Chapter 1470: An Unfortunate Mosby

Slash! Slash! Slash!

Across the camps, a few heads rolled in various corners. 

Some spoke of their resentment before dying; others remained silent with no remorse. 

Ferguson lowered his head, staring at the severed head with turbulent emotions.

Initially, he hoped it was all some conspiracy, planning to give Jameson a chance to speak up on the matter.

But the moment he saw Jameson's eyes, he knew this General of his was guilty.

When Jameson first spotted him, the shock, followed by hostility and contempt, all flashed in his eyes in just a few seconds before returning to normal. 

Henry sat in his tent, listening to the news from his hidden guards. 

"Your majesty, 6 were executed in Commander Fergeson's camp."

"7 in Commander Brinkley's."

"5..."

"10..."

The hidden guards who watched the execution firsthand reported the matter diligently, not adding or subtracting anything from their tale.