Chapter 1447: Don't Let Him Die

"Regimental Commander, we have already captured all the people. Are we safe now? Can we continue to the Golden Autumn Gathering?"

Regarding the soldiers' doubts, the Regimental Commander still gave a negative answer: "No. That savage Leader is not telling the truth, and what he led was only a Small Team. It is impossible for a tribe as large as the Wulenge Tribe to have only this many people."

"Judging by his tone, I fear their main force is still ahead. We were able to defeat them because they underestimated the enemy and sent few people, and our equipment is good enough. But if we go over there and encounter their true main force, our few people will not be enough to handle it. What can we do? Going over there is just throwing our lives away."

"Now that we have captured so many people, we can take them back to Huaxia. We can also get some detailed information about the Wulenge Tribe out of that Leader's mouth. Those people definitely have ways; they have plenty of methods for extracting information and questioning, and they will certainly be able to handle a savage."

"If we can obtain specific information about the Wulenge Tribe, I believe it might be much more important than a Golden Autumn Gathering."

"Why do you say that, Regimental Commander? We worked so hard to master the Golden Autumn Gathering, and we can still trade for some good things there. How can you say we should just give up? If we give up this year, I fear the Golden Autumn Gathering will belong to the Wulenge Tribe next year, or it might even cease to exist. Wouldn't our efforts from all those past years be in vain?"

As an Advanced officer, the Regimental Commander's knowledge and intelligence were far superior to these soldiers, so he was very clear about which was more important: "Our taking of the Golden Autumn Gathering, in the final analysis, is still to control the western territory and the tribes, to let them know that Huaxia is very powerful."

"However, the largest tribe in the west right now is the Wulenge Tribe. If we can conquer the Wulenge Tribe, the entire west and northwest will be mostly stabilized, leaving only some scattered small tribes."

"If we in Huaxia say we want to recruit them and provide them with help and protection, would they not all be willing to join Huaxia? After all, both the Jiangshui Tribe and the Wulenge Tribe have already joined Huaxia; the remaining small tribes have no need to resist. Isn't that the logic?"

"Ah, Regimental Commander, so that is the reason! Then we will go back, take them back, and that will also be a great achievement, right?"

The Regimental Commander felt no sorrow over the failed mission; instead, he felt very expectant about the future: "Of course. This is a great victory. Not only did we survive the siege of the Wulenge Tribe, but we also captured so many prisoners, one of whom likely holds a high status. If we can question him about the situation of the Wulenge Tribe, then our merit will be much greater than just running to the Golden Autumn Gathering to trade for some goods. Children, this is Military Merit!"

The Regimental Commander's words made everyone's morale soar. Although several comrades had died along the way and many were injured, they would now be able to obtain Military Merit instead of bearing the charge of failing a mission.

Their team was not entirely made up of veterans; nearly half were new recruits. They were only sent to execute this mission to give them enough training, so they had never expected to be able to obtain Military Merit. If these words had come from their own Squad Leader or Platoon Leader, they might not have believed it, but this was the Regimental Commander!

How many Regimental Commanders are there in all of Huaxia? Although many have the rank of a regiment, not many have actual power. But there happened to be one here, so what he said must be highly credible.

Bosa was kept under separate guard because he was the most important one. If those prisoners of war were to pull any tricks, Bosa would certainly be the one leading them, so keeping him separated was the most appropriate course of action.

Furthermore, because of the language barrier, they were very afraid that these prisoners of war would plot to escape or something. Since they could not understand them, they simply tied a grass rope in everyone's mouth to keep them from speaking.

But they forgot one point: because they had poisoned the water, everyone now showed very obvious symptoms of poisoning. The prisoners of war were all wailing, and even with ropes tied in their mouths, they were still wailing. If you asked them how they were doing, they could not understand you and could not answer.

Bosa was the same. His symptoms started the earliest, and he was vomiting and having diarrhea; there was truly nothing else to be done. To keep this important figure from dying, the Military Doctor had to force-feed him water to make him vomit continuously.

Bosa did not cooperate, so in the end, a long Bamboo Tube was shoved into his mouth. Water was poured in from the top, and Bosa began to swallow involuntarily, otherwise he would have suffocated to death. In the end, he was force-fed an unknown amount of water and then forced to vomit it back up, repeating this process countless times. Bosa's face became so bloated from the soaking that the torture was finally stopped.

Finally, the Military Doctor also said: "I can only do this much. Whether he lives or not depends on his fate. If he is still alive tomorrow, then he will be fine."

Bosa asked the Soldier guarding him in confusion: "Why not just kill me? Why torture me like this? Giving me water to drink won't drown me."

The Soldier was terrified that giving Bosa a kick would kill him, so he did not dare to hit him: "The water you all drank was poisoned by us. If it weren't for you being useful, do you think we would go to such lengths to save you?"

"Your tribesmen are still wailing over there, and none of us are paying any attention to them. If they die, they die."

Bosa remained silent. At this moment, he also felt that he still quite wanted to live; he would live one more day for every day he could. But he would never let them get his information about the Wulenge Tribe.

"Regimental Commander, I have done my best with that savage." The Military Doctor reported to the Regimental Commander, panting.

The Regimental Commander was shocked: "Dead? Did he die from the poison, or did he have internal injuries?"

The Regimental Commander was truly agitated now. He had just been describing a beautiful future to everyone, and everything depended on Bosa, the Leader. If Bosa died, their merit would be reduced by a great deal.

"He's not dead yet, but I don't know how to continue treating him. If I keep pouring water into him, he'll be standing in a river. The water in his stomach should be mostly vomited out, but whether the amount he absorbed will kill him, I don't know."

The Regimental Commander sighed: "Sigh, then that's that. If he dies, it means we don't have that luck, and we won't get this merit."

"What merit? He's just a Leader. Isn't it enough to just have others prove that you killed him? Our soldiers' words don't count, but those savages' words should count, right?"

The Regimental Commander pointed to his mouth: "It won't work. He is the only one who can speak our language, and he is a Leader, so he definitely knows more. It's not the same."