Chapter 193 Civilized Punishment
It's time to clean up the battlefield. The Taijuns skillfully put on their bayonets and then make finishing blows, with a single stab to kill the enemy without a single sound.

Even if you squeak the first time, you won't squeak the second time.

"Sure enough, only the lady can do this without any sense of incongruity." Yan Xu said with emotion, and then directed people to carry the corpses. They had to be burned and buried deep to prevent attracting ferocious mutant beasts.

However, it was only then that Yan Xu discovered that the church's fighters were all teenagers. They were all wearing uniform military uniforms and large scarves that covered most of their faces, so they could not be seen.

After hesitating for a moment, Yan Xu finally did not stop the Taijuns from finishing him off, because the Taijuns were quick and had stabbed him almost once during the time he was hesitating.

In fact, Yan Xu just didn't want to let the other party go, not only because the two sides were in a hostile relationship, but also because of the eyes of those young soldiers.

They have been completely brainwashed. In their hearts, the church is everything, and as enemies of the church, they will destroy them at all costs, even if the cost is their lives.

In other words, if Yan Xu wanted to persuade them to join the Gear Tribe, he would have to be prepared for the risk of the other party sabotaging them from time to time, or even being ready to launch sneak attacks and kill people at any time.

This is also the reason why the major forces in the wasteland like to use young soldiers. They are like blank paper and can be painted at will, and there will be no human rights organizations coming out to say irresponsible things, nor will they suffer any condemnation. It can be said that as long as they have no conscience, young soldiers are extremely cost-effective cannon fodder.

Unfortunately, Yan Xu never positioned himself as a philanthropist. He had neither the qualifications nor the mood to run around to other worlds, other countries, or other races to do charity. If he had the heart and the ability, he might as well donate to a few more schools in the modern world and sponsor a few college students. So he pretended not to see what the Taijuns did.

"I am Archpriest Dover of the church. I demand to be treated in accordance with my status and redeem my freedom."

Because he looked like an important person, Dover was not dealt with on the spot after being dragged out of the car by Taijun. Instead, he was dragged in front of Yan Xu by his arms. He looked very embarrassed, but Dover still tried his best to appear decent and stated his identity and conditions.

The wasteland is not completely without rules. There are rules for both the lower and upper levels. Most people will choose to abide by them unless it is necessary, because complete disorder is a huge threat to anyone. For example, people with status will receive some preferential treatment after being captured and can redeem themselves.

It's a pity that Yan Xu only likes to abide by his own rules. What's more, he knows very well that the problems between him and the church are not so easy to solve, especially since the troops sent by the church this time are a bit excessive.

Theoretically, to deal with a wasteland tribe, the church only needs to send out half or even one-third of its troops. After all, there are not many tribes that can withstand the fire of hundreds of AKs.

Unless the church is so wealthy that it doesn't care about this expense, there is most likely another hidden cause.

"Tie him up and take him back." As soon as Yan Xu finished speaking, the two masters immediately pinned Father Dover to the ground like a pig being slaughtered and tied him up tightly with ropes.

It’s a pity that it’s not the tortoise shell bondage, so I give it a bad review.

The battlefield was cleaned up and more than 200 AKs were seized. The rest were somewhat damaged. In addition, a lot of bullets and grenades were lost because the fighting was so intense, so not much was seized.

As for other supplies, Yan Xu simply skipped them.

The vehicles that could still be started were taken back, and the rest were used as supplies to recruit wasteland raiders. Together with the wasteland scavengers to clean up the battlefield, the entire battlefield was suddenly as clean as if nothing had happened.

After returning, Yan Xu immediately called Yite over.

"The high priest's position in the church is second only to the leader. In addition, the force of this attack is a bit too strong. There must be something we don't know. Go and interrogate him and tell me when you come back." Yan Xu knocked on the table and said. "Sir, I don't know how to interrogate him. Besides, the other party is not young. If you beat him, it is easy to cause fractures or internal injuries. I'm afraid he can't be rescued by then." Yi Te said hesitantly. After all, what if such a big shot died in his hands?

"There's no need to make it so bloody. We are not barbarians, let alone devils. Even if we use torture, we must use civilized means." Yan Xu glanced at It and wrote him a note to go to the warehouse to pick up the things.

"Fengyoujing, chili oil?" Yite looked at the cop with a lot of questions in his mind.

"The special cleaning agent used for unclogging sewers is highly irritating, so remember to dilute it before use. Use the original pulp if you encounter stubborn stains." Yan Xu said calmly, then he thought of something and wrote another note.

"I almost forgot. These are hoses and syringes, used to inject into pipes. Get two sets, one large and one small. Don't cross-use them to prevent contamination." Yan Xu handed the note to It, who suddenly realized.

Holding the two notes, It went to get the "torture instruments" with a sympathetic look on his face.

Considering his lack of experience, It called a woman rescued from a branch of the church and gave her some instructions.

Although the other party was a little strange, her simple life experience made it difficult for her to have more complicated thoughts, so she followed him without thinking too much.

"Huh? Woman." Dover, who was locked in the cell, was stunned at first, and then pretended to be arrogant. He thought that the other party knew his identity and was ready to apologize, so he immediately put on airs. Unexpectedly, two short and stout men and It with sympathetic looks walked out from behind the woman, and he felt something was wrong.

The two Taijuns dragged him out with a sneer, and then tied him up in a cross shape between two pillars.

The woman was a little curious because it was different from what she had seen before, as if something was missing. Well, it wasn't missing, but it was not prominent enough.

Dover was now completely panicked, especially when It started to pull out things that looked familiar to him.

He had seen and used some of them before, but they were all used on other people. He had never thought of using them on himself, so he tried desperately to clamp his legs together, but couldn't open them.

"Let's start with a two to one ratio." Out of sympathy, It changed the original one to one ratio to two to one, and then handed it over to the woman to operate.

"Wait, I'll tell you, I'll tell you everything!!!" The pungent smell made Dover's face change drastically, and he could no longer care about anything else and hurriedly spoke.

Unfortunately, It didn't believe that the other party would tell the truth, at least not now, because he wouldn't do that either.

But it’s hard to say after using red and green. Anyway, It feels that he would rather die than go through it again.

Forcing an old man to make such a sound made all the men present feel uncomfortable, but the woman didn't care at all, because she had encountered even more extreme things than this.

The screams that came from inside couldn't even be blocked by the door, and the sound became out of pitch at the end. No one knew how a human throat could produce such a tone.

(End of this chapter)