The battle took only twenty-one minutes from start to finish.
A group of gladiators and barbarians blessed with fanatical beliefs shouted the slogan "Gods above, the door to the Hall of Valor is open." With the three major advantages of morale, equipment, and military strength, they achieved the victory almost effortlessly.
A complete victory.
After the war, guided by the prisoners, Froststone's soldiers quickly found the grain depot inside the castle.
Looking at the mountains of food in front of him, Todd ordered the prisoners of war and civilians in the town to be driven together, confiscated all transportation vehicles in the town, and began to organize a transport team to transport food to Froststone Camp.
Sitting on horseback, Todd looked at the Marochi residents who were wailing under the soldiers' whips, with a stern face and said nothing.
Rachel, who had been paying attention to his expression, drove her horse to Todd's side and whispered: "War is like this, the winner has the right to decide everything about the loser. The group of Ulster people in front of you, in the past
During the victory, the barbarians were also used as slaves..."
"I know what you want to say, Rachel." Todd slowly closed his eyes: "Sometimes, in order to accomplish the right thing, some bad means have to be used, and I have no objection to this.
All we can do is to keep this kind of badness within a tolerable range and prevent it from developing into evil."
Rachel looked at Todd's face, and a thousand words finally turned into a silent sigh.
"Chief!" An excited Ackerman came to Todd and said happily: "We found a lot of property in the castle and town."
Todd glanced at the slightly white sky in the east and said: "It will be daybreak. The enemy will soon know about the attack here. We must attack as soon as possible before the enemy's pursuers catch up with us.
Embark on the journey home...load those belongings that are easy to carry into the car and transport them back, and burn the other things where they are."
After a lot of work and preparation, Frost Stone's army set out on their way home, and it was already eleven o'clock in the morning.
Todd was in the soul space early and asked Alfonso to send a team of knights to protect the convoy.
As expected, on the evening of the day of departure, an Ulster cavalry regiment took the lead in catching up with the slow-moving transport team.
Todd, who transformed into a tyrant, once again staged a crushing massacre with absolute power in front of everyone, completely shocking those Ulster prisoners who wanted to resist.
Early the next morning, the Ulster Infantry Regiment also caught up with the Froststone Army. The knight squad and the soldiers with high morale who arrived in time used an ambush to completely eliminate the hidden danger of the pursuers.
After the two battles to annihilate the pursuers were over, everything became calm in the next three days. The vast convoy returned safely to Froststone Camp with the plundered food, property and population.
Hundreds of large vehicles drove through the gate of the camp, and the excitement and excitement of all those left behind were completely ignited.
Todd, who was riding a horse, enjoyed everyone's cheers and praises. For a moment, he suddenly felt that being a king who worked hard for his people didn't seem to be too hard a job.
"Notice, we are holding a banquet in the camp tonight!" Todd turned his head and said to Ackerman: "Arrange the necessary guards and sentries. I hope that as many soldiers as possible can attend."
The latter nodded and left the team.
Rachel rode close to Todd, touched the other man's arm lightly with her finger, and motioned him to look forward.
Todd moved his gaze forward, and Deirdre leaned against the door of the small building, quietly looking at the bustling scene in front of her.
When Deirdre and Todd's eyes met, the former quickly looked away and turned back to the house.
Rachel blinked at Todd, kicked the horse's belly lightly, and walked towards the small building, leaving only a beautiful back figure, making the latter sigh softly.
That night, almost all the soldiers in the entire camp, except those responsible for guarding the prisoners and patrolling the surrounding area, attended this grand dinner.
With the steaks sizzling on the grill and the bitter ale foaming, the warriors gathered together and loudly boasted about their achievements. From time to time, they touched the buttocks of two slave girls and laughed amidst the screams.
Todd, who was wearing a bearskin coat, slowly walked onto the banquet stage. His appearance caused all the sounds in the venue to gradually become quieter.
Looking at the silence of everyone in the audience, Todd said: "Before the banquet officially begins, there is one thing that needs to be completed."
The soldiers looked at each other, no one knew what the leader was referring to.
Todd clapped his hands, and several knights of the guard walked to the middle of the venue holding several small clay pots.
Walking down from the stage, Todd motioned to the knights to put down what they were holding, then pointed to the jar on the ground and said: "These are the soldiers who died in this battle..."
The soldiers at the banquet looked at the small clay pots on the ground, and everyone had a sad look on their face.
"They have proved their worth to the gods with their bravery!" Todd raised his hands and said in an impassioned tone, "They are fully qualified to enter the holy domain of the gods!"
After saying this, under the shocked gaze of everyone, Todd transformed into the tyrant form. His huge body blocked the light of the sky. His two iron claws were like magnets, absorbing the surrounding torches, braziers and even moonlight.
The light shines, becoming brighter and brighter.
Using the light-gathering power that he had just injected into his body, Todd suddenly closed his palms, and dazzling white light exploded in the middle of the camp.
Waiting for the light to slowly dissipate, everyone slowly opened their eyes. The clay pot containing the ashes had been opened. The phosphorescent light was like bubbles jumping in the sea, slowly rising into the air and disappearing into the sky.
Todd slowly lowered his arms and said to everyone present: "Asgard has accepted these warriors, and they will continue to fight for the gods in the Hall of Valor."
As soon as these words came out, the whole camp suddenly boiled.
The soldiers' faces no longer showed the slightest sadness at losing their comrades, and everyone shouted and cheered at the top of their lungs.
The noisy voices at first merged into a simple sentence.
"My brothers, let's meet in the Hall of Valor!"
After performing the ceremony to pay homage to the heroes, Todd returned to his human form, walked up to the stage again and sat down. He watched the shamans headed by Minnie take down the urn and winked at Ackerman.
The latter made a vague gesture indicating that everything was okay.
After a while, several carts filled with valuables were pushed into the venue. Then, all the silverware, jewelry and coins on the carts were dumped on the ground.
The mountain-like pile of treasures in front of them, the dazzling light diffused under the firelight, dazzled everyone's eyes.
Immediately afterwards, Ackerman led another group of soldiers and brought all the young women captured in this battle to the field, causing a burst of frolicking among the soldiers.
Todd, who was sitting in a high position, looked at the expressions on the faces of everyone in front of him, but recalled in his mind the method of dividing the barbarian spoils that Rachel had mentioned before.
Generally speaking, without joint action with other tribes, the wealth and slaves robbed by a single barbarian tribe should be managed and distributed by the tribe leader in name, but in fact, this approach is equivalent to the tribe leader owning all the loot.
Warriors with higher status in the tribe may be allowed to own weapons, armor, and a small number of personal belongings, but the property of ordinary people in the tribe belongs to the tribe leader.
This distribution method also directly resulted in the patriarchs of the barbarian tribes having absolute power over items.
But if multiple tribes jointly act to plunder the spoils, the distribution process will have some changes.
The tribe that is the most powerful and contributes the most in the tribal alliance has the first right to select the spoils. After it has finished selecting, the remaining items will be distributed to other participating tribes in turn.
Therefore, it stands to reason that Todd has the right to represent his tribe and be the first to select the spoils.
Under everyone's gaze, Todd stood up, first walked to the property, looked at it for a few times, and then slowly left.
Then, he walked up to the female slaves and looked at these young women.
I have to say that Ackerman is really talented in selecting women. He puts the good-looking ones in the last row, and those women are indeed impeccable in terms of figure and appearance.
Todd suddenly felt a cold light piercing his back, and looked back. At some point, Rachel and Deirdre were standing not far away, looking at him with a half-smile.
Shaking his head helplessly, Todd left the ranks of female slaves under Ackerman's disappointed eyes.
When he returned to the pile of belongings, he recalled that Rachel always used the old wooden bowl to eat fried pine nuts, so he bent down and picked up a silver bowl inlaid with gems. After thinking about it, he gave it to Deirdre again.
Li picked up a jewelry box filled with knick-knacks.
After taking away these two items, Todd returned to his position under the puzzled eyes of everyone.
Ackerman came to the center of the venue, first saluted Todd, then took out a crumpled piece of paper, read it and read: "Quita!"
A tribal warrior with scars on his face and as strong as an ox stood up slowly. He was confused and didn't know why his name was called.
"Quita, who was the first to rush into the fortress during the Malachi plundering battle and killed four enemy soldiers, and also killed three enemies in the battle to annihilate the enemy's pursuers, should be credited with the first achievement!"
Ackerman looked at this silly big guy, standing motionless like a wooden stake, and then waved to him angrily and funny: "Come here!"
Kuita moved his steps and slowly walked to the center of the venue, standing there helplessly.
Ackerman first looked at Todd, who nodded slightly to him.
Ackerman had no worries anymore and shouted at the top of his voice: "Quita, as a reward for being a warrior, the leader allows you to pick three trophies first!"
As soon as this statement came out, people around him started talking about it.
"You really let me choose three trophies?!" Queta opened his eyes wide and shouted in disbelief.
Todd sat on his seat, smiled and said: "The gods prefer warriors."
Without hesitation, Queta immediately selected the three most important trophies in his mind.
Todd looked at what he had chosen and immediately couldn't laugh or cry.
A big black pot, a whole piece of fine linen, and an ugly woman weighing over 180 pounds with a pockmarked face.
Todd looked at Queta's satisfied look and was too lazy to say anything else. He just motioned for Ackerman to continue reading.
Soon, the name of the person with the second most merit in battle was called. After picking three trophies, he ran down happily and gratefully.
The third person, the fourth person...the spoils in the field are getting smaller and smaller, but the cheers of the people are getting louder and louder.
After all the meritorious deeds had taken away their trophies, and only a small pile of things was left on the field, Todd ordered that the remaining things be distributed evenly to each tribe participating in the war.
Different from the past system where the patriarch was in charge of everything, through this distribution, everyone truly experienced the impact and happiness of private ownership for the first time.
The soldiers who had made great achievements on the battlefield were holding expensive treasures in one hand and their slave girls in the other, talking and laughing happily.
The soldiers who stayed behind in the camp were jealous when they saw others returning home with their loads, and secretly vowed to catch up with the next battle.
The most frustrated ones were the patriarchs who lost their distribution privileges, but Todd, the son of the gods, only picked two trophies, so they naturally had nothing to say. Fortunately, the latter agreed to them and allowed the captives to be surrendered.
and civilians were given priority to be incorporated into their troops, which made them feel a little better.