Chapter 500 Mercenary 6
"Ah-ah-ah-!!!"
Ferguson screamed in agony.
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 carrying out the branding felt that it was almost done, he held the handle and removed the branding iron.
"Ugh!" The moment the iron separated from his flesh, Ferguson let out a heavy groan.
He closed his eyes tightly, bared his teeth, but his cheeks bulged up, and large 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 imprint consists of two parts. The upper part is a very vivid dragon head pattern, and the lower part is the abbreviation of the surname Grayman in Jiaowan language.
Another man in a white coat used a metal spoon to scoop out a spoonful of the goo from a clay pot and applied it to Ferguson's arm.
Ferguson suddenly felt a cold sensation spreading on his arm that was burning just now, and it was numb. This should be some kind of ointment for treating burns.
But this doesn't 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, and after a while he waved to him, "Come on, Doug, you can't escape this time."
Doug cursed in his heart. He had proposed a tattoo instead, but Erwin rejected it without saying a word.
He walked over with heavy steps 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 didn't want to yell without grace like Ferguson.
The prison guard asked expressionlessly: "Where are you branded?"
Major Erwin allowed them to choose the location of the brand, but it had to be convenient for display.
Ferguson chose his arms, which can be covered with clothes at ordinary times. 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 in 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.
If you get close to the sun, you will get burned...it must be very painful, it must be very painful...
Uncooperatively, his brain suddenly recalled several experiences of being burned in his previous life, which caused Doug to break out in a heavy cold sweat before even touching the soldering iron.
The prison guard held the branding iron and gestured at Doug's shoulder. Doug's body dodged uncontrollably a few times.
"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 branding 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.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"
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.
"Hahaha--"
He was breathing heavily, as if it would make him feel better.
The white coat on the side also applied ointment to him.
"Okay, you go back to the dormitory and rest first."
The prison guard put the soldering iron into the stove to heat it again and turned his head towards them, signaling them to leave quickly.
"There are many people behind you!"
The two looked outside the house and saw a long line of people from the Black Dog and Rhino mercenary groups, preparing to accept the brand that would give them a certain degree of freedom.
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All the mercenaries made the same choice as their leader.
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"Lord Grayman!"
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 Horn Bay?"
Schroder: "Yes, Major Elvin tested them. They could stand in the sun for an hour and maintain the formation. No one rested, no one fainted. Our expectations can shorten the training time for them to deploy it to Kokwan as soon as possible to perform combat tasks. "
"Okay!" Paul nodded. "Of course, the more people are, the better. According to the original plan, give them a batch of armor and weapons, and a sum of money, and then the rest depends on themselves."
"Well!" He found an interesting place, "Ferguson? Haha, Ferguson, Fergus, Ferguson, Fergus. Schroder, do you remember that I have a knight called Fergus?"
"I remember." Schroder confirmed: "The pronunciation of this name is very common, whether it is Kok Bay or Oldo."
He immediately returned the conversation to the topic. "Adult, I think we should send a group of our own people to follow them. They cannot completely let these mercenaries be self -proclaimed. They should listen to the instructions of the Northwest Bay."
"Oh, of course!" Paul agreed very much. "This is natural. I have asked the Teaching Department to choose a group of excellent instructors and return to Kok Bay with them. We must not do bad deeds such as robbery and insulting women, otherwise they will be corrupted will be our honor. "
"That's it." Schroe further proposed. "Whether to choose a group of officers and students in the military college also followed the past to let them feel the real war at close range, and watch how the troops other than Alida fight , Summarize experience and laws, compile them into books, enrich our database, and provide valuable materials for our army. "
"Ha! I was thinking about this too."
Paul said excitedly.
In terms of scale or quality, the war of the Kokwan is not comparable to the war in the past few years. Essence
He ordered: "Schroord, you go to arrange this as soon as possible."
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