At Sordil's command, the more than two hundred members of the Bell Dragon Rider Regiment immediately cheered and rushed into the hall to enjoy the hard-won fruits of victory. As the defeated side, Heradi and the others received far worse treatment. More than fifty of them were tied together in a long chain and locked inside the stables. By then, Heradi had returned to his original form, but his injuries were still severe. Unable to move, he could only lie atop a pile of straw.
"Second Boss, do you think those government soldiers will execute us?"
"Probably not! Didn't that officer already promise the chief that he'd spare our lives?"
"Stop arguing! Old Six, did you hide the thing I told you to hide?"
"Don't worry, Second Boss! It's been on my belt the whole time. I can use it to cut the ropes and escape whenever I need to!"
"Good! If the soldiers outside really try to recruit us, that would be best. But if they want to kill us, we can still use that thing to escape with our lives."
"So Second Boss had a plan all along. Now we can rest easy!"
"Yeah!"
"Now we don't have to be afraid anymore!"
The Prisoner of War Camp was shrouded in gloom, while the hall was filled with wine and song. Sordil sat in the seat of honor as his captains and squad leaders came forward one after another to toast him. Sordil refused no one and drank every cup offered. Just as he was preparing to go three hundred rounds with them and teach these fellows, who did not know their own limits, a lesson, Anna stepped in to stop them.
"Teacher, those bandits are still locked up outside. What if they take advantage of us getting