It was obviously a word of surrender, but it made Savage feel more refreshed than ever.

And standing opposite Savage was the commander-in-chief of the Empire's spearhead.

It's just that at this time, he was already wearing a covered helmet, and his face was wrapped in a layer of metal chains, so that no one could see his true identity.

The Count briefly looked through the gap in his helmet at the tribal chief in front of him.

Just like he imagined.

He was disheveled, with some fat on his face, and some yellowish-gray flesh on his muscular arms.

The most important thing is the nose on the fat face, which has a thick layer of fat on it, and it looks a little stupid at first.

Through the iron helmet, the Count made a slight humming sound, accompanied by a rustling of metal, and the mere mere standing opposite him gave goosebumps to his body.

What's more, behind such an eccentric person, with a "real army" with him?

"Of course!"

"Although the legions of the Empire are invincible, we will not kill our own cattle and sheep at will. ”

"Submit to the Empire! Let us see where your sincerity is?"

Savage nodded calmly. Even if he collects prisoners of war on the battlefield, he will never take in a group of people who have not yet been disarmed, which is not called generosity, but stupidity.

He leaned slightly to the side, threw the large Pruss sword he had with at his waist on Lin, and gestured to the knight that there was nothing else on his body

The tribesmen standing behind him threw their weapons behind their leader.

Although the weapon did not make any sound when it landed on the soft dirt floor, all the warriors who had done so felt a "pop" in their hearts.

Anyone is ashamed, let alone these "strong men" who beg for a living in front of nature?

"Are all your people here?"

Although the count had already made up his mind for a long time, he still opened his mouth to inquire, and only when the chief himself came out with the truth could their surrender be called "without water".

Sure enough, when the Count asked this question, Savic's originally pretended to be calm finally shook a little.

If it were possible, he would rather tell the warriors who had been hunting outside never to return, and he himself would not have to reveal their existence.

But after all, he did not deceive the great Pruss to spare his courage, such things as weakness and submission, as long as he did it once, and then he got used to it.

"Not all of them are here, my lord, there are a lot of hunters in our tribe, and they are still out hunting, and the slowest may not be back until about three or four. ”

If it weren't for the chained visor that obscured the count's face, Savage would have seen a surprised face.

Not only was it surprise, but the count's face showed irrepressible joy.

The most important thing to recover this Wegenrao tribe is nothing more than to survey the location of the nearby tribes, so that the empire's great army will not be like headless flies scurrying around in the swamp, if so, no matter how much supplies are organized, it will just be wasted.

It had been less than a week since the legion had been in the swamp, and all kinds of materials could barely support it, and if it could not find an easily accessible area to set up a forward camp after a while, it would be a big mess.

Savage could not see the count's expression, nor could he put himself in the shoes of the Great Pruth army, and after not hearing a reply for a long time, he could only find a breakthrough in his own body.

"My lord, I can guarantee that these people will be absolutely loyal to me, even if they are not here now. Please rest assured on this point. ”

As he did this, Savage wiped the beads of sweat from his face and fell to his knees.

And this had to make the count feel a little more disdainful in his heart.

Even the most ordinary warrior should learn to hide this kind of timid expression in front of his opponent, let alone a leader?

But at this moment, when the guy in front of him is still useful, he still has to be appeased by reasoning.

"You think too much, the empire is not worried that those people are not loyal enough, betrayal and rebellion are the right of the strong, we can conquer your tribe, we will never worry about those guerrillas scattered. ”

"That's it, I'm a barbarian with you, I don't know anything, let me ask you, what is your name, and what rank can this tribe rank in your Weygenrao 'conference'?"

Savage never expected that the Count was so familiar with their Weygan Rao that he forgot even the last of his own defenses, and did not have any thoughts on the details of the surrender, but gave a clear account of what little information he had.

After hearing these staccato words from Savic, the Count reluctantly constructed a simple network of maps in his mind.

According to the law of this chief, the Savage tribe in front of him was almost on a corner in the northwest of the woodside swamp, according to the original marching trajectory of the empire, it was originally going to collide with another tribe of oars or something, but I don't know why, the empire's army had obviously passed through their core area, but they didn't see half a figure.

In addition, half a day's journey to the northeast of this tribe, there was another large tribe with a population of more than 3,000 rao, and that was the first base of Wiegand's migration from the far north to the fertile land of the woodside swamps in the absence of years.

This made the count's mind come alive.

A stronghold that has been in operation for hundreds of years has not been discovered in the last Northern Expedition, and it must have its own uniqueness, and the foundation of that place for hundreds of years is also suitable for making a base for the advance of a large army.

"Yes, you've earned my trust, Savage. ”

The Count said with a smile.

"I would like to make you my slave. Of my three sons, only two of them will receive the land after my death, and I have come for him. ”

"Do you have any relatives at home? As the vanguard of the empire this time, I can beg His Majesty the Emperor to make this my fiefdom. When the time comes, how about arranging your family?"

"Of course, if you had a daughter, so much the better. My son doesn't have a wife yet...... If you marry your daughter to me, then we will not only be a master and servant, but also a vassal between us, understand?"

Before the Earl mentioned his in-laws, Savage really had the urge to go out to talk about his family.

But when he couldn't wait to mention marriage, Savage immediately fell silent about his two daughters.

It was not that he did not intend to marry his daughter to the son of the "noble man of the Great Prussia" in front of him, but he did not believe that such a thing could fall on the head of a prisoner of war.

In a sense, he wasn't even a prisoner of war, but that kind of pathetic slave.

"My lord, I once had a son, but he was killed by the owner of this sword, and he was stabbed in the heart. ”

Savage pointed to the sword on the ground and lied slightly.

Although it was not possible to figure out what the Earl's conspiracy was, it was undoubtedly the best way to hide it.

"You don't have any more children, then you don't hate us Great Prus, Savic, I want you to be honest!"

Savic's heart shook for a moment, but he still kept his composure.

"My lord, we Wiegand were born to obey the strong. Even if you don't come, we'll make a living by fighting each other. Besides, I'm not old enough to have children, so there's no need to fight the strong for the sake of the dead. My son died only because he wasn't as strong as I was. ”

The Count thought it was wonderful, and even through a layer of armor, he let out a laugh that Savage could hear clearly.

"Hahaha, yes, yes, if I hadn't known you today, you would have been qualified to be my retinue to lead the horse. ”

Savage's face burned hot, but it was not just because of the Count's humiliation of him, but because of the horror of what he had just concealed.

"I ask you, do you know what are the conditions for the release of prisoners of war by our Great Prussians?"

“......”

"We will only allow people to survive if they fight well on the battlefield, just like your culture, and we respect the strong, you know?"

Savage suddenly heard the sound of the sword unsheathed, and just as he was about to raise his head to check, his originally flexible neck suddenly lost consciousness.

A bloodied human head rolled down on Lin, and despite his age, the Count was still a qualified swordsman.

"You are sensible enough, but unfortunately, your sword has been stained with the blood of the Great Prussian warrior, and it is destined to not be able to keep you alive. ”

The warriors standing in front of the Horde Gate were a little suspicious, and they hurriedly tried to find the blades to resist from the pile of weapons thrown in front of the door, only to find that the Great Prussian infantry who were still far away on the hillside had already been forced in front of them.

"Death to the one who lifts the sword!"

"Kneel down and surrender, Rao Er wait for his life!"

The Count raised his blood-stained sword in his hand and roared against the howling north wind.

And the warriors who followed the Count, though most of them could not hear the meaning, also shouted in a decent manner.

"Surrender on your knees, Rao Er will die!"

"Surrender on your knees, Rao Er will die!"

Others who really don't understand the obscure pronunciation of Wiegand people use a more oppressive approach.

They raised their shields in their hands.

"Bang Bang Bang !!"

"Bang Bang Bang !!"

"Bang Bang Bang !!"

This was a trick that the Wiegand used to play when raiding caravans, but now the Great Prus warriors used it on their own.

And because the legions of the empire were more organized, the sound of this "music" became louder.

The Wiegand people had learned the skill of compassion from the howling north wind, and they were able to travel this sound far and wide with a tailwind.

But at this moment, the army of Great Prus was against the wind and suppressed the sound step by step.

This heavy impact sound seems to have a magical power, and the sound that was originally harmless to humans and animals now has the power to knock people down out of thin air.

One after another, the Wiegand warriors threw away the blades they had just picked up, and fell to their knees on the Lin, lying as low as dogs.

They had seen such things as killing the leaders of rival tribes while preserving their people.

Therefore, in the face of similar situations, there is no strong resistance.

Of course, there are exceptions in every case.

A few sturdy Wiegand men stood up in front of the army of the Great Prius.

They kicked away their compatriots who were on their knees, and went to their deaths with their chests held out.

In the face of the neat shield wall, it is meaningless to be brave and brave, and this has not yet reached the intensity of the southern gun array, in the process of fighting against the melee troops, if the gun array is placed, just being able to stand in front of those two or three meters long weapons can be called a test of the soldier's psychological quality.

Especially on narrow mountain roads, it is really a matter of time......

For these people who are dying, there is naturally no chance of contact with the gun.

It was not so much that these people were sent to death with a grudge against the Great Prus, but rather a strange grief that prompted their actions.

In this land where nationalism has not yet come and blossomed, the blood of a few victims was quietly sprinkled on the muddy ground.

Their relatives and friends watched these people fall to the ground one by one, although they were a little unbearable, but they didn't have the heart to resist.

They weren't the first to die here, but they weren't the last.

After a brief judgment, the tribal villages were unanimously considered to be difficult places to set up camp.

Although built in a relatively sheltered area, his quest for temperature eventually became the source of the destruction of their fragile civilization.

The Count stood silently beside the tribe, his sword on the ground.

Since he gradually gained a position in the army, he has done more and more actions like this.

If they could camp in an area that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, maybe it would change their fate, right?

Maybe it will inflict a few more casualties on the soldiers of the Empire? Maybe it will force him not to dare to take the city?

While the Count tried to think about it, several of his guards stood beside him in a daze.

"Lord Earl, we won...... There is no one to resist anymore. What next?"

The soldier's words seemed to wake the Count from a dream.

The Count slowly came back to his senses and smiled at the soldiers in front of him

"Why, are you stunned here? Is the salary paid to you by the emperor so high that you won't even take it yourself when the money falls in front of you?"

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