Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Under the jurisdiction of the military tribunal, the 43 soldiers were detained in the disciplinary block of the Indahl City Defense Force's headquarters.
The disciplinary block, directly overseen by military police, was hardly a pleasant place. However, considering it was meant for detaining soldiers the prestigious Bartlalis family had invested in, the conditions were somewhat better than the cells of Weisshem's militia headquarters.
The special solitary cell where 25-year-old Sam Hank was held featured amenities rare for such a place: a toilet, a sink, and even a narrow bed with laundered sheets and covers, making it seem more habitable than some factory dormitories.
But Sam Hank was far from calm and composed despite the relatively decent conditions of his confinement.
When he was brought from his cell to the interrogation room by a military police officer in a pristine white hat and uniform, Sam couldn't help but voice his grievance and anger. Facing the slick-haired, impeccably dressed military tribunal interrogator, he blurted out, "What do you want to ask? Do you suspect us of betraying Indahl? I've told you, we never did anything like that!"
"Calm down, Sam Hank. Losing your temper won't do you any favors," the interrogator, his face as smooth as his hair, said with a feigned smile. "Repeat your answer once more, Sam Hank. Do you still plan to gather with your kind and return to Weisshem?"
Sam was seething with frustration, and that was clearly reflected on his face. "Sir, allow me to correct your terminology. We are soldiers of the city defense force, forced into retirement due to a misunderstanding by our superiors. We can all vouch for each other that during our captivity, we committed no acts of betrayal against Indahl or the city defense force. Please refrain from referring to us as 'kind,' thank you!"
"Alright, Sam," the interrogator said leisurely. "Why do you want to return to Weisshem, then? Isn't that where you were captured and imprisoned, bringing you nothing but disgrace and heartache?"
Sam Han
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