F/VoH Ch 133: Everyone You Know

Ryan was not in a hurry, as he stared at them with an increasingly intense gaze that felt oppressive. "So, you all are cannon fodder, to gauge the Skills and Levels of the Rebel Army Leader, right?" Ryan asked casually, but his words felt like a blow that shook the soldiers.

They fell silent for a moment, stunned by Ryan's question. No one dared to answer. However, from the shattered expressions on their faces, they all understood the bitter truth they had to face.

"Yes... we... we might indeed be cannon fodder," one of the soldiers replied, his voice barely audible. "Even though we are sacrificed just for the interests of the Polons Kingdom. We didn't know... we didn't know it would end like this."

The reality felt like a knife slicing through their hearts. They felt deceived, played with, and treated like disposable tools. A feeling of heartbreak and betrayal surged within them. They had been used mercilessly, and now they stood before Ryan, who seemed to give them no chance to escape.

"Alright, now answer my question, who are the people who have infiltrated the Rebel Army?" Ryan's voice echoed again, cold and sharp, freezing the air around them.

All the remaining soldiers fell silent, anxious. They exchanged glances, sensing the magnitude of the threat before them. One of them, whose face was beginning to pale with fear, finally answered in a trembling voice, "We don't know. After all, we are just subordinates. Maybe our Leader knows, but... you have killed that man."

Ryan looked at them with a piercing gaze. "Do you really not know? Or are you pretending not to know?" Ryan's tone grew colder, as if freezing the words just spoken.

The feeling of anxiety and pressure enveloped the soldiers even more. One of them tried to remain calm, but the fear in his voice was almost impossible to hide. "We... we really don't know! Only the higher-ups know the identities of the infiltrators. We are just ordinary soldiers tasked with providing assistance when needed, that's all. No more, no less."

Ryan let out a slow sigh, his eyes never leaving them, filled with disbelief. "Is that so... So... Is that all you know? If so, tell me everyone you know who holds a high rank, and let me know who you know that has various professions in the Royal Army." Ryan's voice remained calm, but there was a clear pressure demanding answers without mercy.

One of the soldiers fell silent, trying to find the right words, but hesitated. "Uhm... Everyone that... we all know?" the man asked, his voice low and filled with confusion.

Ryan nodded slowly, his gaze sharp. "Yes, everyone you know."

With fear increasingly taking hold of them, the soldiers began to speak one by one, mentioning names and positions of people they knew in the Royal Army. Although their words were stammered and filled with fear, Ryan listened intently, each detail they provided further clarifying the picture he wanted to obtain.

With each piece of information gathered, Ryan began to build a larger picture of the structure of the Royal Army.

The Special Forces they mentioned came in several types: first, there were Special Forces deployed to search for the Rebel Army; second, Special Forces tasked with infiltrating the Rebel Army; and finally, Special Forces that provided assistance and monitored individuals suspected of being involved in the rebel group.

Hearing this explanation, Ryan nodded slowly. All the information he obtained further strengthened his plans.