Trench Bolts and Magic

Chapter 22 Things are changing

Morin's gaze grew even colder; this had nothing to do with so-called country or identity.

He simply wanted to kill these scumbags who abused their status and bullied the weak.

Morin peeked out from the stairs and saw that the three abducted girls seemed to have been taken to different rooms.

Those depraved officers didn't even close the door.

This is practically written all over their face: "Come and kill me!"

After going upstairs, Morin quickly glanced around and instantly understood the situation of the entire second-floor corridor.

In the two rooms on the left and right, an officer was pinning a girl down on a table and the floor, tearing at her clothes.

In the room directly opposite the stairwell, the situation was even worse, with two officers working together to drag a struggling girl toward the bed.

Morin turned his head back and quickly issued combat orders using a simple and clear set of sign language.

He pointed to the two rooms on the left and right, then nodded to the four soldiers, indicating that they should work in pairs and deal with the situation separately.

Then he pointed to himself and Corporal Bowman, and then to the room in the middle.

Everyone nodded knowingly.

Morin took a deep breath, his eyes sharpening. He held up three fingers, then withdrew them one by one.

The moment he retracted the last finger, he suddenly swung it downwards!
Six figures, like cheetahs, silently pounced on their respective targets.

In the middle room, the two royal army officers were immersed in the excitement of their impending success, completely unaware that death was about to descend.

When one of them sensed something amiss behind him and instinctively turned around, it was already too late.

Morin appeared behind him like a ghost, his left hand flashing out to cover his mouth and nose from behind, silencing him completely.

At the same time, the bayonet gripped tightly in his right hand was already placed against his neck with its cold blade.

This 'lucky guy' needs to be spared for now, as Morin and the others will have many questions to 'consult' with him later.

On the other hand, Corporal Bowman's actions were more direct and brutal.

He pounced on the other officer like a hungry tiger, pinning him to the ground.

Before the other party could react, the bayonet in his hand cleanly and decisively pierced through the other party's neck.

The officer didn't even have time to scream before his body convulsed a few times and he fell completely silent.

Just like a butcher slaughtering a pig.

The battles in the other two rooms ended just as quickly.

With an absolute advantage of two against one, the other two officers acting alone had no chance to resist and were eliminated almost simultaneously.

The whole process took less than ten seconds, as fast as a silent film played at an accelerated pace.

Instead of immediately killing the prisoner in his hands, Morin tapped him on the neck with the back of his bayonet, signaling him to behave.

The three rescued girls, dressed in rags, huddled in a corner, trembling with fear, their eyes filled with terror and bewilderment.

Morin had two soldiers bring out several blankets from the room and cover them with them, then took them to an empty room next door to comfort them.

He and Corporal Bowman then began interrogating the officer who had been spared his life.

Feng Shui turns.

Two days ago, he was a prisoner being tortured while tied to a chair.

Now, he has become the one who holds the power of life and death over others.

The officer, who was being held captive by Morin, looked at the miserable state of his comrade on the ground and felt the cold touch on his neck. His body trembled violently, and his crotch quickly became wet.

"I ask, you answer."

Morin spoke coldly in fluent Aragon:

"If you dare to play any tricks, or if you displease me, I will immediately slit your throat, understand?"

Upon hearing Morin's words, the officer nodded frantically like a chicken pecking at rice, his eyes filled with the relief of surviving a close call. "Name, rank, unit number."

Morin's voice was devoid of any emotion, and he looked at the officer as if he were looking at a dead man.

Juan Juan de Rivera

The officer's voice was hoarse and trembling, tinged with a heavy sob.

"Lieutenant Colonel Battalion Commander, 1st Battalion, 126th Regiment, 48th Brigade, 24th Infantry Division of the State Council."

Both Morin and Corporal Bowman next to him were somewhat surprised by the answer.

They thought they had only taken down a few ordinary officers, but they never expected to catch a big fish, a genuine lieutenant colonel battalion commander.

However, looking at the man in front of him who was so scared that he wet himself and had no military bearing whatsoever, Morin began to have doubts.

"Lieutenant Colonel Battalion Commander? You?"

Morin lightly tapped the other man's cheek with the flat of his bayonet, and said with some confusion:
"It doesn't look like it to me."

Upon hearing his words, Juan's body trembled violently, and he almost blurted out the answer:

"It was bought, sir! This military rank was bought with money!"

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"I was originally just a nobleman from the north. When I heard that the allies of the Holy Britannian Empire were coming to help, I thought the war would end soon! So I thought I'd spend money to join the army and get some seniority, to prepare for the future."

These words made Maureen feel relieved about his previous behavior.

It's a pipe dream to expect a speculator who climbs the ladder through scheming and money to have backbone.

"Very good, you are very honest."

Morin nodded and continued, "Has the entire 24th Infantry Division been deployed to Seville?"

"Yes, yes! The entire division has come and is stationed in the city and surrounding positions!"

"What is your mission in Seville?!"

Juan dared not conceal anything and told everything he knew, like beans spilling from a bamboo tube.

"Our mission is to rely on the city and cooperate with the friendly forces of the Holy Britannian Empire to stop your attack."

"Where are the Brittanyans? Where are they?"

"They're here too! Their people are in the city! There seem to be two or three thousand of them, supposedly the elite troops of the Northumberland Fusiliers!"

At this point, Juan seemed to remember something important, and in order to save his life, he hurriedly added:

"Sir! Sir! The Brittanyians have also sent more than a dozen mages in robes this time!"

"A mage?" Morin's heart sank.

"Yes! I met them once when I visited the division headquarters and talked with the senior officers. It seems they are planning to assign these mages to different units to assist in combat!"

Do you know the specific battle plan?

"Sir, I'm just a lieutenant colonel and battalion commander. How could I possibly know such a high-level operational plan?"

The captured Kingdom army lieutenant colonel spoke with a bitter face, but after seeing the cold glint of the dagger Morin held to his neck, he added:

"All I know is that our superiors told us not to launch any attacks, but to stay in Seville and defend. That's all I know."

"Okay, thank you for your cooperation."

Morin walked up to the officer, smiled, and patted him on the shoulder.

"You're welcome, sir. It's my pleasure to serve you."

The lieutenant colonel forced an awkward smile, but before he could even breathe a sigh of relief, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest.

He looked down and saw a thin, long bayonet plunged into his heart.

(End of this chapter)