Chaos Erupts in the Prisoner Camp

After the main army left, the Main Camp of the Southern Marching Legion was much emptier, and the gates and arrow towers were taken over by the Auxiliary Troops of the logistics corps.

The prisoner camp located behind the Main Camp did not become quiet after the army left. The prisoners who had just finished breakfast were herded by the guards to do chores.

The prisoners' breakfast this morning was quite good. Since the army was setting off, they were able to enjoy a hearty breakfast. Although there was no beef stew or canned fruit, there was plenty of white bread and fresh fish, which was a feast for most of the prisoners who were serfs.

Old Buck, with a piece of white bread in his mouth, led a group of guards to drive the prisoners to work. Although the prisoners looked tired, they were all very strong and were basically the standing army of the Blacklin territory.

After the last prisoner-of-war camp riot, Old Buck simply replaced some of the guards. This time, Old Buck did not choose those lone serfs, but instead selected a group of serfs who had been oppressed in the territory as guards, especially those who had a history of resistance.

These serfs harbored deep resentment towards the Blacklin territory and its administrators, including the lord. Before, when they were serfs in the territory, they had no way to retaliate, but here they had the opportunity to do so.

In particular, the regular troops among the prisoners were the main targets of prevention. In order to prevent them from causing trouble, the prisoner-of-war camp always took the hardest and most tiring work from the engineering teams of the Logistics Department troops and made them work more than twelve hours a day. As long as they were not exhausted to death, they worked like crazy.

Those serf guards were ruthless towards the upper echelons of these territories, whipping and beating them for the slightest slackness. Fortunately, the prisoners of war from the standing army were much more obedient.

But this time, the entire army came out, and even the garrison in the prisoner-of-war camp was handed over to the Auxiliary Troops of the Logistics Department. Therefore, the task of the guard team led by Old Buck became more important. They had to suppress these prisoners of war when the camp was sparsely populated.

Now, Old Buck leads the guards to escort prisoners of war to work on the construction site. They don't have to participate in the war; they just need to do their guard duty. All the guards are very happy about this.

Old Buck, however, was very serious. He ate his bread while observing the captured soldiers, his mind preoccupied with the battlefield. "I wonder if the nobles of the Northlands will be able to achieve victory. I hope the Duchy doesn't win!"

Just then, a loud shout, "What are you doing?" interrupted his thoughts. Old Buck looked up and saw a crowd gathered not far away.

Old Buck went over and saw a group of guards wearing leather armor and holding steel knives confronting dozens of prisoners of war who were holding tools. The shout was from the captain of that group of guards.

To ensure the stability of the prisoner-of-war camp, the Logistics Department under Lodan specially distributed leather armor and weapons to Old Buck's guards yesterday. This was partly because Old Buck and his guards had been doing an excellent job during this period, and partly because there was indeed a shortage of manpower.

Old Buck stormed in, yelling, "What do you want?"

When the guard captain saw Old Buck, he quickly replied, "Battalion Commander, these guys were dawdling and not putting in any effort when we asked them to level this piece of land, but they just stood there gesturing without doing anything."

Old Buck glanced at the ground the guard had mentioned, and sure enough, apart from a few small pits, there were no signs of construction. Old Buck squinted and examined the prisoners.

The prisoner soldiers who were usually timid and hesitant towards him were now staring at him without hesitation, their eyes filled with provocation, as if they were not afraid of him at all.

"What do you want to do? Why don't you keep working!"

Old Buck asked very directly.

One of the prisoners, holding a wooden shovel, spoke up, "We just finished breakfast, and our mouths are so dry. We wanted to get some water, but those guys wouldn't let us. They're really bullying us!"

"Yes!" "Yes!"

The other prisoners chimed in, some even waving their tools.

"So, you can keep working as long as you're given water?"

After saying that, Old Buck took off the water bag hanging from his waist and was about to hand it to the prisoner.

Unexpectedly, the prisoner reached out and slapped open Old Buck's water bag. "Come on, this little bit of water isn't enough for us to drink. Can't you see how many of us there are?"

Old Buck said nothing, bent down and picked up the water bottle. "This water bag of mine can hold two pounds of water. There are only about thirty of you. Each person can take several sips. How can it not be enough?"

"Old Buck the Grey Dog, I know you. So now that you know your new master is unreliable, you're trying to curry favor with us?"

The prisoner who had knocked the water bag away walked up to Old Buck, stepped on the water bag, and said to Old Buck with a grin, his head down.

Old Buck's guards wore gray uniforms discarded by the former Two Rivers Territory army, so the prisoners of war secretly called them Grey Dog.

"Yes! They dared to leave their camp and fight with only 20,000 men. Does that Viscount Golden Sunflower not know how to count?"

"If you ask me, the reason they were able to defeat us before was because of their superior numbers and surprise attacks. This time, all the nobles from the three eastern counties have come, along with the Duchy's First Legion. How can they possibly win!"

"Yeah, look at these Grey Dog, they know their master can't be trusted anymore, and now they're starting to tuck their tails between their legs!"

Seeing this, the other prisoners echoed the sentiment and made disrespectful remarks.

Old Buck turned to look at the guards behind him and saw that they seemed somewhat defeated after hearing the prisoners' words, completely lacking the imposing manner they had displayed when disciplining them.

Old Buck understood that they weren't very optimistic about the Southern Marching Legion's victory, and even the serfs knew that the Southern Marching Legion was far smaller than the Coalition of Nobles.