The correct way to open the elf

Chapter 212 Accepting Labor
The knights of the Brocade Empire ate their meals very attentively. They held the vegetable cakes in their hands and ate them. They caught the crumbs and poured them into their mouths. After eating, they sucked the oil off their fingers. Feng Yu, who hadn't washed for almost a week, felt nauseous.

"Now that we've finished eating the cakes, choose a leader to come out and talk to me. After all, it's not a good idea for everyone to just sit there and waste time, right?!"

The prisoners exchanged glances silently, and a prisoner who was not very burly stood up. Their leather armor had been stripped off long ago, but judging from the fabric of his shirt, this man was not an ordinary soldier.

"Traitor, you want to talk..."

With a bang, a bullet from a large-caliber revolver flew past his ear. The turbulence caused by the bullet made the prisoner who stood up cover his ears suddenly. When he put his hands down, he saw that they were covered with blood.

Feng Yu put the gun back into the holster: "I wanted to shoot off one of your ears, sorry, I missed!"

The scene fell silent; even the mercenaries' whispers and teasing stopped. The prisoner who was negotiating stood there in a daze.

"Please remember that no matter how the war progresses, we are the ones holding the weapons and standing on top.

I don't ask you to be convinced, but at least the minimum respect is necessary, regardless of whether you are a winner or not.

I heard that the lowest among you are knights. Doesn’t your chivalric code even teach you how to speak calmly?
Okay, let's turn the page. Don't just stand there. Organize your words and finish what you want to say."

Feng Yu said, pointing at the prisoner who stood up.

"You...I...our Brocade Empire will definitely find a way to rescue us, if you don't...you!"

Feng Yu smiled and said, "I didn't realize you were a stutterer!"

"I'm not stuttering!"

“Okay, it doesn’t matter now, but even if the Brocade Empire wants to raze Pu City to rescue you, they haven’t come yet!
But you still have to eat every day, right? Do I have to feed you well and wait for the Brocade Empire to rescue you? Tell me, does this make sense? ! "

"What do you want?"

"Well, that's right. In order to prevent you from starving to death before the Brocade Empire comes to rescue you, I hope that the knights can do some labor in exchange for your three meals. What do you think?"

"That's impossible. We are knights. We don't know how to work!"

Feng Yu smiled and pointed at the mercenaries watching the fun, and said, "Don't worry, those colleagues from the Moran Empire will teach you step by step. It's all very simple physical work."

"I refuse. We are not miners."

Feng Yu spread his hands and said, "I am not an executioner. I was forced to kill thousands of you. Look, weren't all the people forced to do so?
In fact, I don’t mind being an executioner now, because killing the enemy is better than being killed by the enemy, right? "

"You...what are you going to do? Are you going to massacre the prisoners of war?"

“Don’t worry, even if I kill you all, it won’t be as many as the elf civilians you humans killed in the Elf Forest.

However, today I don’t intend to massacre you, but to perform a little show for you.”

Feng Yu picked up the machine gun on the sentry post and winked at a soldier.

Three hundred meters away, a row of captured fine iron shields were lined up on a wooden rack. Feng Yu raised his machine gun and aimed it at that direction.

"The muzzle of the gun is spurting flames!"

Feng Yu added a line to himself and then pulled the trigger.

The sound of metal clashing could be heard. A row of bullets swept past, and the fine iron shields fell down one by one. The remaining bullets hit the ground there, causing dust to fly.

Feng Yu blew on the hot barrel, pulled out the magazine, replaced it with a new one, patted the gun and said, "How about this big baby? Do you like it?"

No one spoke. The prisoners of the Brocade Empire were stunned, and the mercenaries were also stunned. They realized that even if they had not been killed by the cannon, they would have been slaughtered by such terrible weapons.

"Have you found it?"

Marshall said: "We found a few, but I don't know if it's right or not. These guys are pretty tough and no one said anything."

"Bring it out!"

"Yes!"

Marshall commanded the soldiers to pull out those people who might be generals that they had discovered through observation over the past few days.

The prisoners wanted to resist, but Feng Yu's gun was pointed at them, so they did not dare to move, because they understood that this traitor was much more evil than the guards.

Seven people were found, including the prisoner who stood up to talk to Feng Yu, a total of eight people. All of them were brave and extraordinary. What was commendable was that they had not washed for seven or eight days, but they were still clean. No one knew how they did it.

"Yeah, that's right. Let's just target these few people. Standing out from the crowd comes at a price."

The soldiers took these respectable people to the sentry tower and left.

Feng Yu pointed at a person on the left and said, "I'm asking you, are you willing to work in exchange for food? Don't rush to answer. Think about why we brought you here.

I can tell you that it is because we want you eight to take the lead. If you fail to do so, I will have to use your death to set an example for the knights here.

Knights, if you want to be rescued, then I kindly advise you to give those who rescue you a chance. After all, the dead cannot be rescued, don’t you agree?
You have ten seconds to think about how to answer me. If you don't give any answer when the time is up, I will think that you have rejected my proposal. Let the countdown start from now on!"

Feng Yu had put down his machine gun and started spinning the revolver in his hand, while counting with his other hand.

Stretch out a finger... stretch out five fingers, curl up one finger, two fingers, three fingers, Feng Yu pointed the gun in his right hand at the person on the far left.

Four...

"I do, stop, I do!" the man shouted.

"See the mine entrance over there? Go there and find the person in charge to receive the task. You can eat only if you complete the task. If you don't complete it, you will starve.

Anyone who steals the labor income and food of others will be killed! Anyone who fights will be killed! Anyone who attempts to approach the sentry tower will be killed! Anyone who incites others to cause trouble will be killed! Anyone who disobeys the supervisor’s arrangement... will be killed! "

Feng Yu pointed his gun at the man and said, "Go ahead. Vegetable pancakes and meat soup are waiting for you tonight!"

The man walked in that direction with his head down, sweating profusely.

Feng Yu pointed his gun at the person on the far left again and said, "It's your turn!"

"My arm was injured in the fight."

"Don't worry, we have already made arrangements. You can even get treatment from the elven healing wizard. If you want to know what to do, go over there. They will tell you what to do."

(End of this chapter)