Aslan did this and met with dissatisfaction from many people.
Among them is Concas. He is not dissatisfied with the treatment and benefits of these people, but is worried that these guys will betray him at a critical moment.
Will these people rebel?
Of course it's possible.
But will they really work for Aslan?
The same will happen.
Because they are all from Cleveland.
"It's just that the kingdom is divided and we have to stand on the opposite side. Apart from the nobles, do you really think the soldiers have much loyalty?" Aslan said angrily.
"We, the Merlot Army, can't do that," Concas said without hesitation.
Aslan rolled his eyes. If the Merlot army surrendered to the enemy and rebelled so easily, then all the patriotic education and military welfare would have been in vain.
Aslan did not continue to answer Concas's question, but instead stood on a high platform temporarily built with magic in the center of the group of prisoners.
"We are defeated today. Do you know why I didn't kill all of you?"
This question brought to the forefront of the minds of these prisoners of war.
"Because we are all from Cleveland, and the so-called Ten-Party Alliance is still from Cleveland. There are irreconcilable conflicts among the top nobles in our country, which is why this series of wars have been triggered and you have been defeated. I am not happy at all.
." Aslan suddenly raised his hands, and his hands were stained with blood at some point.
"Seeing this pair stained with the blood of my compatriots, I am very angry and ashamed!"
"Why do we Clevelanders kill each other? As soldiers, we should not join forces to resist foreign enemies. It is an honor to have our hands stained with the blood of invaders."
As soon as these words came out, both the prisoners and the Merlot soldiers who were watching subconsciously glanced at their hands. Many staunch supporters of the Ten Directions Alliance were shaken in their hearts. Those soldiers who were originally hesitant were now even more confused.
"Then why did you ambush us? Capture us?" A certain noble and low-level officer stood up and said.
He was forced to come up by the elders of the family.
Aslan glanced at the other person, who subconsciously lowered his head and did not dare to look at Aslan. He was afraid that if he talked back, Aslan would chop off his head.
"Because I don't do this, once I am defeated by you, I will be killed mercilessly by you, my territory will be plundered by you, and the people in the territory will more likely become your slaves." Aslan said lightly.
"Why do you say that? Why can't we be like you?"
A soldier who was not afraid of death stood up and asked.
Aslan just took one look at the clothes on the other person and knew that the other person was a civilian, so he couldn't help but laugh.
This chuckle aroused the other party's dissatisfaction. Since he stood up to refute, it also meant that he was willing to fight.
"Why are you laughing? Why do you doubt that we can't do it?"
Aslan shook his head and said, "You are just a civilian!"
"How about that?"
"Because you are not a noble, you can say such things, but what if your superior noble orders you like this? Can you still refuse?"
As soon as Aslan said these words, the other party immediately felt like he was struck by lightning.
"I can't make any accusations against you because you are all helpless."
"You are a noble yourself, Marquis Aslan of the Merlot region."
A certain noble recognized Aslan and directly revealed his identity.
Aslan had a sincere smile on his face.
"Precisely because I am a noble, I should be responsible for the restoration of the kingdom and the people living and working in peace and contentment, instead of falling into endless civil war."
As soon as he said this, he was instantly cheered by all the officers and soldiers of the Merlot Army.
They didn't know about the other nobles, but their lord did this, and the Merlot people's life was getting better and better.
"I won't kill you today! Think carefully and take all the prisoners away." Aslan gave the last order, and all the Merlot cavalry began to escort the prisoners to Tok City.
Aslan led the aviation magic brigade and 3,000 surrendered cavalry back to their stronghold. There were still 2,000 defenders there, and it was also the largest horse farm under Duke Jibril, with tens of thousands of horses left in it.
Among the war horses, there are more than 1,000 adult war horses, more than 4,000 stallions, and the rest are all young horses.
If this racecourse were to be completely emptied, Duke Jibril would probably be so angry that he would vomit blood. That was the strength he had accumulated over more than ten years.
Aslan just wanted a time lag, and at the same time, because the enemy's communication was inconvenient, he was unable to learn of the defeat of the supporting troops at the first time, and was unable to respond immediately.
It took less than an hour for the aviation magic brigade, which was moving at full speed, to reach the sky above the racecourse.
"Inspection of the racecourse will be completed within ten minutes!" Aslan gave the order very calmly.
The aviation magic brigade's reconnaissance speed was very fast, but this time he went and was discovered by the magicians who stayed behind. Medoria was hit by a pyroblast bomb when he returned.
Rumble!
The huge explosion directly scattered Medoriya's team. Several people at the center of the explosion fell from the sky like birds with half of their wings broken off.
The other team members reacted quickly and swooped down to catch their comrade.
Aslan lost consciousness when he saw the pyroblast bomb. He immediately flew in the direction of the Medoriya team and caught Medoriya first.
Fortunately, he had regarded the magic shield as his own ability and opened the magic shield when he saw the pyroblast bombs. However, it was not so easy to resist the magister's pyroblast bombs. Most of Medoriya's body had been injured, and his entire face had been injured.
You can't even see your original pretty face.
"Damn it!" Aslan roared angrily.
"A comprehensive military strike!"
Rumble!
Verdilon succeeded with one blow. Before he could be surprised, he saw countless black spots appear. He instantly realized the seriousness of the matter. They were sneak attacked by the enemy's magician army.
It's just that the flying speed and height of these magicians are no better than those of the great magicians. Verdillon was very surprised, so he restrained and compressed the power of the pyroblast bombs, intending to capture them alive, otherwise
Use all your strength.
Medoria had long been reduced to pieces, and more than half of his team had been lost.
Before Verdillon had time to pick up the corpse, he saw countless pyroblast bombs falling from the sky, and the frequency of falling was frightening.
As expected, a voice wearing a black knight's armor fell from the sky and slashed several huge sword beams at him, forcing Verdilon to stop the large-scale anti-air magic he was about to cast.
The huge sword light directly destroyed the two horse stalls, and the blood of the war horses was carried away by the sword light for more than ten meters.
Verdilon's face was shocked, the opponent's speed was too fast.
"Swordsman Instructor! No, how can the Swordsman Instructor be so fast?"