Lord: Marry the villain's daughter at the beginning?

"General, general!"

With gentle shaking, Hammond gradually woke up from his coma.

As the scene in front of him gradually became clear, Hammond gradually relaxed. This was his room in Silver Wing City.

But Hammond soon realized something was wrong.

"Night attack! How is the night attack going?" Hammond asked almost subconsciously.

But recalling the scene before he fainted, Hammond suddenly laughed again and said to his men: "I had a dream. I dreamed that our night attack failed and the enemy's musket shot my head off. This may be a warning from the goddess. Let's discuss the night attack plan in detail later."

The subordinates around Hammond looked at each other, and worry was almost written on their faces.

"General..."

A pharmacist stepped forward and said, "Please lie down. I want to check your head again."

The smile on Hammond's face froze, and then he sighed in despair: "Really?"

"That's right General, everything that happened last night was true."

After the adjutant finished speaking, he stood up and told Hammond in detail what happened last night.

Thanks to the subconscious movements of Hammond's body when he was targeted, he mobilized all his magic power for defense almost in an instant. Hammond, who was hit hard by the high-explosive ray, just fainted.

At that time, the knights retreated to Hammond's side, ready to listen to Hammond's command to see whether to continue fighting or prepare to retreat.

The adjutant who saw Hammond was shot quickly pulled Hammond out of the water, took over Hammond's command and began to organize the retreat.

"You did very well."

Hammond sat down on the edge of the bed and patted the adjutant's shoulder.

"But General, many of our brothers have been left behind in the camp."

The adjutant wiped away his tears. In his eyes, being captured was no different from being dead. Especially under Doug's propaganda, the adjutant fell into endless self-blame when he thought about the inhuman torture that his brothers were about to endure.

At this time, in the prisoner camp, a prisoner was slurping on freshly heated noodles.

I heard that this was a military ration invented by the gray-collar governor. It was made by grinding various stomach-satisfying grains into vermicelli. It could be eaten as long as it was rinsed with water, and it was very filling.

If you use hot water and add a little seasoning, it will be a delicacy that ordinary people can only eat at the Goddess Festival.

Now the prisoner had just finished his bowl and asked the cook for another one.

"Brother, add more ingredients."

After saying that, he burped.

The cook looked up at the prisoner and advised, "Eat less. It's not good to eat so much in the morning. It will affect the training later."

"Hey, I'm a prisoner, where's the training?"

"Too."

The cook served another bowl to the prisoner while chatting with the prisoners.

The prisoner ate noodles again comfortably and couldn't help but burst into tears. What kind of inhuman life did the prisoners of this army lead? It was actually better than their life before they were captured.

In order to maintain military discipline, Hammond enforced military law strictly, especially during wars. Let alone noodles, it would be nice to have a hot meal.

The knights under his command are also different from those of the nobles. Most of them are very old-school Lars knights, the kind of pedantic knights who can recite the Knight's Code word for word.

At first everyone was used to it, after all, they had been fighting this way for so many years, until the prisoners ate the rations of the First Army.

After drinking the food and the soup, the prisoner touched his stomach with satisfaction. Lord Hammond was right. This army was truly a group of spoiled brats. Even the rations were so delicious. He was extremely envious.

Just as the prisoner stood up to digest his food, the symbolic gate of the prisoner camp opened, and a group of new prisoners were brought in with handcuffs, cursing the soldiers guarding them.

"Hey, brother, you were also captured?" The captives who saw their acquaintances shouted out almost subconsciously.

But then the prisoner realized that he was too excited and was not at all like a prisoner, and his expression changed immediately.

Just now he was full and satisfied, but now he is filled with hatred and hatred and wants to kill everyone in the family.

When the new prisoners saw this prisoner, they immediately showed excitement. They ignored the soldiers guarding him and ran to him quickly, asking excitedly: "Dean, are you okay? Did they torture you like Governor Doug said? Are you doing well?"

The prisoner named Dean immediately said with a serious face: "They are simply not human. They tortured me in various ways and tempted me with various things. But don't worry, I didn't betray you, let alone the general! Hiccup!"

If it weren't for the burp at the end, Dean's words would still be very convincing.

At this time, the cook not far away knocked on the pot and asked loudly: "New prisoners over there, do you want to have breakfast? If not, I won't continue cooking, okay?"

What? Breakfast? Most of the prisoners were unfamiliar with this term.

Normal people only eat two meals a day, right? Do prisoners have breakfast?

Dean could only smile awkwardly and said, "It's my treat, it's my treat, brothers please."

Several new captives sat down with Dean for some unknown reason and started slurping noodles, and then they began to chat.

"This is too much. We tried so hard last night to rescue you, but you are eating this kind of food here."

A professional knight was crying and slurping noodles, and he was so excited that a few noodles went up his nose.

"Yes, sorry."

Dean and several captives captured earlier lowered their heads.

"It's really not that we don't want to help, but when we heard the noise last night, they were already under control."

"Nonsense, Dean. You slept so soundly last night that you wouldn't have woken up if I hadn't called you! Sorry, comrade cook, give me another bowl."

The new prisoner asked curiously, "What does comrade mean?"

“It’s just like-minded people.”

"What common cause do you share with the enemy?"

The new captive immediately stood up angrily and said, "You were bribed by this little noodle soup and betrayed the general? No wonder the surprise attack last night failed. It was you guys who leaked the information, right?"

"Ah? We didn't know you would attack at night?"

Although the end of winter has passed, the scene has inexplicably become colder, as if a late spring cold snap had arrived early.

Seeing this, the guard nearby blew his whistle and said, "People from the North don't fight people from the North. If there is any problem, solve it peacefully. No fighting!"

Several prisoners immediately sat down and continued to eat noodles. After all, only after eating a full meal would they have the energy to think about other things.

What the other side said about Northerners not fighting Northerners seemed to be true. The knights who were captured earlier were not only tortured, but they even seemed to have gained a little weight. And it was only one night.

With such preferential treatment, these somewhat pedantic knights who followed Hammond were too embarrassed to take any action.