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A total of seventeen Slavic prisoners were brought into the small city and knelt in the small square at its center.
The citizens of Fuyu City and the people of Shive watched them with eyes blazing, wishing they could eat their flesh and drink their blood to avenge their ruined homes and lost lives.
Fang Er stood in the middle and, seeing their emotions, quickly spoke to appease them.
Damn it, he finally understood why Lev Perovsky died so miserably. It turned out the common people had gnawed him to death!
My fellow countrymen, Fang knows the hatred in your hearts!
But it is imperative to find out where the other yellow-haired devils have gone!
Otherwise, disaster will strike again sooner or later. Please understand!
The surrounding populace quieted down a little after hearing this, as they also knew that it was Fang Er who led the troops to save them.
After retreating a certain distance, they remained outside to watch how Fang Er would deal with these yellow-haired devils.
Wu Guliang!
At your service.
What was the name of the previous prisoner? Did we find out?
Reporting to Your Grace, you mean that yellow-haired devil who understands the languages of the Western Regions?
Yes, him!
Reporting to Your Grace, we did find out his name. That devil is called Frey Jaski.
Fang Er: ........
Alright then, have that Frey Jaski question these prisoners and ask where the other yellow-haired devils have gone!
Those who confess honestly will be granted a quick death!
As for those who remain stubborn, heheheheh!
After speaking, Fang Er flashed a deadly smile at the prisoners on the ground.
His smile sent shivers down the spines of the prisoners below.
Frey Jaski was brought over, and Wu Guliang approached him, starting to converse with him according to Fang Er's instructions.
Frey Jaski, where does Abba Abba bloom?
Alibaba ho ho ho!
After hearing Wu Guliang's words, Frey Jaski nodded furiously, then gave Fang Er a fawning smile before walking up to the prisoners.
Buy four radishes, chop them up and mince them!
Add four pieces of tofu, gurgle gurgle.
No Sichuan peppercorns or star anise, add a few drops of vinegar.
Sour and cloying, drink it all down!
One of the prisoners raised his head at this, looked at Frey Jaski, and shook his head: A cloth bag is okay, but it needs seasoning~!
Frey Jaski: Add shit!
The prisoner continued to shake his head: Not good enough!
Frey Jaski: Add a ton of shit!
The prisoner nodded: Delicious! I'll eat it all in three gulps!
Frey Jaski looked somewhat troubled, then turned to Wu Guliang and relayed his conversation with the prisoner in the Western Regions' language.
Your Grace, this fellow says he doesn't know where those people went.
Wu Guliang walked up to Fang Er and reported.
Fang Er raised an eyebrow: Zhao Dezhu!
Yes, sir!
Go, fetch a pot of boiling water! These devils like to eat human flesh, so I'll let them eat their fill!
Yes, Your Grace!
The cooks of the Skyfire Army were already starting fires for meals, and Zhao Dezhu ran over to get a kettle of boiling water.
Your Grace, what should I do?
I've heard of a method for eating donkeys: select the tenderest meat from a live donkey, scald it in boiling water, then cut it off, and apply medicine to the wound, ensuring the donkey survives.
Understand?
Zhao Dezhu's eyes rolled: Your Grace, I understand!
He then turned towards the prisoner who had spoken earlier and kicked him to the ground.
The prisoner's expression was one of extreme terror. He didn't know what he was about to face, but it certainly wouldn't be anything good.
Brothers, come help me hold him down!
Yes, General.
Zhao Dezhu's subordinates quickly rushed forward, pinning the prisoner firmly to the ground.
Zhao Dezhu raised his hand, and the boiling water from the kettle was poured directly onto his philtrum.
Sizzling!
After the boiling water was poured, the prisoner began to writhe frantically, letting out ear-splitting screams.
Ah~~ Suka~~ Suka Blet~~!
Upon hearing this, Fang Er turned his gaze to Wu Guliang. Old Wu, being sharp, quickly asked Frey Jaski what that phrase meant.
Frey Jaski looked distressed but couldn't refuse, so he translated it for Wu Guliang.
Your Grace, this bastard dared to curse us!
Wu Guliang was immediately enraged upon hearing this. His merchant caravan hadn't been found yet!
Fuyu City has ten thousand people, Shive has over a hundred thousand people. Today, only over ten thousand were rescued, a significant difference in numbers!
Fang Er reached out, drew the dagger from Jing Qi's waist, and threw it to Old Wu.
Then you go and gag him. They like to eat meat, don't they? That part should be cooked by now. Let him have a good taste of it.
Wu Guliang did not find such actions cruel at all. He believed that one must use appropriate methods to deal with different people.
For creatures worse than beasts, no amount of cruelty is too much!
He took the dagger and walked over to Zhao Dezhu: General, allow me to handle this dirty work.
Zhao Dezhu stepped back: Hey, good! Don't let it go to waste!
The prisoner, who had been on the verge of fainting, perked up upon hearing their conversation, wanting to see what was happening.
Then, he saw Wu Guliang holding a dagger and directly slitting his philtrum.
The seven-tenths cooked piece had long lost its sensation, but as he saw a familiar object being held and pushed into his mouth, the prisoner's eyes widened almost to the point of falling out.
Ah~~!
Nyet! Nyet! Nyet!
This time, Wu Guliang didn't need to ask. Frey Jaski, quick-witted, translated beside him. He was already scared out of his wits by this method!
Hey, you don't want it? Do you think you can just refuse?
Which brother has salt on him? Add a little for him, otherwise, it'll be dry and hard to eat, and we wouldn't want to waste it.
Here, here, I have some!
A soldier from the Skyfire Army took out a small cloth bag from his pocket, containing seasoning packets used for instant noodles. He walked over, grabbed a handful of seasoning, and sprinkled it on the piece.
After the soldier finished sprinkling, Wu Guliang stuffed the piece into the prisoner's mouth, then stomped on his mouth to seal it, preventing the prisoner from spitting it out.
Having completed this, he turned to Frey Jaski and instructed him to continue interrogating the other prisoners.
What did the one with the butt-shaped hairstyle say?
Do not advise kindness without having experienced hardship yourself!
If the knife is not in your own flesh, no one knows how much it hurts!
Chewing on your own flesh, you realize how evil cannibalism is!
I believe this fellow will never have another chance to eat meat in this life, nor the next, nor the life after that!
If their sins were to be judged, these people should at least be sent to the nineteenth layer of hell! The eighteenth layer wouldn't be enough.