A squad of men soon came to the position where folke was, They saw the first soldier standing over his body looking around constantly into the woods and around the shelter. When he saw the second in commands group of people he immediately rushed forward and greeted him with a sharp ``Sir!``
The second in command waved him off and looked at the body of folke, ``This man has the enemies armor, Bring him in as a prisoner.`` He waved his hand commanding two of the squad of people to lift him up and carry him with them.
His body was severely injured and leaked out blood when he was hoisted into the air, across like a hammock as the two people carried him and his blood made a trail. The second in commander cut through vegetation for a quicker short cut toward the generals camp.
He was met by a superior officer of his as a Commander with a clean face. The commander looked them up and down and then said ``What have you found?``
``Sir, We've found a wounded enemy soldier.``
``Lemme see him.`` He motioned his hand forward beckoning the two soldiers who carried folke to present him the body. The two soldiers of course did what they were told laying folke on the ground in front of Commander.
The Commander Kneeled down and took the sword that Folke had around his waist, He looked at it and placed it on his own waist after careful examination of the sword.
``Take em to the camp hospital, wounds patched up and then place him in the cages.`` He said while turning around leaving the area.
``You heard him idiots!`` The Second in command shouted at the two men who carried folke here.
They moved quickly and lifted him up once more and began to carry him to a large tent that was stationed near the middle of the camp which had a greater sense of importance since that was also where most of the commanders and generals were normally stationed when it came to regular camp stops.
When they came closer to the camp it became something closer to a building rather than a huge tent but nonetheless they entered the tent and placed him on a bed not giving the camp nurses or medics any specifics on what was wrong with the man because they didn't know either they checked his wounds and saw blood assuming that he was cut but the severity and how bad they were are beyond their knowledge.
The first medic that came over looked at Folke and began to do some intensive wrapping of his wounds and gave him the full care as if he was one of their own soldiers. They thought folke was one of the villagers from the burnt wreckage who had attempted to fight his way out but failed if they knew he was a suspected enemy soldier they might have done the bare minimum to help his wounds. Enough for him to be in pain while being interrogated, to make the torturing of the enemy more easier for the commanders of the camp.
After Folke's wounds were dealt with they left him on the camp bed to sleep. After sometime foke was still asleep but a large women bursted through the tent entrance with a group of men. ``Where is the latest patient?!`` She looked at the nurses and medics as she said this.
The Lead Nurse pointed at folke who was still unconscious on the bed. One of the group of men had a bucket filled with water and poured it on him to wake folke up.
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``What the fu-!`` Folke was about to scream when he felt a hand wrap around his neck and pull him up off the ground with one arm. Folked dazed began to focus his vision on to the person who was lifting him up to see a woman.
She had brown hair and big grey eyes with a cute face but this cute face was contorted to a face of rage as she looked at folke, She slammed him down onto the ground and picked him up again.
His vision blurred slightly when his head hit the ground and said ``Wha-``
``Shut the hell up!`` She threw him outside the tent letting him skid across the ground and roll twice. Folke faced the sky and he turned to his side in pain from his other injuries and the most recent beating he had just received from the strong women.
He slowly began to climb to his feet, he was on one knee when he saw the women exit the tent with her sword drawn. His eyes focused on her sword `They're going to kill me.` were his immediate thoughts on the matter making him struggle harder to get to his feet which he succeeded.
Once on his two feet he looked up and saw that the women was straight in front of him with the sword, she kicked his chest hard causing him to fall back onto the ground again. She walked forward slamming her foot into his chest and pointing the sword at his face threateningly.
``Give me one good reason why I shouldn't kill you.``
Folke was still confused and frightened when he opened his mouth to speak he couldn't find anything to say at all other then ``Please don't kill me!``
When the words came out his mouth she moved her foot and kicked him straight in the jaw breaking it completely be in mind she also had plated boots like the rest of high ranking commanders in the army that was over here.
She raised her sword slightly and was about to deliver a killing blow when a hand grabbed her sword arm and held it their in place she turned and saw that it was the general. Folke looked at the lady who had just saved his life while clutching his broken jaw.
She was a very odd sight to folke, she was a unique person within the crowd she was the only person to actually wear winter clothing while the others wore armor or heavily padded armor with a helmet and some boots on. Her clothes looked relatively comfy and relaxed compared to the women with brown hair.
The general lowered her subordinates hand and gave her a stern look which made her docile. She took steps back behind the general without saying any words.