The soldiers had never done anything like this before, and they were all stunned when they faced their commanders.

"What's there about them...... The poor people can't even afford to wear clothes. ”

"It's not as good as our hometown......"

The Count's face was smiling again.

In order to prevent the Wiegand from retaliating against him after showing his face, he had been wearing a helmet, but now that the Wiegand had been driven away by the soldiers a long distance away from the tribe, the Count had naturally already removed the obstructive thing.

It seems that the core area of the empire has really not been fought for too long, and the soldier has reached the point where even the most basic ability of looting has been lost, and he has to teach the soldier how to rob things himself.

"A piece of leather is a skin in the swamp, and in the south, a skin can be exchanged for three imperial silver coins, which is the bare minimum. ”

"Besides, wipe your eyes away, these Wiegand people have robbed a lot of our caravans in addition to hunting, and maybe there are a lot of goods among them......"

"Put down the jerky in your hand! Go find something of value, don't look like you haven't seen the world, they Wiegand people look terribly poor, but if you look carefully, there is still a lot of oil and water." ”

There were no bloody battles as expected, no casualties, and the soldiers were as if they had just had a drill.

To be reasonable, they are not afraid of killing, even if they stab those few barbarians to death with their own hands, it does not cause them much burden in their hearts, but only makes them a little excited.

If you don't even have such awareness, then what kind of soldier is you?

It's just that they never imagined that the first pot of gold they harvested was not a reward from His Majesty the Emperor during their bloody battle, but a loot in the tribe that received almost no resistance.

It was only after the soldiers had been covered with several layers of hides that the Count pulled his sword out from the ground.

He made a rough estimate with his eyes, even if these barbarians really obeyed the law and did not have any major conflicts with other tribes, or if they went south to plunder their great Pruus, in this tribe, the income from a single loot would not be less than three hundred gold coins, and those soldiers who were quicker would be able to catch one.

If these soldiers were yeoman farmers who cultivated the land in his fiefdom, the money would not have saved them for several years.

This is not because the grain in the north is not valuable, but because the grain production value of farming is too low.

In rich years, it cannot be sold at a high price, and in years when there is a shortage of grain, the peasants themselves do not have enough to eat, and it is unrealistic to be able to save grain in one and two years, let alone have money.

Although nominally he didn't steal things from the soldiers, he didn't give the camp tent of the other tribe leader to a group of big-headed soldiers to loot.

"Alright, you guys come and follow me into the house, and the rest of the soldiers ...... Let's burn this place down. ”

Walking into the house with his head held high, the Count glanced at the layout of the house with wide eyes.

There were still some traces of human life in the wooden house, but now it was empty, and the expected ambush or any barbaric assassination did not appear.

The Count twitched his nose several times, and his nose was one of his favorite organs of his body, for it was not only large enough, but it was not stupid, and the tip of the high cocked nose bone had a faint tendency to sink a little, which made him especially unfathomable.

And twitching his nose is a common means for him to show contempt for his enemies.

A stone table covered with animal skins, a few pots of inferior liquor that I didn't know where I got it, and two or three large chests that had been turned over and turned into a mess and I didn't know what they were.

Resisting the lingering stench in the room, the Count led the men to inspect the boxes.

Generally speaking, the dwellings inhabited by the chiefs of such primitive tribes basically included the most valuable things in the entire tribe. This "chief's wealth" is not only the private treasury of the chiefs of the tribe, but also the "general ledger" of the entire tribe responsible for marketing expenses.

In the mood to give it a try, the Count personally inspected one of several chests.

He didn't care about the few gold and silver utensils on the surface, these things looked valuable, but in fact, the real gold and silver content was pitiful, and the handmade skills were very limited, and there were many wear and tear, and their value was even lower, if he went out with these things, in addition to attracting the envy of the soldiers, I was afraid that he would be ridiculed by other nobles.

These things were given to a few soldiers who had made meritorious deeds and a few nobles who accompanied the army, and the things that were really worth asking him to find with his own hands were amber and rubies, which were the specialties of the Northland.

They are small in size and extremely valuable, so they are the best choice to keep for His Majesty the Emperor or to keep them in your castle for future generations.

During the last Northern Expedition, he was fortunate enough to get two rubies lined with quality, one of which he used to make a delicate necklace for his beloved wife, and the other to pay for the necklace and a whole cart of goods.

Since that time, he has had a heart to collect these lovely things and remember their appearance in his heart

But to his regret, even though he groped for this chest, he couldn't find the treasure he wanted.

And when he glanced with a puzzled look at the few soldiers who had come in with him, they got the same answer.

Maybe it's because not every tribe can collect this precious item.

The Count sighed inwardly, but did not make a sound on the surface, but only told the soldiers to put away all the valuable treasures in the chest.

He is not a greedy person for money, not to mention this kind of accidental wealth, he does not really put it into his eyes

"It's all burned, it's useless here. ”

As soon as the earl's words fell, the soldiers who were already standing by and ready raised their torches soaked in pine oil, and they threw the torches in the direction of the house, and the fire "whirred" to rise.

Compared to the Beihai Palace, which had been burned down by the soldiers of the Empire, the chieftain's house was nothing of a remarkable building at all, and in just a few moments, a tribe that had once lived in thousands of people was turned into a white land.

Soon there was a strange aroma in the air, it was a unique fragrance of pine wood, but someone had tried to use this kind of thing to cook, but the pine oil smelled good, and the taste was too strange to eat, so I put it down first.

However, the Great Pruss has always left behind the tradition of making desserts with pine wood, and the desserts made in this way can be somewhat tainted with the fragrance of pine oil.

In this strange atmosphere, many soldiers remembered the desserts of their hometown.

They looked at the "spoils" on their bodies with a wry smile, if they could go back alive, the money in exchange for these goods alone would probably allow them to eat all-you-can-eat precious desserts.

Although it is not yet possible to make its own sugar, the collection of honey is a technique that has been mastered throughout the country of Grand Pruos.

Before the fire engulfed the entire village, several young soldiers took the lead and pulled the bodies of the Wiegand who did not give in out of the flames.

However, this was not because they respected the body of the deceased, but because the Count gave the order.

"Dig a shallow pit out of the ground, then spread them out and put them in, and finally sprinkle a layer of floating soil. ”

Again, this is not a religious ritual, but a nefarious ploy.

This act represents the curse of the victors on the land, and the bodies of the dead can neither be taken away by wild beasts nor buried deep in the ground, which means that their bodies and souls cannot be left in the world.

According to reports, the suffering of these dead will also be inflicted on all creatures that pass through the land, and only creatures such as rats and mosquitoes will survive.

This was the way the monks in the army taught every general, and he called the form "plague".

Although the Count did not really understand what a "plague" was, he was indeed very happy to make his enemies live and die at peace.

Looking at these corpses that had been buried haphazardly in the ground, his face finally showed a look of satisfaction.

It's over. Without a single casualty, he led the vanguard to eliminate the first Wegenrao tribe he encountered on the Northern Expedition, and cut off the head of their leader with his own hands.

"Boss, what about the rest of the people?"

When the soldier asked, his hands, waist, and shoulders were filled with plundered goods, most of which were not too precious, but the amount of them was a small income.

"Hmm...... Are you one of these slaves? Since His Majesty the Emperor asked them to submit, then naturally there are priests or some kind of imperial official to take care of them, in short, it has nothing to do with us, just order a few people to take them to the camp, all you have to do now is not to let these people run away, and do not let them all die on the road, do I understand enough, soldier?"

The soldier nodded a little confusedly.

"Yes, sir, but you don't need so much at all. ”

The Count shook his head slightly, and he approached the soldier and said:

"Perhaps, in a few decades, our emperor would prefer one more group of Great Prussians than the new Wiegands. As long as they don't die, you can take them with you on the road for a long time...... I suppose the Wiegand people, savage enough, haven't grown up enough to turn you off?"

The blankness on the soldier's face was even more confused, but the Count had no intention of explaining, he patted the soldier on the shoulder, and told him that as long as he made a microphone, someone would understand the meaning.

The soldier looked at the armored Count and tried to say something, but his throat rolled several times in succession, but he could not utter a single syllable.

I just silently recited a sentence in my heart.

"My lord, we are civilized. ”

In front of him was a wasteland engulfed in flames and displaced tribesmen.

If nothing else, there must be few of them who have raided the Great Prussians in the south, and if they do, it must have been the work of their ancestors, and it has nothing to do with this generation.

Behind him is a country that claims to be prosperous......

Culture is prosperous, commerce is thriving, and although there are many bankrupt craftsmen and wanderers like him, on the whole, except for the relatively barren Beihai Kingdom, the other two kingdoms can at least have a full bite to eat.

The people in front of them began to sobb silently at some point.

They don't even have the courage to cry so loudly......

When the Great Prussians put back their messengers, they did not resist.

When the Great Prussians killed their leader, they did not resist.

When the Great Prus plundered their belongings, they did not resist.

By the time the Great Prussians burned down their homes, they were no longer in a position to die.

Giving up their wealth in exchange for the qualification to continue to survive was something they would have approved, but how could they not cry when the environment they had lived in for many years was destroyed to the point of being completely destroyed?

A stout-looking soldier suddenly grabbed a good-looking Wiegand girl in the crowd.

"It looks like zero, but how much should it still work, right?"

"Don't be afraid, girl, I'm not here to hurt you...... In the days to come, you will be grateful for what I have done today."

The girl did not understand the words of the Great Prussian warrior, but her eyes were full of fear of male rao.

Her mother died in the summer of the year she gave birth, her brother is now out hunting, probably ignorant of what is happening in the tribe, and her father, who has just died as one of the few "resisters".

"Come, girl, you will be the mother of a 'great Prus', this is a rare opportunity. ”

It was still something she didn't understand.

But she could sense what was going to happen next in the man's hideous face.

She was only thirteen years old, and even among the Wiegand tribes, who were prevalent in early marriage, she was only a child.

But the soldier didn't care to pick her up.

Although he has plenty of time, he doesn't plan to help just a girl who "stumbles".

In any case, however, there were still a small number of soldiers who were responsible for carrying out such work, and most of them continued to drive north with the count's troops.

Although the large number of animal skins that Fang had plundered in the enemy tribe increased the burden of the march, they also became qualitatively lined marching tents when the army spent the night.

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