Chapter 98

The interrogation of Li Mubing, the younger twin, was half psychological manipulation and half mischief, yet she maintained a serious demeanor, deceiving both sides to the point of almost losing their souls.

"No, not poison?"

The fierce men looked at each other, and the Portland captives had the same expression.

The identical twin sisters successfully intimidated these foreigners with the advantage of information asymmetry, using just a few words and a vitamin C effervescent tablet.

"No, no, you frauds, frauds!"

Suddenly, a Portlander shouted, but a hand pressed against his face, muffling the rest of his cries.

"Mmm"

The man continued to struggle, but his voice was muffled and indistinct. Suddenly, his voice became shrill, as if he were screaming for his life.

The hand forcefully embedded itself into his face, not just his face, but his entire head began to deform.

Bang!~

A loud crack, red and white unidentified liquids and tissue fragments splattered everywhere, and the suppressed scream in his throat abruptly stopped.

The tent was filled with an indescribable stench, and a corpse, with only its tongue and jaw remaining, fell to the ground like a rotten log.

"Ah!~"

The terrifying scene made the 15 Portland captives awaiting interrogation scream deafeningly, almost lifting the entire tent. In a state of hysteria, they witnessed the most terrifying horror of their lives, as a person's head was crushed to pieces, with brain, blood, and tissue bursting out, making it impossible to recognize the original form.

It was brutally cruel, extremely violent, and bloodily gruesome!

The Portlanders, already on the brink of mental collapse from the "poison," were further psychologically devastated by this sudden and horrific scene.

Several Slan thugs also had their faces alternating between green and white, and one of them, unable to control himself, knelt in the corner and vomited profusely, adding to the already foul air in the tent.

"Shut up!"

A light command made the tent fall silent, and the living Portland captives twisted their faces, struggling to control their emotions. They had seen something that truly touched the depths of their fear!

The female demon, who was once terrifying in their minds, suddenly seemed as gentle as a lamb, but the black-armored warrior who captured them was the real devil.

"Major Lin Mo, you're too violent."

Li Muxin, who couldn't bear to watch, frowned, glared at the instigator of the horror, and picked up the bundle of parchment, pushing aside the tent curtain and leaving.

She left behind only one sentence: "Clean this up!"

The semi-enclosed tent was now completely uninhabitable, and the thugs could only pinch their noses to clean up the bloody mess.

"Oh, my God! Look what you've done? You're really cut out for being a thug! Even this little thing you did so well! It's hopeless!"

Li Mubing, who was still interrogating the captives, poked her head out from the next tent, looking shocked, and quickly retreated. She refused to enter until it was cleaned up.

As for the unfortunate victim, the twin sisters surprisingly showed a complete lack of concern. Such an unstable person was certainly not a significant figure, and his death was of no consequence.

"Next!"

Lin Mo looked at the next Portland captive.

The man's eyes rolled back, and he fainted with a thud, his crotch seeping with moisture and a foul smell, apparently terrified by the dragon knight's fierce aura.

Unable to withstand the mental ups and downs, the Portland captives had been completely psychologically destroyed by a trivial effervescent tablet and the brutal skull-crushing hand. By sunset, the interrogation report was already completed—

"Report!"

Hearing the announcement outside the tent, Bapu Luo, the commander of the First Cavalry Division, who was examining a map in the main tent, looked up and said loudly, "Come in!"

Modern military rules like this were gradually becoming popular in the "Reversed Scale" army. Good things were always learned quickly, and the twin sisters, as outsiders, were also pleased with this change, at least finding something familiar in this foreign world.

"This is the interrogation report of today's 18 captives! There's new information!"

Li Muxin entered with a stack of rough, light yellow writing paper. Originally, there were 19 captives, but one was killed by Lin Mo, leaving 18.

The first one ordered by Li Mubing to be dragged out was only stabbed in the thigh, his off-key real scream used as a warning to the other Portlanders in the tent.

After the others made their confessions, he was shown the corpse with everything above the jaw missing. Without any doubt, the stubborn mouth immediately turned into a bamboo tube, spilling everything.

"What's the new information?"

The commander of the First Cavalry Division, Bapu Luo, who increasingly relied on precise maps, always felt a sense of amazement when he saw the "homework" handed over by the twin sisters.

The black-haired, black-eyed twin sisters were major consumers of paper and parchment in the "Reversed Scale" army. Fortunately, the military was wealthy, and the weekly consumption of writing paper alone was enough to bankrupt a civilian family.

"The Portlanders are trying to dig a tunnel through the Ice Rock Mountains. If successful, various supplies and combat forces will be continuously transported over."

This world did not have the word "tunnel," so Li Muxin used two similar characters to form a new word. Although the Portlanders were constantly gathering intelligence on the Slans, their spies, due to their professional habits, often learned about their own side as well, making them an important source of information for the twin sisters. This was also why Lin Mo had been hunting Portland spies recently.

"Digging, through the Ice Rock Mountains?!"

This new intelligence deeply moved Bapu Luo, to the point where he had to take it extremely seriously.

The natural barrier between the two countries was the Ice Rock Mountains and the vast Green Mist Forest, with the main barrier being the Ice Rock Mountains, composed of hard rock and ice, like a natural wall separating the two countries. If the Portlanders managed to dig a low-altitude tunnel through the mountains, the invading forces would not be limited to just a few divisions.

When the Ice Rock Mountains were no longer a barrier, the relatively flat and lush Green Mist Forest would be much easier to penetrate. With human effort alone, a path could be carved through the forest. If they were willing to go to any lengths, they could burn down the entire Green Mist Forest, leaving the eastern part of the Slan Empire completely exposed to the Portlanders.

"How reliable is the information?"

"Seventy percent!"

Li Muxin's response was always concise.

Bapu Luo inhaled sharply, frowned, and looked at the positions of the First Cavalry Division's base and the army headquarters, saying, "I will report this to Lord Andre. Help me make a copy, and have the Seven Tricks Swift Eagle take it. No, I'll send someone to deliver it to Lord Andre tonight!"

No matter how fast the Seven Tricks Swift Eagle could fly, it still needed to rest at night. Therefore, even if Bapu Luo wanted to urgently send this important information to the army commander, Andre, he could only rely on human messengers.

"No problem! I've already prepared a backup for you!"

Li Muxin took out another stack of writing paper, and Bapu Luo was surprised that she had already prepared it.

"Ha, Xinxin, with you and Bing here, my work is much easier!"

Bapu Luo's eyes crinkled with appreciation, but his expression suddenly changed as he glared at a corner of the tent and shouted, "Who's there? Come out!"

His reaction was extremely quick. With a clang, a battle saber was drawn and held in his hand in an instant. At the same time, a sudden cold light flashed in the tent, a chilling killing intent directly targeting the commander of the First Cavalry Division, and also sweeping towards Li Muxin, who was in the middle.

When Bapu Luo shouted, Li Muxin, sensing the danger, caught a glimpse of the lethal cold light out of the corner of her eye. Without hesitation, she reflexively leaned back, forming a right angle with her upper body and knees, narrowly avoiding the danger of having her throat slit. At the same time, she flicked her hand, and a stack of paper flew like a swarm of butterflies.

"Huh!"

The assassin was slightly surprised by Li Muxin's reaction but did not let her go. His wrist flicked, and he suddenly lunged down.

A short sword, less than two feet long and about one and a half inches wide, stabbed towards Li Muxin's heart, completely unaffected by the flying papers, clearly the work of a well-trained professional assassin.

"Get away!"

Bapu Luo, with bloodshot eyes, roared like an angry lion, his battle saber, stained with a faint blood trace, enveloped in fluctuating green battle qi, shot towards the assassin.

Whoo!~

The heavy battle weapon swung just above Li Muxin's body, barely missing the deadly short sword, but successfully saving Li Muxin.

"Hmph!~" Li Muxin quickly rolled to the ground, a tactical dagger in her hand, and without hesitation, swung it towards the assassin's lower body.

One mistake, and all is lost!

The assassin, whose sudden attack failed, had to retreat, flipping like a kite. (To be continued. Search for Piaotian Literature for better and faster updates!)