The Campbells are a valiant and warlike family.

And the head of their generation, Thoreau Campbell, took this custom to a new peak. Legend has it that when he was just a baby, he had the experience of pinching a snake to death with his own hands. With his extraordinary strength and superb martial arts, he became the leader of their tribe, his cold personality, but he was quite fair in his dealings, and he was a well-deserved leader, not only leading his tribe to expand into the largest Wiegand swamp tribe in the vicinity, but even exerting his influence on neighboring tribes.

Marriages, wars, or deals, whatever they may be, seem to be just a means for this man to expand his power, and no one has ever taught him this, it seems to be only part of his innate ability, just as man is born to eat and drink. He could tell where he was going by the sound of an axe, he could keep a tribe's income and expenditure in order, and his men said that there seemed to be a peculiar charm in his language, which could bring the angry man to his senses, and the most stubborn man to reason.

However, even such a man had a difficult stain in his heart - he was forty years old, and he had only one legal heir, though this heir was as shrewd and brave as he was, and was satisfactory in everything, except for one thing, that she was a girl, a daughter of a family name who could not inherit the honor of her family. In order to change this situation, he did not hesitate to find an illegitimate child in private, and it was really lucky, and it was done after only one use. It's just that this child can't like him anyway, and every time he sees this son, he doesn't see his own shadow, but the female slave who was bent on being on the throne, a big Prussian female slave that he killed after he used it up, a lowly person.

Although his wife had forgiven him for his infidelity, and the chiefs of the surrounding tribes did not dare to make any comments on his private life in the open, he still couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, and every time he saw his son, it was as if he had seen the most evil shadow in his life, and he couldn't control his emotions and wanted to reprimand him, even if he hadn't done anything wrong at all.

In any case, he wants to do something honorable enough to wash away his shame and give this son he doesn't like a chance to prove himself. After countless nights of hard contemplation, the opportunity finally came to him. An unusual snowstorm froze the tribe's livestock and the hard-earned grain crops.

Although his own tribe was enough to survive this bad weather through his years of careful calculations, several surrounding tribes could not hold on. He found the sorcerer of the tribe, who told the chiefs of the surrounding tribes: "This blizzard has arisen because the expanding Prussians have encroached on the sacred swamp, and their sinful ploughs have encroached on the majesty of the marsh god, and now the best way to compensate is to plunder the Pruths who do not know how to advance or retreat, rob them of their wealth, rape their women, and burn their ridiculous houses and crops, so that the wrath of the marsh god can be appeased." ”

Thoreau Campbell looked at the chiefs who were first excited and then lost like a bunch of ridiculous monkeys. It was certainly a rare opportunity to get God's will to plunder the wealth of the plains, but they could not afford even the most basic rations for the march.

When the chiefs' minds cooled a little, Thoreau said to the chiefs in a sincere voice: "For the will of God, even if I come to provide all the provisions necessary for this march, what shall I do?" The chiefs were naturally grateful to Thoreau for his generosity, and he Thoreau was the leader of the operation as a matter of course.

In order to ensure that he could take them in one fell swoop, to plunder enough to survive the storm, without losing too many men and to reduce his authority, Thoreau carefully selected his target, a prosperous and rich town, which he learned from one of his captives that seemed to be named "Valuno". In order to be foolproof, he carefully prepared 800 men, 800 terrifying swamp warriors, and all of them were armored.

Before he set out on the expedition, Thoreau took out his treasures and feasted on the warriors gathered from the various tribes, the ale wine obtained from the Prussian caravans, and the tribal cured bacon. At the banquet, he promised all the warriors that no matter how much they grabbed, they would get half of it. After seeing with his own eyes that the morale of these warriors had risen to the top little by little, encouraged by him, Thoreau nodded in satisfaction, raised his sword (which was also something he had stolen from the Prussians), and shouted at the warriors:

"Let's be as clean as we were in the Sunny Vale twenty years ago, and the true warriors will drink wine under the throne of the gods!"

After Thoreau had done all this, he quietly called his sons and daughters, and he noticed that although his daughter's attitude towards him was quite sincere, there was something hidden in her eyes

The lion, which was her desire and symbol of honor, gladly exhorted her, and appointed her as the pioneer of the army. As for his son, Thoreau reluctantly patted this son on the shoulder, which could be regarded as a kind of encouragement to him, even if he put on this thick iron armor, it was to hide this son's cowardice and timidity. How can he be a son if he is not born with the appearance of a hero? Thoreau couldn't help but think in frustration that maybe his tossing trip was just in vain.

Looking at his father's disappointment and his sister's sarcastic eyes, Edward Campbell lowered his head in frustration.

Who would have thought that this poor young man would spend half a day polishing his helmets brightly, and then spend another two hours putting them on his body meticulously, just to make himself look like a decent warrior, and then to receive even a glance from his father?

Edward couldn't help but be disappointed to think that perhaps his father would never be proud of him. No matter how hard he tries, he always can't catch up with his father, and the elders in those clans can't see it, and sometimes say two good words for themselves, and his father only thinks that those people are deliberately flattering to please him.

However, when Thoreau's hand landed on Edward's shoulder, Edward's heart was still hot for no reason, as if he had drunk a glass of spirits. He silently vowed in his heart again that no matter what task his father gave him this time, he would strive to do his best.

Looking at this son, who couldn't be seen no matter how he looked at it, Thoreau frowned deeply, and then said with understanding: "Edward, we have a lot of warriors this time, and it would be too heavy to just bring rations on the warriors, so what do you think about it after we set out on the expedition, and then you will coordinate some people from the tribe to send us supplies?"

Edward tried to retort, but the words became, "Yes, father." "Father must have his own plans for this," Edward thought silently in his heart. My father always said that when marching and fighting, supplies and morale come first, and maybe my own work is just as important.

Seeing her brother's cowardly appearance, Jan Campbell was not even willing to stay with this waste for even a second, as the vanguard of the tribe, she had the right to give priority to the selection of two hundred elite soldiers to complete the responsibility of clearing the way for the army, gathering enemy information, and sacking the villages around the target and capturing some slaves.

She has always inherited her father's excellent military talents, and even if she is a woman, she also has the right to lead the army in armor. This glorious power she had won from a man who had made a bet to the tribal general, who was as stupid as a pig, that she would put him to the ground in two blows, and the man laughed, did not take himself seriously, and threatened that if she could do it, she would ask for what he had.

That night, when the tribal general, drunk as usual, staggered in the darkness to his tent, Jan laid the general to the ground with only a moment, and put a dagger against his neck, and pressed his face as white as a pig's skin, and demanded command of the troops for a week, but only for one day, or one night. Because she won the first battle of her life on the night of the day she received the military power, she led these dozens of soldiers to raid the tribe's sworn enemies at night. By daybreak the next day, Jan returned to the tribe with a load of booty and a chieftain's head, while her father placed a helmet of power on the woman's head in front of everyone. The man who lent her the power of the army stood in the corner with fear, and never dared to say a word in front of her again.

On the way out of his father's military tent, Jan already had a complete plan. She divided her soldiers into four parts, and planted a squad of about thirty men on three sides of the town of Valuno, to plunder the nearby villages and collect some necessary strategic supplies, and she took a team of 100 to ambush on the last side of the town, if the cowards of the town planned to abandon the city and flee, then the hundred people would continue to harass and delay these lambs to the slaughter like a wolf hunting sheep, and finally only wait for her father's army to arrive, and then she could completely annihilate these cowards.

But things obviously turned out to be unexpected.

They found nothing except that her most capable sergeant, who caught a sentry from the town of Valuno while on his mission.

"We searched several surrounding villages, and these Great Pruss must have been prepared. At the risk of being reprimanded, a tribal general cautiously reported to the chief's daughter. "Except for some discarded wooden and stone furniture, there are only houses left that they can't move. When he said this, the general looked a little embarrassed. Looking at this woman, whose face was getting harder and harder to look at, he almost had an urge to crawl on the ground.

It wasn't until Yang waved his hand that the general retreated as if he had been granted amnesty.

These Great Prussians must have been organized by some fellows, Jan thought to himself.

You can't get nothing, but you can't do nothing.

"Send this captive back. Jan said to one of his lieutenants.

The deputy was amazed, "My lord, he injured our young man, and just let him go?"

"What did he use to hurt your men, and I heard that he rode a horse when you caught him?" Jan asked.

"My lord, when we caught him, he was riding around on horseback. A young man threw a javelin at him, and the man fell off his horse. We all thought that the great Prussian was no longer capable of fighting, and while we were rushing up to catch him, the man stabbed a young man in the forehead with his sword, and another young man had two fingers cut off by the sword. The deputy respectfully recounted what had happened at that time,

Jan tossed an axe he had been playing with in his hand, threw it in the middle of the tent, and went to meet the captured captive.

"Who are you, and why are you rebelling against us?" asked Young, looking at the captive tied to a stump. In her mind, the Great Prussians were a bunch of things that could not be grabbed more than livestock, and it was a strange thing to stand up against herself.

The captive blushed, he hadn't intended to say a word since the moment he was caught.

Looking at the captive's appearance, the corners of Yang's mouth suddenly rose slightly, and she looked at the captive a little narrowly. With black hair, blue pupils, and a slightly sad look between his eyebrows, he doesn't know if it's because he was tied to a tree stump, he looks a little taller than the Wiegand people around him. It means that you have to be heroic and righteous.

"Well, since you won't say your name, I'll call you the Great Prussian first. My name is Jan, and I'm Mechsmode of the Campbell Tribe. Looking at the captive's expression, which gradually became confused, Jan opened his mouth and explained: "It can be understood as the commander in your mouth." ”

"My name is William. The captive spoke suddenly, and Jan looked expectantly to see if the young man could provide more information, but he was silent.

Jan's mood suddenly became a little irritable, and she didn't want to be entangled with this guy named "William" anymore for the time being.