A guard hurriedly came to report, "The scout who came back last night woke up and said he had something important to report."
The atmosphere in the hall suddenly became serious.
Important situation? Just how important is the situation? Are the rebels coming? Duke Dodge stood up immediately and ordered the guard who came to report, "Take me to have a look!"
He stepped forward and walked quickly out of the hall.
Klein and Lester also got up and followed Old Duke. No one was in the mood to wait for breakfast now.
Naturally, Bowman and other attendants also had to follow.
Everyone quickly came to a Barracks room specially designed to accommodate the wounded and pushed in the door.
The Duke asked hastily, "Is he awake?"
On the wooden bed in the corner, a wounded soldier with bandages all over his body was leaning on the quilt, and another person was feeding rice soup to his mouth next to him.
Seeing the three most senior adults in the fortress coming, the man who fed the wounded soldiers immediately stood up and saluted, while the wounded soldiers on the bed also struggled to get off the ground.
The Duke immediately took a step forward and held him down gently. "Since you are injured, don't move around. Just keep lying down."
"Thank you Duke."
The seriously injured scout spoke softly, and it could be heard from his voice that he was now very weak.
The guards brought some low stools and asked the Duke and the other three to sit down.
"You said you have something important to report to me?"
The scout nodded and said, "Yes, I think the situation detected this time is very important."
After saying this, a look of sadness appeared on his face. He was the only one who returned from this mission. I don't know what happened to the other two brothers who got along day and night.
"Then tell us."
"Yes!"
The scout paused, carefully recalled the details of last night, and began to talk slowly.
"Yesterday evening, we went to camp on the road our team was responsible for to prevent night raids by the rebels."
"It was around 8 p. m., when it was completely dark, and we suddenly heard movement in the distance. While there was still some moonlight, we could vaguely see several figures on the opposite side slowly walking along the roadside."
"The captain estimated that they were rebel scouts or a small force who came to check out the situation in the fortress when it was dark. He originally planned to return to the fortress immediately to report the situation, but a sharp-eyed brother saw that there were only 5 people on the other side, and there were 7 on our side. The captain thought of grabbing a few tongues, and others including me also agreed."
"So we quickly adjusted our positions and continued to wait there for the enemy to approach."
"Fortunately, we were well hidden. The advancing enemies did not notice us and gradually came into our encirclement."
"Then the captain gave the order, and we suddenly jumped out and each pounced on the person closest to us."
"I held the Short Sword tightly in my hand, and Ground Spike hard Ground Spike the person opposite. It was obvious that he was frightened by our raid. He stood there blankly and was at a loss, and his back was still turned to me. If everything goes normally, I am very sure that I can stab him to death."
Duke Dodge, Klein, Lester held their breath, they heard what the scout meant, and what happened next was abnormal.
Sure enough, the scout said in an unbelievable tone, "But something abnormal happened. The moment my Short Sword pierced his body, I suddenly felt like I had been stabbed on an iron plate."
Klein asked, "Is the other party wearing armor?"
"No, my lord!"
The scout shook his head repeatedly, but accidentally touched the wound on his body, which made him grin for a while in pain.
"When they got closer, we saw clearly that they didn't have any armor on them. They were indeed scouts. In order to make less noise when walking at night, they all wore ordinary clothes."
The Duke and the other three looked at each other.
Klein guessed. "Perhaps the other party is wearing a thin and exquisite Inner Armor?"
But as soon as he said it, his face felt hot.
Such a set of Inner Armor is light, compact, can be hidden under ordinary clothes, does not affect movement at all, and can even withstand a full blow from a well-trained adult man... My dear, this can be regarded as an heirloom of a noble family, how can it be allowed to be worn by an ordinary scout to casually stroll on the front line.
This was indeed an unusual thing. The Duke asked solemnly, "Then what?"
"Then..."
A look of confusion and fear appeared on the scout's face.
"Then the opponent stumbled forward under my blow. I took the opportunity to glance around and found that under our surprise attack, no one in the enemy was fatally injured. Oh... maybe because of the darkness, I didn't see clearly, but their next actions did not look like they were injured."
"We are very confident in our own skills. Although we dare not compare with you adults, where to stab and how to make the enemy incapacitated without killing them are skills that we scouts must master."
The Duke asked, "In other words, these five people... may all be wearing something like 'Inner Armor' underneath?"
The Duke really couldn't figure out how the other party could do this, so he had no choice but to go on to the possibility that Viscount Klein just thought of.
"Well... if there is such a thing as 'Inner Armor', then this must be the case."
With the scout's knowledge, he really didn't know about the various "high-tech" gadgets that the nobles spent money to hire skilled craftsmen to build. He couldn't help but sigh: You adults are well-informed, so this is what happened.
He continued:
"The opponent reacted very quickly. After being attacked by us, they immediately formed back-to-back defensive formations. We didn't care to continue to marvel at their defense and pounced on them again."
"Soon we discovered that whether it was cutting or stabbing, our swords seemed to be unable to cause any harm to their bodies."
"The opponent's skills are almost the same as ours, but just being 'invulnerable' restrains us."
"After nearly twenty minutes of fierce fighting, almost all of us were injured, but those five people seemed to be doing well. Gradually, we fell into a disadvantage."
"Finally, three brothers fell to the ground. Seeing that there was no hope of victory, the captain sent us a signal to retreat... and he... stayed..."
"I..."
At this point, the scout's face turned red.
"I turned around and ran away..."
His voice began to choke, and he seemed unable to speak.
Duke Dodge put his hand on his shoulder, "Your captain is a hero, and you did nothing wrong. It is your scouts' responsibility to bring the information back, so don't feel any psychological burden."
Tears welled up in the corners of the scout's eyes, "Am I the only one who came back last night? I remember there were two brothers who retreated together. I just... just ran away..."
There was an uncomfortable silence, and no one answered his question.
The scout lowered his head and silently endured this cruel reality.
Duke Dodge sighed and said, "You should take good care of your injuries. Only by living can you be worthy of your sacrificed brothers."
He gestured to the other two, turned and walked outside.
Klein and Lester followed closely behind.