Muhadi and his own crystal servants synchronized for a moment, and beside him, the elven warriors began to cut off the heads of the wounded soldiers of the dead of the defenders, while his Tyr soldiers began to systematically pluck the belongings of the dead.

More elves poured into the trading post, surrounded by blood, flames, and the screams of dying men. The short knife can't cut off a person's head at once, it's more like sawing off the head alive, and it is obvious that the dying will not remain silent at this time. []

However, it was not only the soldiers of the merchant families or the samurai of the Crazy Horse tribe who were killed, many of the caravans trapped in the trading posts were also slaughtered, their guards were cut down, their livestock were slaughtered, and the boxes containing goods were thrown to the ground and opened, and the contents were looted, and the ground was littered with broken pottery and ornamental fragments.

After a long while, the boy felt that he had regained his composure, so he put away his scimitar and wiped the blood that had stuck to his face from the fight.

Some elven warriors beat horses past him, "Muhadi!" they shouted happily, slapping their machetes on their chests in expression of their admiration.

Judging by the number of psionic senses, the battle killed at least two hundred stubborn defenders, while their own casualties were in the double digits.

Muhadi lifted his leg again, only to realize how fierce the battle he had just experienced was, and now he even trembled a little in his calf from overexertion.

"My lord!" came out of nowhere, he was slashed in the face, and the wound extended from the center of his eyebrows to the bridge of his nose, and he looked much more powerful. Although there was still blood coming out, the knife was not deep, so it was not a big deal.

"My lord, we have completed the sweep of the battlefield," said Gash excitedly, "and we have found a lot of treasure, and high-quality weapons? ”

"Send White Flash to take care of the wounded," the boy ordered, "and besides, where are the officers who tell me about the elves?"

"They occupied the house of the former merchant family soldiers, and I saw that your other girlfriend and the young elven leader had entered, and a few elven warriors had taken a few captured prisoners in, presumably the leaders of the defenders. ”

When Gash was in Tyre, he always saw Muhati and Aisha together, and he had a preconceived idea that Aisha was the girlfriend of the teenager. After joining the tribe, he saw that the elf girl Fatumah was also often in pairs with Muhadi, so he thought that Fatumah was also one of his girlfriends. For his misunderstandings, the boy was too lazy to explain.

"In my name, declare that all the spoils of this battle will be awarded to the soldiers personally," Muhadi finally instructed, "and go and put your ranks in order, and I will discuss with the elves the arrangements for the next battle." ”

Walking into the house of the former business family officer again, the identity of the young man was already very different. Last time I came as a prisoner and was interrogated, and now as a victor, I am interrogating others.

The furnishings in the room were similar to before, except that there were many holes in the carpet, and it was black and charred, and it was very ugly. Presumably, because they were outnumbered, the defenders piled up the maps, ledgers, and other confidential letters in the house and burned them.

Since the oil lamps were knocked over in the chaos of the battle, the elves planted torches in the iron rings on the walls to serve as lighting.

There were three captives in the room, including the bearded merchant family officer who had previously interrogated Muhadi. Gaston, the boy of the Crazy Horse tribe, and the captain of the caravan guard, who acted as an emissary, were also pressed to their knees by the elves.

"I saw your men looting ordinary caravans outside, and those men did not resist us in the previous battle. As soon as Muhadi entered the house, he said, "With all due respect, this will not have a positive effect on the reputation of the tribe." ”

"This is the way of war, my friend Muhadi," Fahd explained to the boy patiently, not paying much attention. This is the rule of warfare between tribes, and it has been so since ancient times. Besides, I don't like to call it a robbery, I prefer an academic word - the redistribution of wealth. ”

"They are the weak, and it would be unfair to let the weak possess wealth while our brave warriors are penniless!" Fatumah also enlightened him, "Fire and sand make our people, and this is how we live." ”

"Well," Muhati asked, not wanting to argue any further, "what are you going to do with these three people?"

"We're going to hear from you. Fahd pushed his hands forward, signaling respect for the boy's opinion.

The bearded captive pressed on the ground was suspicious at the beginning, but now after listening to Muhadi's voice, he was even more certain, and couldn't help blurting out "It's you!"

"Naturally, it's me. The boy shrugged his shoulders and untied his bandana, revealing his face.

"It's you!" shouted the boy from the Crazy Horse tribe and the caravan.

"Leave me alone, sir, I think you'll have to wait until dawn to reply......"

"Well, it doesn't hurt to think about it. "But go on thinking," said the boy, and shut him up and throw him into one of the dungeons outside, the one with a big hole in the ground. ”

The boy from the Crazy Horse tribe was scolding, his speech was so fast, and his accent became so strong that Muhadi didn't understand a few words. probably only understood that the other party called him a "shameless bitch" and scolded the bearded officer as a "brain-dead lizard". There were also a lot of swear words involving feces and genitals, which Muhadi didn't understand, but his psionic powers allowed him to feel the anger of the other person.

"I'd advise you to be quiet, or I'll have to use a blunt knife to cut off your scalp little by little, and then lift your skull, tie it to the wall, and let the sand eagle peck at it. The words that Gaston had threatened Muhathir when he was posing as a captive were now used by the boy on himself.

"Please!" this kid from the Crazy Horse tribe was extremely tough and stubbornly pushed back. "Whatever you do to me, I promise you'll end up a thousand times worse than it!"

Many of the warriors of the Crazy Horse tribe did not patrol the walls at the beginning of the attack, but sat around the fire to have fun. Most of them thought that their reinforcements were close to the left, and no matter how bold the elves were, they couldn't attack here with all their might. A small number of alert and scheming samurai, and because they suspected that the people of the merchant family might retreat from the battle, they all ran to the bearded officer, under the pretext of discussing the military situation, but in fact it was surveillance.

As a result, in the attack, these fierce tribal warriors suffered great losses, many were killed in battle, and some of them jumped off the wall and fled into the desert, and the only captives were mostly captured after being knocked unconscious.

"You promised not to fail, and to take our Fatoumah friends into slavery," Muhadi pouted, "Your promise is worth nothing." ”

"We've captured more than seventy captives," Fahd tilted his head as he listened to an elven warrior whisper something in his ear, and then to everyone. "What do you think we should do? Muhadi friend? And you, Fatoumah?"

In the battle of Shicai, the greatest credit is naturally Muhadi, but the two chieftain candidates are also good, and both have made great contributions to the Scorpio tribe. According to the agreement, whoever avenges the revenge of the former chieftain Abiad will succeed him as chief. But now the credit of the two is about the same, and it is impossible to tell who is the winner.

Before Fatuma spoke, she glared at her half-brother viciously, and smiled approvingly at the young man. "I built the camp outside the trading post to disguise that we had failed to attack here. It is possible to leave a few honest captives not to kill, and it is convenient for our people to disguise themselves as the defenders of the trading post. In this way, reinforcements from the Crazy Horse tribe will rush to help. At this time, our army will rain arrows from the wall and lean on this fortress, and we have no reason to lose!"

Muhadi was noncommittal, but Fahd spoke. "They have a mage as an advisor, do you think they would really do that? I've heard that mages summon eyeballs that can fly in the wind, and can observe the image of the enemy in battle. Do you really think this plan is feasible?"

Muhadi looked at the three captives, "I have an idea," he said, looking up at Fatumah and Fahd, "but there may be danger, the chief of the Crazy Horse tribe is said to be a warlike general, and she is accompanied by a mage." ”

"There is no certainty in war," Fahd replied him, "tell me your plan, and let us see if it is a brilliant plan that will be enough for us to triumphant." ”

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