Chapter 496： Mercenary Six

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"Ah-ah-ah-!

! "

Ferguson cried out in pain.

The red-hot soldering iron just stuck to the tight flesh.

Gray-white smoke emerged from between the soldering iron and the flesh, accompanied by the scalp-numbing sound of "Zi~Zi~Zi".

A smell of burnt meat began to fill the air.

Doug, who was standing not far away, couldn't help covering his nose.

After the prison guard in charge of branding felt that it was almost done, he held the handle and moved the branding iron away.

"Oh!" Ferguson let out a heavy moan the moment the soldering iron separated from the flesh.

He closed his eyes tightly, grinning his teeth, but his cheeks were bulging. Beads of sweat trickled down from his forehead, down his cheeks, until dripping from his chin, and fell to the ground.

A dark red mark appeared on Ferguson's strong arm, surrounded by flushed skin. The imprint consists of two parts, the top is a very vivid dragon head pattern, and the bottom is the abbreviation of the surname Graman in the Jiaowan language.

Another man in a white coat scooped out a spoonful of the goo from an earthen jar with a metal spoon and applied it to Ferguson's arm.

Ferguson suddenly felt a cold sensation spread on his hot arm just now, and it was numb. This should be some kind of ointment for scalding.

This doesn't completely eliminate the pain though, it's still painful.

"Gudong!" After watching the whole process, Doug swallowed a big mouthful, feeling weak all over, and it will be his turn next.

When he was working as a mercenary in Jiaowan, he also tortured his enemies. Among them was the branding iron, a favorite method of torture, but he never thought of using it on himself.

The prison guard put the soldering iron back into the red-burning stove to heat up, and waved to him after a while, "Come on, Doug, you can't escape this one."

Doug cursed in his heart. He suggested tattoos instead, but Erwin rejected it without saying a word.

He walked over with a heavy script and resigned himself to his fate.

Doug pulled out a wooden stick, which he was going to bite into later to ward off the pain, and he didn't want to yell like Ferguson with no grace.

The prison guard asked blankly, "Where is the burn?"

Major Erwin allows them to choose the location of the imprint, but it must be convenient for display.

Ferguson chose his arms, which can be covered with clothes at ordinary times, and he can just roll up his sleeves when he needs to see.

"I'm also here on the arm." Doug pointed to the outside of the upper arm of his right arm with his left hand, and then opened his mouth to bite the prepared wooden stick tightly, and his teeth were deeply embedded in the wood.

The prison guard took the handle and pulled the reheated soldering iron out of the stove. The soldering iron was red and red, and in Doug's eyes, it shone like the sun.

Being near the sun will burn you... must hurt, must hurt...

The brain suddenly recalled several experiences of being scalded in the previous life very uncooperatively, which made Doug break out a lot of cold sweat before he even started touching the soldering iron.

The prison guard held the soldering iron and gestured towards Doug's shoulder, and Doug's body dodged a few times uncontrollably.

"Haha! The cowards of the Black Dogs."

Ferguson next to him taunted at the right time. He gloated at his misfortune, with an expression of "you should try it too".

Doug squeezed his mouth again, feeling like his teeth were about to fall out, and he gave the guard a ready-to-go look, then closed his eyes.

The prison guard pushed his hand forward, quickly, accurately, and firmly brought the soldering iron into close contact with the skin on the outside of Doug's upper arm.

The voice of "Zi~Zi~Zi" sounded again, and the same burnt smell appeared in the air again.

"Ohh Ohh ohh!"

Doug's eyes widened in an instant, as if the eyeballs were about to pop out of their sockets, and the blood vessels in the whites of the eyes could be seen.

A few seconds later, the prison guard withdrew the soldering iron. When he lost contact, Doug felt that his skin had already stuck to the soldering iron, and the burning pain was immediately mixed with a tearing pain.

He bent down slightly, and the wooden stick in his mouth fell to the ground with a bang, and a large amount of saliva flowed out of his mouth, mixed with sweat and fell to the ground.

"Hahaha-"

He gasped heavily, as if it would make him feel better.

The white coat on the side also applied ointment to him.

"Okay, let's go back to the dormitory and rest first."

The prison guard, who put the soldering iron into the stove again to heat up, turned his head at them, signaling them to leave quickly.

"There are still many people behind!"

The two looked outside the room, there was a long line, all members of the two mercenary regiments, the Black Dog and the Rhinoceros, preparing to accept the brand that would give them a certain degree of freedom.

All the mercenaries made the same choice as their leader.

………

"Master Graham!"

In the lord's office, Chief of Staff Schroeder handed Paul a thick stack of documents.

"The mercenary has been selected, please take a look."

Paul took the information and flipped through a few pages, "So, all the mercenary captives 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 formation. No one rested, and no one fainted. Their physical fitness was up to standard. This is beyond As expected, the training time for them 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 in our labor camps and the relatively good food. "

"Okay!" Paul nodded. "Of course, the more people, the better. According to the original plan, give them a batch of armor and weapons, as well as a sum of money, and then the rest will be up to them."

"Huh!" He found something interesting, "Ferguson? Haha, Ferguson, Fergus, Ferguson, Fergus. Schroeder, do you remember that I have a knight named Fergus?"

"I remember," Schroeder confirmed. "The pronunciation of the name is very common, whether it is Horn Bay or Aldo."

He immediately returned to the topic, "My lord, I think we should send a group of our own people to follow them. We can't let these mercenaries do their own thing. They should follow the instructions from the Northwest Gulf."

"Oh, of course!" Paul agreed very much, "This is natural I have asked the Education Department to select a group of excellent instructors and accompany them back to Jiaowan. It is to watch them, manage them, and ensure that They obey orders, and at the same time, they must not commit evil deeds such as robbery and insulting women, otherwise they will corrupt our honor."

"In this case." Schroeder further suggested, "Should I choose a group of officers and students from the military academy to follow along, let them experience the real war up close, and watch how the armies other than Arda fight? , Summarize experience and laws, compile them into a book, enrich our database, and provide valuable materials for our army.”

"Ha! I was thinking of that too."

Paul said excitedly.

No matter in terms of scale or quality, the war in Jiaowan is not comparable to the usurper wars of previous years. This war is a very precious object of observation, allowing the Arda army to understand all aspects of the army of this era .

He ordered: "Schroeder, you should arrange this as soon as possible."

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