Chapter 599: In the Camp — Yeluba's Temporary Contingency

Yeluba still held quite a bit of prestige among the soldiers; after all, the raid he led on Changmai Village previously had made quite a few soldiers rich, and whoever could lead them to wealth was likely to have the hearts of these soldiers.

At this moment, Yeluba and his direct subordinates raised their swords to the sky and shouted in unison to stop, which instantly made the scene quiet down.

But then someone in the crowd shouted loudly: "Are you trying to shield those two? They have already resisted with force at this point!"

Adjutant Piluo followed the sound to look at the person who spoke, a young soldier in ordinary attire with an unfamiliar face. He nodded slightly at the other party, then continued the young soldier's words and shouted loudly: "That is well said, but everyone please calm down. I, for one, believe that our Captain Excellency would not do something like shielding others, right? Even if those two are your loyal subordinates?"

If not for having a backup plan, these words from Adjutant Piluo could have cornered Yeluba in one fell swoop.

At this time, no matter how Kongda and Bolisi said it wasn't them, it was estimated that no other soldiers would believe it. Whatever they said was useless; after all, since everyone regarded the fact that the two had taken action last night as a reality, even if it wasn't the truth, it would become the only truth.

"I certainly will not shield those who ambushed and killed their companions," Yeluba said loudly in a strange tone.

He said this first to stabilize the emotions of the dozens of soldiers looking at him, then raised his eyebrows and waved his hands broadly as he continued: "But is the matter really that simple?"

Although he had only just instructed his subordinates to take some of the belongings from the tents of the two killed men and had not made any further arrangements, his brain was sharp, and he still said without changing his expression: "If we can determine who the murderer is based solely on the guidance of a trail of blood footprints, then judging by that, we might truly have been deceived by the real murderer!"

In the crowd, a young soldier wearing ordinary Soldier Armor narrowed his eyes and moved backward without a trace, his eyes fixed on Yeluba who was speaking. This soldier did not expect that his arrangements from last night would generally be enough, especially in providing 'guidance' for the restless and agitated crowd.

Could it be that this soldier Captain Yeluba also possessed the skills of a detective?

The young soldier in the crowd thought to himself.

He was just about to speak up again to issue a challenge, questioning the other party for shielding his subordinates and muddying the waters once more.

But he didn't need to speak anymore; Adjutant Piluo stood out at this moment, his Cavalry Sword slightly unsheathed at his waist, and sternly questioned: "What do you want to say? What are you doing? Do you really want to shield your subordinates? Can their heinous acts, even against our own people, be shielded by you? Huh? If that's the case, then I can say that from now on, every night, everyone will have to be careful, because as long as anyone is not 'loyal' to our Captain Excellency in words and actions, they will have their heads severed by his loyal dogs..."

"... clutching them to beg for rewards from our Captain Excellency!!!"

After Adjutant Piluo finished speaking, he looked provocatively at the subordinates behind Yeluba.

These men, described by Piluo as hunting dogs seeking to please their master, glared at Piluo one after another.

And it wasn't as if Piluo had no one behind him; soldiers who leaned toward Piluo, soldiers who didn't want to be dogs fawning over Yeluba, and soldiers who wanted to leave this place as soon as possible, all drew their swords and stood behind Piluo to cheer him on.

The two sides confronted each other, while some who were neither Yeluba's men nor Piluo's men stood on the side, extremely nervous, fearing that the argument would turn into a conflict, and the conflict into a slaughter, and they didn't know who they should help, or whether to help neither? Or be attacked by both sides?

But Adjutant Piluo looked at Yeluba with burning eyes; he was not afraid of escalating the matter at all, because he knew this Captain Excellency opposite him too well.

He knew that Yeluba was not afraid of the soldiers breaking out into conflict, but was terrified that he, the Knight Adjutant, might suffer a mishap during the conflict. Once he died, the Knight Hartna, who appeared to be dying from severe injuries, would inevitably consume a 【Courage Potion】, erupt with the final strength of his life, and kill all the rebellious soldiers in this Yingdi.

Yeluba, who understood the capabilities of a Knight, knew all too well that this was not impossible for a Knight. Especially for himself; while other soldiers had the possibility of splitting up and fleeing to find a way to survive, he certainly did not.

Once Knight Hartna broke out, the first person he would inevitably kill was him!

Unless he gave up everything at this moment and stayed far away from this place, far away from Knight Hartna.

But wanting to make a killing by relying on the target of the Knight's transaction, even at the risk of his life, he still wanted that money!

"Everyone calm down! Everyone calm down!"

Yeluba put away his sword first, then turned and pressed the swords of his subordinates back into their Sword Sheaths one by one. Seeing him put away his sword, the soldiers on the opposite side who supported Piluo also took the hint and stopped, one after another returning their Soldier Swords to their Sword Sheaths.

Clang, clang, clang, clang—

A sound of blades entering sheaths.

"Everyone calm down! Piluo, you really are something; do you really believe I am the kind of person who would shield a criminal?" Just as Yeluba finished speaking, the faces of Kongda and Bolisi to the side turned pale.

They did not believe their loyal Captain would believe such outrageous slander and identify them, the innocent, as the criminals who murdered their colleagues! After all, they really hadn't done such a thing; even if they wanted to do such a thing, they wouldn't choose to take action against Bie'eoke.

The two of them were just about to speak up to argue, when Yeluba raised his hand to stop their words: "I know what you want to say, and I understand your feelings at this moment, but please everyone calm down! Perhaps, just as I said earlier, things are not as simple as they appear on the surface!"

He changed the subject: "I know Kongda and Bolisi; they follow my orders and have fought against terrifying Monsters more than once under my command! Everyone has hacked at Killer Vines! And we have all linked arms to pull up companions who fell into the mire! Kongda, you once heroically rescued two companions who had fainted for no reason; does everyone remember this?"

"That did happen!" someone muttered to themselves.

"I remember, because one of them was me!" Standing among the soldiers who were staying neutral, one person stood out and said.

The tall, disheveled, and strong soldier Kongda nodded at the soldier who stood out. He was clumsy with words, and although he understood in his heart that the other party was brave enough to stand out and bear immense pressure, he didn't know how to open his mouth to express his gratitude.

"As for Bolisi, ha, this young man is brave enough in battle, but as for skill, I'm not mocking you, but three of you combined probably couldn't beat Bie'eoke, who was killed last night. That old dog would toy with you until you died."

Bolisi's originally pale face flushed rapidly because of these words. He wanted to say something to prove his skill, but these words were spoken by Captain Yeluba, and it was indeed a fact. He opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.

"So, is it possible that things are not as everyone sees them right now?" The previous speech was not in vain; by praising and belittling Kongda and Bolisi, the goal was to make everyone rethink the possibility that the murderer was not the two of them.

Even though Yeluba himself didn't know if the two who died last night were really killed by the two of them.

But, yes, or no, it didn't matter.

What mattered was that people could be killed, but the murderer must not be his close subordinates!

The truth is often unimportant; a result that everyone can accept is what matters! A result that is beneficial to oneself is what matters! A result that can soothe the emotions of the crowd is what matters.

Many times, the truth of a matter really has no practical significance.

Yeluba understood this point too well, which is why, after Knight Hartna was severely injured, he seized the opportunity favorable to himself, immediately launched a rebellion, and sent the soldiers who took orders from Knight Hartna to Changmai Village or further away. At that time, he satisfied the interests of most soldiers, so most soldiers stood on his side or remained neutral, watching him launch the rebellion.

Piluo hesitated a bit; he was actually quite persuaded by Yeluba's words. He looked at the other soldiers behind him, and these people also seemed to be persuaded, knowing that they could not pin the crime on Kongda and Bolisi here, so he asked: "Then, Captain Excellency, do you have an answer?"

The attention of the crowd was once again drawn by this question.

"An answer, perhaps there really is one." Yeluba smiled mysteriously. This feigned confidence, combined with his mature and handsome image, was still very convincing to the soldiers.

If the person saying this were a wretched, ugly person, even if they were speaking the truth of the world, it was estimated that someone would doubt it by three parts.

"Follow me, all of you! One of my subordinates just reported an important piece of news to me, and perhaps this news can turn this conflict, which is about to ignite, in another direction."

"Follow me, all of you!" Yeluba waved his hand and led the crowd back from in front of the tents of Kongda and Bolisi, returning to the front of the tent of the two killed soldiers. The soldiers exchanged glances and whispered to each other, but Kongda and Bolisi were always firmly sandwiched in the middle of the crowd, only able to move passively as the crowd moved.

In front of the tent of the killed, the smell of blood here was exceptionally thick because the tent was opened, making the mood of some soldiers who had a better relationship with the killed soldiers become irritable and uneasy again.

And in the crowd, Jier, who was also wearing a set of ordinary Soldier Armor, looked at Yeluba in the center of the crowd with curiosity, not understanding what this person could possibly see. His arrangements last night were very rough, but Jier understood that sometimes it was such rough arrangements and plans that were often the most terrifying perfect crimes.

Because in this kind of situation, no one would care about the truth of the matter; everyone was immersed in their own emotions, letting themselves be manipulated by intense emotions, leading them to run wildly in the direction Jier needed.

At the scene of the murder, Jier did not leave any more traces, and his methods were seasoned and precise. If a forensic doctor from his previous life were present, they might be able to reconstruct the size, length, and sharpness of the weapon through the wounds of the killed, or even find him, the murderer, by checking the residual blood on everyone's weapons and conducting DNA comparisons.

But isn't this another world? Under the current crude conditions, Jier didn't know what this 'detective' Yeluba could possibly see?

But soon, Yeluba's actions gave Jier a good lesson, letting Jier understand just how formidable human shamelessness could be. In the moral lowlands of humanity, there are always people with even lower moral standards; there is no way to compare in this regard.

"Just now, Piluo and I went into the tent of the killed soldiers to inspect it. At that time, we discovered the clue of the residual blood outside the tent, so we followed this direct clue."

Yeluba stood at the entrance of the killed soldiers' tent, pointing at the bloodstains gradually extending on the ground, and expressed his opinion.

"But what if this thing was a fake clue specifically created by someone?" He shouted his challenge loudly. These words were for everyone to hear; he knew that most of these soldiers under his command had little knowledge or skill, so he needed to explain the matter very clearly.

Adjutant Piluo was the first to keep up with Yeluba's pace: "You say this is a fake clue, where is the evidence? Or rather, what is the real clue?"

His question hit the nail on the head, and Yeluba was just waiting for Piluo to ask that.

"Well asked. You went into the tent to inspect just now, but you seemed to only have your gaze drawn by the wounds on the two dead Soldiers, thereby overlooking some things! But I thought very carefully about other possibilities, so after everyone was drawn to the bloodstains on the ground, I immediately arranged for one of my subordinates to check on the things I was concerned about."

Yeluba's way of speaking was a bit circuitous, but his goal was simple: on one hand, it was to let the Soldiers whose minds didn't turn so fast keep up, and on the other hand, it was to elevate himself and belittle Adjutant Piluo. Don't look at the method as simple, but it was effective, especially for these crude Soldiers around him; playing mind games with them often didn't work, but this kind of simple and effective rhetoric was accurate every time.

This was the experience Yeluba had gained from managing Soldier squads for many years, and Piluo, who was directly a Knight Adjutant, didn't realize this point. He only felt that Yeluba was targeting him in every word, but he didn't realize that these words weren't Yeluba mocking or teasing him, but were specifically spoken for the surrounding Soldiers to hear.

At this moment, Yeluba pointed at the subordinate Soldier he had arranged and asked loudly: "Tell us, I had you go 'inspect' the personal belongings of the two killed Soldiers just now, what 'discoveries' did you make?"

Yeluba deliberately placed emphasis on the two terms, and the Soldier he called naturally understood the implication.

This Soldier was a bit nervous; there was no help for it, as the Soldier's own pockets were still stuffed with the killed Soldiers' personal belongings, and now he had to spout nonsense in front of so many colleagues, which was indeed a test of psychological composure.

"Yes, sir, I did make a discovery! Everyone pay attention, after I went into the tent and inspected, I found that the personal belongings of the two killed Soldiers had traces of being rummaged through and searched, and the property they left behind was very little. This is not right!"

In order to relieve his nervousness, this Soldier who was spouting nonsense shouted loudly.

And everyone around was stunned by what this person said at this moment. None of them were fools; even the dullest person realized something. They looked toward the inside of the tent one after another, not at the two corpses, but at the personal bundles and Backpacks of the Soldiers beside the corpses.

Jier raised his eyebrows. Of course, he hadn't touched the two Soldiers' personal belongings last night, because after these Soldiers were wiped out today, their property would either be returned to the Changmai Village Villagers, or held personally as spoils of war by his own Warriors, and the rest would also fall into his hands.

In fact, Jier didn't really care about the pittance in these Soldiers' hands; the most valuable thing about these Soldiers themselves was the weapon equipment on their bodies!

In terms of equipment, the weapons and gear of this group of Soldiers were simply luxurious. Almost everyone had Soldier Armor protected by Metal Armor Plates, everyone had a Metal Helmet, the Long Sword in their hands was also a fine Steel Sword, and the Soldier Bows in some Soldiers' hands were of even better performance, clearly made by highly skilled bow-making Craftsmen who spent a great deal of effort. The Shield in their hands was also an excellent Shield that balanced weight and defensive power.

Simply put, just the equipment on these Soldiers could not be obtained for less than at least ten Gold Coins, and even with mass production, the price would still not be low.

This was the greatest harvest for Jier.

After routing these Soldiers, even if he armed all his Warriors, there would still be over a hundred sets of standard Soldier equipment falling into his hands.

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