Tullo was a young warrior from the Grolo tribe, his saddle was covered with bloody heads, the skirts of his armor were dyed black and red, and the smell of the sun was strong, but he didn't care, and his mouth cracked open with a smile, revealing a mouthful of big yellow teeth.

"Tuluo, how many heads have you cut off this time? After the victory, I am afraid that I will make an exception and be summoned by the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty!"

Although the grassland barbarians were ranked as the coercive servants of the Shenwu Army, they followed the same rules as the Shenwu Army when rewarding meritorious deeds, and once there was a person with outstanding performance, Qin Jin, as the commander of the army, would personally summon him to show his reward.

Listening to the jokes of his companions, Turo nodded earnestly.

"What is the summons, you all watch, sooner or later, I, Tuluo, will become the guard of the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty!"

Everyone laughed when they heard this, and they all teased him for daydreaming.

"The warriors around the prime minister are like birds on the grassland, thousands, I'm afraid you have to wait until your grandchildren are white-headed......"

Qin Jin did not exclude foreign races in the army, and he would recruit some warriors from among the various ministries to fill his personal guard camp.

Although these people are doing trivial things like guarding at night, as long as they are recognized by Qin Jin, they have a great chance to be invested in the elite new army for training, and it is not a distant dream to make contributions and worship the generals.

Looking at the people around Qin Jin who have been reused, almost more than half of them are young people in their early twenties, and such an eclectic use of talents has formed a trend inside and outside the army over time, and all young people dream of one day being able to enter the personal guard camp of the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty.

Tu Luo is one of the countless aspiring young people, although his background in the Shenwu Military Association is also a very low status of the Glolu Department, after all, Gloro's betrayal of the Tang Dynasty has made them too discredited, but he believes that as long as the number of enemies he kills accumulates to a certain extent, he will inevitably be favored by the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty.

The heads hanging on their bodies and saddles were thrown on the ground one by one, and the military officials in charge of remembering their merits stepped forward to count them and then recorded them.

The military officials who recorded meritorious service were all commissioners stationed in various ministries of the Shenwu Army, who were not only responsible for the statistics of merit and preventing fraud, but also could monitor every move of the barbarian department by the way.

"Tsk! You can win twenty first ranks in one battle, and this is the first time you've seen it!"

Even the military officials who remembered their merits couldn't help but admire, in his military career, he really hadn't seen anyone more than Tuluo had won, or brought back more heads.

Turo was not satisfied with the teasing of his companions, but when he was praised by the meritorious soldiers, he was excited like a loose little wild horse, dancing on the horse.

"Really, then, will I be summoned by the Prime Minister?"

The meritorious officer replied seriously:

"I will report it truthfully, maybe God will favor you, and you can stand in the prime minister's tent next time you triumph!"

There was a certain element of consolation when he said this, and the prime minister had every opportunity, how could he meet an ordinary Grolu soldier? I am afraid that even if he had captured hundreds of enemy heads at one time, he might not have this honor.

Even so, Turro felt that he was one step closer to his dream.

"General Lao, don't count wrong!"

He jumped off the war horse and carefully picked up the head on the ground, counted it again, and then stood up satisfied, not paying the slightest attention to the embarrassed look on the face of the soldier next to him.

Soon, the attention of the Grolo people shifted from checking the head to the final battle situation.

The Great Cannibal suffered many casualties and escaped because of the surging waters of the Shali River.

This battle can be said to have made the Great Food Praetorian Guard suffer a lot and lose face.

Most of the co-followers who followed the Shenwu army came from the riverside region, which was also the focus of the Great Cannibals.

After a large-scale rebellion in the Tang Dynasty, the Hezhong region was completely reduced to a hunting ground for the Great Cannibals, until the appearance of the Shenwu Army, this situation gradually began to change.

Abbas's Great Food Local Army is extremely powerful, and every time it fights, the barbarians are holding their heads and running around, let alone nominating the Great Food Praetorian Guard.

Now, the Great Eater Guards had been defeated so easily, and the Great Cannibals had been defeated so badly, that in the hearts of the Grohs they were no different from the tribes that had been conquered.

Almost everyone brags about how many cannibals they have killed and how many they have captured alive......

In addition to the capture of the head, there were also a number of great cannibals who became captives.

It's just that counting the captives is much more complicated than counting the heads.

After the head is counted, a large pit is dug and burned intensively, and then covered with earth and buried.

Obviously, the handling of prisoners of war cannot be so simple and straightforward, first of all, it is necessary to count the number of people, and register all kinds of personal information about their names, ages, and tribes.

All the information was counted, and then it was reported to Wang Renli to decide what to do with them.

The higher-ranking captives were held in solitary confinement and then escorted to Sylvan after further screening.

What was once a small Sylvan has now become a military center of the Shenwu Army in the homeland of Persia.

The Grolu were notoriously cruel to their captives, branding each person's face with a red-hot iron as a slave before being sold.

It's just that the Shenwu Army is absolutely not allowed to do this, and all prisoners and booty must be handed over and distributed according to their work.

This rule must be followed unless those are franchised and some armies can directly take the spoils for themselves.

Therefore, the condition of these prisoners was fine, but they were strung together by ropes in groups of twenty to prevent them from escaping or causing trouble.

Among the many captives, an unkempt beard was inconspicuous, but many of the people around him exuded a hint of respect.

The nobles who were enjoying the food and wine from far away in Ctesiphon would have been surprised to see him at this moment.

Isn't this the deputy commander of the Paletorian Guard of the Caliphate!

For Ibn, the present situation is both unfortunate and fortunate.

Unfortunately he became a prisoner of the Tang Dynasty, but fortunately he was not drowned in the flooding Shali River. Although everyone will say righteously and awe-inspiringly, they would rather die in battle than live shamefully. But as long as there is a chance to survive, even if it is as miserable as a dog, few people will give up this opportunity.

But Ibn was even more miserable, he had little choice, and after losing consciousness in the river, he woke up again to horror and dismay, finding himself a captive.

Fortunately, the Grolu people did not recognize his identity, including the Tang Dynasty people who were responsible for screening his identity, and did not find anything abnormal.

As an ordinary captive, there must still be many opportunities to escape, Ibn thought......