"Enjoy! Our victory!" Townsend raised his right fist for a long time, shaking slightly, and gradually led the shouts of his subordinates with this beat--the leader of the small team worked very hard, leading the crooked melon and cracking dates to win the victory, not to mention, but also to teach them to vent this excitement, but also to induce them to merge this atmosphere, and then to influence more and more people.

"Our victory!" the cheers of his men continued on and on, growing louder and louder, until they almost reached the point of causing an avalanche: "Victory! victory!"

Finally, Townsend withdrew his fist, and the cheers of his subordinates gradually stopped, and everyone looked excited and reluctant, still listening to the echoes near and far. Townsend had passed on to them the belief that this was our victory, ours!

"Monkey," Townsend's voice was quite loud, "announcing the victory!"

"Yes!" the monkey walked up to Townsend's side in a few steps, raising his head and chest, full of momentum. He was illiterate, but he memorized all the numbers: "This battle - destroy the enemy in total three hundred and seventeen men, including two anomalous divisions, nine assassins, thirty-two heavily armored knights, twelve lightly armored knights, one hundred and seventy high-ranking mercenaries, seventy-three armed horsemen, and nineteen guards!"

"Good, good, good!" the tribal warrior waved his arms, but there were no more complicated words to express his joy.

"Twelve prisoners, including a chief, four stewards, six guides, and a clerk!" the monkey cleared his throat, turned around amid a flurry of applause, and gave Townsend a military salute: "Sir, report is over!"

"Homecoming. Townsend returned the salute and ordered, "Captain, announce the capture!"

"Yes!" the serious-looking captain strode up to Townsend and said, "The battle was captured as follows—one hundred and thirty-seven pack horses and thirty-five horses. Forty-nine sets of good plate armor and two hundred and three sets of good leather armor. 300 swords, 300 round shields, 90 spears, 87 longbows, 20 bundles of feather arrows!

Every time the captain said a word, there was a "yes!", and no one cared about what "several" meant, or why the number of seizures was so neat, because Chief Townsend had said beforehand that all seizures would be divided into some as payment. Everyone was in extreme excitement about earning these things for their tribe and village—compared to the fact that their own losses of three dead and twenty-two wounded were almost negligible.

After the captain returned to the team, Townsend spoke again: "Now, start rewarding those who have meritorious service in battle!"

Except for Townsend's old background, the tribal warriors were all stunned, battle rewards? What is that?

In the midst of their puzzled gaze, someone came to Townsend with a large plate of diamond-shaped gold two fingers wide and four fingers long, shining with gold and a texture that seemed to be pure gold, and the color was much better than that of a gold coin mixed with a different metal.

In fact, the pure gold was found in the caravan leader's personal package, and Townsend had the whimsy to dismantle the tools he was carrying, and forge several medals of varying sizes. In fact, in addition to the color, the workmanship is really not very good.

Although the tribal warriors did not know the exact value of the gold coins, they knew that gold was a very expensive thing, so they stared intently one by one, and their eyes said that they were as attached as they were—who doesn't want good things?

Seemingly pleased with the effect at the moment, Townsend shouted, "Monkey!"

"Here!" the monkey stood in front of Townsend.

"The monkey fights bravely, commands powerfully, and has a great merit! Promoted to captain! Reward a medal of courage!" Townsend picked up a medal and hung it around the monkey's neck: "Congratulations!"

"Thank you, sir!" the monkey saluted again, his eyes filled with tears. When he was in Harvey Town, he had a lot of gold coins, but none of them were as precious as this thin piece of gold...... Townsend patted him on the shoulder, and shouted, "Captain!"

"Here!" the captain strode over, standing up and saluting.

"The captain is brave in battle, flexible in dispatch, and has a great merit! Promoted to captain! Awarded a medal of courage!" Townsend also picked up the medal and hung it around the captain's neck: "Congratulations!"

"Thank you, sir!" Even the captain's calm surname was red. While the rank and merit conferred by Townsend is only valid internally, the significance is extraordinary.

Next, Townsend awarded medals to each of the commanders who came from the Spicy Mercenaries and Caravan Guards, and promoted everyone to the ranks. The spicy mercenaries are basically lieutenants and ensigns, and the vast majority of the camel guards are ensigns, which is based on the performance of each person in the battle, and everyone is looking with eyes, so they all agree with this result.

By the time the medals of these thirty or so people were distributed, the tribal mercenaries below were already waiting for them. Fortunately, someone then brought out several other large plates, on which the medals were also made of pure gold, but in a smaller size—the officers began to roll call one by one, and those who were ordered ran forward happily, saluting Townsend in the same way as a chief, and then were hung with medals and a few words of encouragement, and finally ran down in a state of excitement, forgetting even their own surnames.

They don't have a reward for hunting their tribes!

All the tribal warriors were given military ranks, not only non-commissioned officers, but even those who were directly promoted to warrant officers. Although most of the warriors don't know what level it is, they also understand that these people are valued by Chief Townsend, and there will definitely be benefits in the future.

Townsend hung up the medal until he was soft, but he still gritted his teeth and insisted, because these details were related to the next major events, and he had to deal with it personally. It was easy to get it done, and everyone thought they were going home, but Townsend smiled and continued to speak.

"You," he said, pointing to the group, "don't use the medal as a gold coin, it will be very, very valuable in the future." ”

Everyone blinked and looked back at Townsend, and many people said that gold is not very valuable, and where can it be worth it?

"What is the medal for, do you know?" Townsend turned straight: "To be honest, the medal hanging around your neck is a commemoration after the first victory, and it is proof that you have participated in this war! This medal proves your bravery and excellence more than any beast tooth and beast bone!"

"Yes sir!" the tribal warriors were clearly in a dilemma, hanging gold and not being able to use it, not to mention how tangled they were.

――Author's words: Xiao Ming is on the sixth watch today, and the number of words is guaranteed to be 12,000!