Ironvine Territory (82)

"Trash like you dared set your sights on Viscount Victor? You've got some nerve. I wonder how big a hole they'd have to dig?"

James sat astride his horse, looking disdainfully at Scoin, who had been pinned to the ground by the guards. After hearing James's words, Scoin shuddered in terror and hurriedly dropped to his knees, kowtowing frantically.

"Lord James, I wouldn't dare! It was all Neville's doing. He had more troops and forced me into it!"

Just then, James's guards dragged another man over. The man appeared to have suffered a brutal beating, his face swollen and bruised. Scoin glanced at him and failed to recognize him at first, but after looking carefully, he realized that it was Baron Harold. That terrified him even more, and he felt warmth spread between his legs.

When James saw Harold being brought over, he had been about to interrogate the two again when he suddenly caught the stench of urine. He then saw that the ground beneath Baron Scoin was already soaked and immediately understood what had happened. He spat. "What bad luck!"

James had no mood to interrogate them again. He waved his hand and had the two taken away.

Several of his detachment commanders happened to come over to report. Detachment Commander Buffons spoke first. "Regimental Commander, the results were excellent. We captured nearly two thousand men and seized a large amount of weapons and equipment. That's only because quite a few routed soldiers escaped in the chaos. Otherwise, the number of prisoners could have doubled."

James felt a headache coming on after hearing that. Even counting Foss's troops, he had only just over a thousand men. Guarding POWs twice his own number meant he would be unable to fight at all.

Moreover, James did not dare release these