Chapter 341: Descendants of the Storm
In the prisoner of war camp, all the prisoners of war were driven together, and the human infantry with spears and crossbows divided them into pieces, and the soldiers were ordered to kill a prisoner of war if they thought that there was a potential threat in their words and actions, and dragged them outside to feed the vulture and wild dogs!
Although human life in troubled times is like a mustard, the subjective assumption of handing over the power of life and death to ordinary soldiers, this kind of almost childish order still makes people full of despair!
The POWs were extremely uneasy, what was happening there in the North City was no secret, and thousands of POWs rioted in an attempt to escape into the vast ice field, which was enough for the human commander to cut off the heads of all the captives. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE。 info
This uneasiness intensified after bands of cavalry and archers entered the vicinity of the camp. The heavy shackles and starvation of their bodies had long since made them incapable of resisting, and it only took a few rounds of fire from the human archers to turn all the captives into dead bodies without incident.
As for the escape, it was even more impossible, and the bravalist cavalry constantly stimulated the numb nerves of the prisoners of war, and they wished that all of them would escape, and then cut off their heads and go back to receive the merit.
Suddenly, there was a commotion among the prisoners of war, and in the open space not far from them, rows of sharp wooden frames were erected, and dozens of dying prisoners were pushed in front of the prisoners of war.
Without a superfluous declaration, dozens of soldiers with swords in their hands cut off the heads of all the prisoners. Dozens of hideous heads soon hung on the top of the wooden frame, swaying with the cold wind.
The people who were killed were the leaders of the Northcity riots, and everyone knew this. But this nonchalant attitude of human beings is even more desperate. Because they have understood that in the eyes of mankind they are just a herd of cattle that oppress coolies, and they will be killed if they are killed, without a reason or an explanation!
As the commotion spread, the human archers indifferently bent their bows and arrows, their arrows piercing the prisoners in the eyes with a sharp light. Just when the prisoners of war thought that the archers were about to release their arrows, several people suddenly rushed out of the cavalry.
The leader was a human general with a square face and a resolute face, he glanced at the prisoners of war, and said loudly: "You brutes have listened to Lao Tzu, my words are only said once, and Lao Tzu will not repeat them if you don't hear them clearly, if you don't hear them clearly, you can only blame your life for not being good-!"
The captives looked at each other, not understanding what the other party meant, but in their minds, it must not be a good thing, most likely the human beings did not vent enough, and deliberately found fault!
It was Xiao Lei who spoke, he coughed clearly, and said murderously: "Next, I will read the names of the five tribes, and all the people who belong to these five tribes will get out of Lao Tzu!" After speaking, he took out a note and read: "Ice Desert Department, Ice Tide Department, Ice Ling Department, Ice Lake Department, Ice Ze Department...... Well, that's all, get out of here!"
All the captives looked at Xiao Lei's murderous appearance, and they were all terrified. Immediately after Xiao Lei finished reading, some of the captives gloated with a look of schadenfreude, and they found that the people mentioned were all poor worms left in the frozen territory.
Since the fall of the Frozen Protoss, the lives of these poor creatures have become more and more miserable day by day, from the top tribe in the past to the current withering. Even if you become a captive, you have to be found by humans, and it is really a group of people who have been cursed!
Soon, a group of captives came out in silence, and they looked a little pitiful, more like refugees than soldiers, but when they came together, they all clung to each other and never left each other.
The deep suffering made these different tribes who belonged to the same frozen territory choose to merge, and they were more united than ever! At this moment, these captives all looked at Xiao Lei, their eyes were terrifyingly indifferent.
The number of people who came out was nearly 2,000, which meant that the Icefield Legion would take out nearly 200,000 gold coins for this.
Xiao Lei only had to look at these prisoners of war in front of him, and he felt that his heart was dripping blood. Orc Grandma's, 200,000 gold coins, enough to build an elite infantry squadron. The only consolation is that these bastards don't seem to have bad quality, and with a disregard for life, they are the kind of bandits who don't even care about their lives. Of course, there is still a big gap compared with the real elite.
Xiao Lei actually doesn't like this kind of soldier who seems to be ready to die at any time, he is called fearless when he says it well, and he is called an idiot when he says it badly. If you buy a lot of idiots with nearly 200,000 gold coins, Xiao Lei feels that he is even more idiot than an idiot.
In fact, no qualified general will do this. A true warrior must first love life, and only by surviving to the death can he burst out with the greatest combat effectiveness, and living to the death is the true meaning of battle.
Xiao Lei fiddled with the horsewhip, without saying a word, his face as calm as black charcoal fully expressed his inner dissatisfaction, and the open space of the prisoner of war camp was extremely depressed, as if a rainstorm was coming.
"I'll give you another chance, it's not that all the people of these five tribes go back, Lao Tzu doesn't want to kill so many fools at once!" Xiao Lei suppressed his anger and threatened coldly.
No one answered, and the prisoners of war from the frozen homeland all looked at Xiao Lei indifferently, with emotionless eyes, as if Xiao Lei was really an idiot.
Xiao Lei looked up to the sky and sighed: "Lao Tzu's heart aches! Why can't you fools behave a little cowardly? In particular, everyone's worth is as good as Lao Tzu's monthly salary!"
A northern Xinjiang general next to him said sourly: "Come on, a big soldier from your Ice Plain Legion can catch up with our ten-man Yulu, and the value of these captives is more than Lao Tzu's half a year's Yulu......"
Xiao Lei waved his hand weakly: "Congratulations! From now on, you guys from the Bing tribe are all free! You are no longer prisoners of war, and you don't have to worry about being thrown into the slave market and being picked and picked like beasts, I know you must be very excited, you can cheer loudly!"
The audience immediately fell into a deathly silence, and the prisoners of war surrounded by human soldiers even forgot the warning and jumped up directly: "Why? Why are they free?" The huge contrast made the previously gloating people lose their minds.
Unfortunately, they were responded to by spears, and these agitated fools became a menacing thug in the eyes of human soldiers, instantly turning into hedgehogs and hornet's nests.
On the contrary, the prisoners of war from the frozen homeland still have an indifferent face, accustomed to being oppressed, bullied, ridiculed, and killed, and do not think that the "freedom" of the human general has anything to do with them.
Among the frozen prisoners of war, only a young man who looked to be a half-grown child lowered his head, and in a very uncertain tone, he gently asked the one-armed middle-aged man beside him:
"Abba, did you hear me? Did I hear that evil human general say we're free? Or did fear give me the illusion?"
"My child, you heard you right, but remember that humans are liars, and they will deceive you with rhetoric and make you sell your soul!
We are brave frozen people, descendants of invincible stormtroopers! While our ancestors defended the continent in the far north with their lives, humanity deceived the frozen gods, who were the gods of the gods, and they built the vast Great Wall to trap the gods and great warriors in the ice fields. They are shameful blasphemers, and even if our flesh is reduced to dust, we will never surrender to humanity!"
The one-armed middle-aged man's eyes were as dark as ashes, his long hair was almost gray, and the blood had long since blinded all his expression.
In his youth, the Stormtroopers of the tribe would repeat the story of the Frozen God and the Stormtroop over and over again, and these great glories have been etched into the imprint of life. However, the glory is gone, and since the destruction of the Frozen God and the Stormwind Legion in the War of Divine Punishment, the people of the Frozen Tribes are no longer the pride of the God-given Republic, and they have become outcasts of the entire Ice Field.
For more than a decade, the remnants of the frozen people have struggled to live on the edge of the most barren of the Deadlands. The average age of all the tribe members is only twenty-two years old, and women and children make up nearly ninety percent of the tribe's population.
After the Frozen City was razed to the ground and the Frozen Temple was cursed, the Horde had its hardest days.
For three years, the tribe had to wander incessantly to escape persecution from the Senate. Each family received only one meagre ration. In order to keep the women and children of the tribe alive, the men had to walk barefoot in tattered fur and in the snow and ice.
The Tribe's powerful and gifted warriors will join the Necromantic Safari and trade their lives for the Tribe's essential necessities. Men who can't make it can only enter the vast ice fields, avoid the bounty hunters of the Senate, and find food for the tribe. They chew on ice, hard as iron, and gnaw on the bark and grass roots that have not rotted, fighting for the last chance of survival for the tribe while struggling to survive.
In those most difficult days, the tribe lost more than half of its men. The mightiest warriors are reduced to ashes in the battle of the necromancy, brave men freeze to death in search of food, and murderous bounty hunters hunt even underage children. If it weren't for the Gu Clan, the Axe Clan, and the Instrument Clan regaining a foothold in the Senate, the entire Frozen Tribe would have long since become the dry bones of the Extreme North Ice Field.
Xiao Lei stared at the one-armed man, and he could tell that the man should be an officer in this group of captives. The words of the other party could not escape his ears.
Xiao Lei smiled, it seemed that he was still prejudiced, these people still retained their unique pride, he pointed at the one-armed man with his horsewhip, and said loudly: "I admire you very much, in the future, you will be the ace of the Ice Legion - the thousand people of the First Cavalry Brigade!"
The one-armed man said coldly: "I refuse!"
Xiao Lei was not angry, but frowned and said, "Why? This is your son and your clansmen's only chance to live."
The one-armed man's hoarse voice carried an unshakable determination: "We were able to survive because we never gave up our last dignity! The descendants of the Storm Legion will never fight for the despicable human empire!"
Xiao Lei laughed, laughing so much that the one-armed man was inexplicable. Xiao Lei suddenly said behind him: "Little Snow Girl, I admit defeat! You are right, they will definitely become the best fighters." ”
In the slightly stunned gaze of the one-armed man, the human cavalry suddenly and quickly separated, and a beautiful and holy girl slowly walked out, her eyes full of pride and pity.
"Oh my God, it's the Young Master of the Gu God!"
"That's right, it's Young Master Nalan!"
"Did the young master take us home?"
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The frozen prisoners of war, who had always been as indifferent as iron and stone, shouted out as soon as they saw Nalan Xiaoxue, and the young man named Lange couldn't help but cry in a low voice, which was a release of extreme joy.
"Frozen people, I am Nalan Xue, the daughter of the Gu God, and the unchanging follower of the frozen young master's life-"
"It's also his fiancée......" Xiao Lei immediately interjected loudly.
"Loyal and brave Descendants of the Storm, don't doubt what you have heard, you are free! Because our King, the God of Gods, and the only heir to the Frozen Throne, His Highness Li Wuheng has saved you!"
Hear the god of gods, the Frozen Throne...... These words buried in the depths of memory, the faces of the prisoners of war became pious and fanatical, countless people burst into tears, and all these years of suffering came to an end at this moment.
"Young Lord Nalan, Your Highness...... Where is he? Has he really not forgotten us?" asked the one-armed middle-aged man, fearing that his hopes would be dashed in the next moment.
"Young Lord Nalan, will His Highness lead us back to the frozen homeland?" another prisoner of war asked.
"Young Lord Nalan, will Your Highness rebuild the Storm Legion?"
"Young Lord Nalan, please tell Your Highness that we are willing to follow His Highness back to the Frozen Throne!"
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Xiao Lei looked at the prisoners of war who were so excited that they were incoherent, did these fools forget that they were in the human camp? A group of big men actually cried so loudly that they were just like the two of them who treated death as their home before!
"Warriors, Your Highness is always with you!" Nalan Xiaoxue said lightly.
As a result, two thousand frozen prisoners of war immediately resounded with a tsunami-like cheer!
"Orc grandma, Lao Tzu racked his brains and struggled with his lips, but it couldn't compare to the words of the little snow girl!" Xiao Lei muttered dissatisfiedly. He couldn't figure out what kind of demagogic magic was hidden in this sentence, could this be the so-called power of faith?
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