The faces of these bandits still showed the fatigue and ferocity after the battle, and their eyes revealed a kind of cruelty and numbness.

However, just as they were concentrating on cleaning up the battlefield, dozens of hostages (all women at 1:30) suddenly walked out from behind. The appearance of these hostages instantly made the bandits look surprised, and their muscles, which had been slightly relaxed due to fatigue, instantly tensed up. Then, the corners of their mouths gradually rose, revealing a cruel smile.

The bandits, who had just experienced a life-and-death battle, were in urgent need of finding a way to release their long-suppressed emotions. In their eyes, these weak women were undoubtedly the best tools for release. In their twisted values, women were just objects for them to vent their desires, and they were not worthy of respect or sympathy at all.

However, these bandits immersed in madness and cruelty seemed to have forgotten the six warriors in front of them. The six warriors were upright and had firm eyes, like insurmountable mountains. The hostages who came over also held their spears tightly in their hands, with firmness and determination in their eyes. They were not lambs to be slaughtered. However, for these bandits who had lost their minds, the weapons in their hands were just decorations, without any deterrent effect.

"Reston, it seems that you are really a traitor." Aqiang's eyes were as sharp as a knife. He saw Reston, the leader, at a glance and instantly understood the reason. It turned out that Reston took advantage of the fierce battle and cleverly rescued the captives from behind.

"You captured my family and threatened me. I have never obeyed you. You are a bunch of beasts!" Reston's voice was full of anger and hatred, and his eyes were burning with rage.

Reston gradually learned the truth from the survivors. What these people did was simply outrageous. They treated women as tools for sexual gratification, not caring about their lives. When they were alive, they continued to torture and humiliate them endlessly; after they died, they stored them like bacon.

"This is the way the world is. If I don't eat you, you will have to eat me. Why not let me eat you?" A Qiang showed an even more cruel smile on his face, as if in his world, the law of the jungle is the only law of survival. This is a cruel era where people eat each other.

"A bunch of beasts, there is no point in living." Alpha's voice was deep and powerful, like a cold voice of judgment echoing in the silent square. His words seemed to have determined the fate of these people, even if Alpha was interested in their abilities.

In fact, these people were not cannibalistic. When Alpha carefully checked the enemy's reserve warehouse, he found a lot of normal food reserves. However, these people could no longer be called human beings. They would do anything to satisfy their own desires, and they had no moral bottom line or humanity. If they were left here, they would cause trouble again sooner or later.

In the dim environment filled with tension and murderous atmosphere, Alpha's steady and resolute voice suddenly sounded, like a sharp blade cutting through the silence, with unquestionable majesty. Following this order, Graya was like an arrow shot from a bow, and rushed out first without hesitation.

Graya's figure looked particularly agile in the dim light and shadow. In fact, Graya had not been on the path of cultivation for long. Compared with those predecessors who had been immersed in the path of cultivation for many years, she was undoubtedly a latecomer. However, the gears of fate dragged her into a thrilling baptism of the Holy See's holy war.

It was a grand battle of faith, honor, and life and death. Countless powerful enemies came like a tide, and every minute and every second was full of danger and challenges. On the battlefield of blood and fire, Graya witnessed the fragility and tenacity of life, and felt the collision and fusion of power. She shuttled through the rain of swords and spears, and brushed shoulders with death countless times. Every time she was injured, every time she struggled to survive, her will became more determined, and her understanding of the way of cultivation became deeper.

After the baptism of the holy war, Graiya was like a phoenix reborn from the ashes, and her strength improved by leaps and bounds. Her perception became more acute, and she could detect the enemy's movements from the slightest changes in the breath; her strength also became more powerful, and every attack contained an overwhelming momentum.

At this moment, facing the group of mountain bandits in front of him, Graya had no fear in his heart. These mountain bandits usually burned, killed, robbed, and committed all kinds of evil, which was a great disaster in this land. Although they were numerous, in Graya's eyes, they were just a mob.

Graya's steps were light and steady, and every step seemed to be on the enemy's heart. He exuded an invisible deterrent force, which made the bandits feel timid. Her eyes were like the cold stars twinkling in the night sky, cold and sharp, tightly locked on the enemy in front of her, as if she would strike with thunder if there was any movement.

On the battlefield filled with smoke and tension, the strength of Reston and his companions, if measured by the strict standards of the knight class, could only be considered as mid-level knights. Although they had not yet reached the extraordinary realm that the top knights feared, each of them had accumulated considerable combat experience through years of battle and tempering.

You have to know that they were all elite soldiers under the government. Under the government's rigorous and systematic training system, they not only mastered various exquisite riding and swordsmanship skills, but also deeply understood the importance of teamwork and how to cooperate efficiently in a complex and ever-changing battlefield environment to achieve mission goals. This kind of deep-rooted combat quality is incomparable to those mobs who only know how to rob and loot and have no discipline at all.

At this moment, facing this group of unorganized and unsystematic rabble, Reston and his men showed extraordinary calmness and confidence. They knew that although these bandits were fierce and brutal, and their work style was barbaric and rough, it was precisely behind this seemingly reckless style that a unique fighting logic was hidden - steady and cautious, step by step.

At the beginning of the battle, Reston and his men quickly formulated a tactic. They were like a tightly interwoven net, methodically encircling the enemy from all directions. Each knight knew his own duties, and they cooperated with each other in a tacit understanding. Some knights were responsible for attracting the enemy's attention, deliberately exposing some flaws, and attracting the robbers to rush forward like hungry wolves; while some knights took the opportunity to launch a surprise attack from the flank or rear, giving the enemy an unexpected blow.

As the battle progressed, Reston and his men gradually gained the upper hand. They were not in a hurry to achieve success, but advanced step by step according to the established rhythm. Every attack was precise and powerful, and every defense was as solid as a rock. They were like a group of highly skilled dancers, dancing gracefully on this bloody stage, pushing the enemy into despair step by step.

The arrogant bandits began to panic in the face of this powerful offensive. Their formation was gradually disrupted, and the originally loose team became scattered. Reston and others seized this opportunity and continued to increase the intensity of the attack. They slowly squeezed the enemy into a narrow corner, leaving the bandits nowhere to escape. In this small corner, the bandits' ferocity and brutality became meaningless. They could only wait for their final fate to come under the tight encirclement of Reston and others.

"You can't kill me, or Lord Manster won't let you go."