The guide was taken into the tent, his expression was quite nervous and his body movements were very uneasy.

"According to the wasteland," Winters asked the guide: "How should we deal with the losers after winning the battle?"

I realized that I was not going to be silenced, so the guide let out a long sigh and his expression relaxed.

He lowered his head and replied respectfully: "A great victory like Badu can dominate everything that losers can do. Kill all the men above the wheel, possess all the beautiful women, spirits, gold and silver, Qianshou and slaves, as Badu wishes, reward the meritorious warriors and nobles, and then get their pasture."

Finally, the guide added: "Children who cannot remember things can be carried into a felt tent, but children who can remember things cannot be kept."

Major Seber laughed.

...

"[Hed] I am the champion of Paratu and the chosen one, Hestas. I am your conqueror and your dominant." Winters did not ask the guide to translate, but directly declared to the people in front of him in his half-baked Held: "[Hed] But I will give you a chance to choose."

In front of Wintersma, there were about a hundred people in the old camp of the Akarima tribe, slaves, women and children. The nobles and samurai class of the Akarima tribe were all screened out - following the guidance's advice.

Winters pointed at the guide sent by Taichi: "[Hed] You can join Taichi's tribe as a white man."

"[Herd] or." Winters pointed to the east: "[Herd] You can migrate eastward and receive my asylum and rule."

Winters didn't say much nonsense. In the culture of the tribes, being too nonsense means weakness, and weakness is the most despised by the wasteland. The wasteland can accept wisdom, courage, and even cruelty, but it does not accept weakness.

“[Herd] can keep up, come on!”

After saying that, Winters rode his horse away, and the black cavalry and a convoy full of spoils left him. He left the troops who once belonged to Chi Lian standing in the ruins and making choices for his own destiny.

...

"Why are you two keeping up?" Winters was so amused and crying.

A young Hurd Hunter and a half-old boy each carried a musket and knelt on one knee, blocking Wintersma.

“[Herd] Ba said, ‘If you can keep up, come on’.” The half-baby said cleverly: “[Herd] So we came.”

"You are not Taichi's tribe?" Winters asked back.

The old man couldn't understand, but the young man understood it.

"Ba is the most powerful person I have ever seen." The young man struggled to convert his true thoughts into a common term: "There is no Tai Chitou people, and the Chitou people cannot do it, they cannot do it. I don't want to be loyal to them, please allow me to join your tribe."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Major Seber, who was standing beside him, asked curiously: "If one day, 'Badu' is not the most powerful person, will you change your master?"

After the young man thought for a moment, he drew an arrow, raised it high, and swore: "If I betray Badu, there will be such an arrow."

After saying that, he broke the arrow shaft one by one.

Seeing this, the old man next to him couldn't understand what his brother was saying, but he drew an arrow, stalking his neck and broke it.

"[Herd]What are your names?" Winters asked.

The oldest son immediately replied: "[Heder] We only have the names of all tribes, please give us names outside of all tribes!"

The young man also lowered his head: "Please give the capital a name."

Winters had a split headache: "All tribes, you call them Dabai, Xiaobai."

Dabai and Xiaobai were temporarily stuffed to Angelou by Winters. Major Seber, who witnessed the whole process, asked quietly: "What did you say to the members of the Akali tribe?"

"I said," Winters replied: "They can accept my protection and rule if they want."

"rule?"

"What else?" Winters asked dismissively: "Will it be replaced with the 'Alliance Charter'?"

“When did you learn Hed?”

"It's not long," Winters said complacently: "I started learning last winter, isn't it good?"

Major Seber frowned: "Did you start to ‘rule’ the Huds since then?"

"No, Major, I don't want to rule the Hurds." Winters replied seriously: "But I don't want to fight the Hurds for another hundred years."

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When Winters dealt with the captives of Chilian, Andre also had many captives in the forest outside the port of shovel.

"All those who are still alive are here." Tulin wiped off the blood and sweat from his face and said with a smile: "It's so good today! Sir! The bastards all ran north."

"Where did you run?" Andrey was still unhappy and waved his hand: "Chasing!"

"Then...what should we do with these prisoners?" Tulin pointed to the more than twenty prisoners who were tilting around.

"Check the identity and kill the bandits and robbers." Andre glanced at the prisoners and said, "If there are people who are being held captive, let them go home."

Thurin scratched his head: "The rebel cavalry are all incorporated horse bandits, so where are there anyone who is being held captive?"

Andrei stepped onto his horse on the stirrup, walked past the prisoner, waved his hand impatiently: "Then it will be slaughtered."

"yes!"

Leading the cavalry that could still fight, Andre set out to pursue the fugitive enemy.

Thurin had a bitter face and began to "handle" the prisoners.

It was not because he was sympathetic—Dusak would not have any sympathy for the horse bandits—but because he failed to pursue the enemy with Lieutenant Chelini.

However, the sound of hooves sounded again, Andrei returned. He stopped in front of the captive horses, pointed at one of them, and said, "Don't worry about this little child, let him go."

Thurin saluted: “Yes!”

Andre nodded and rode his horse away.

Thurin walked to the captive named by Andre and found that it was a young man about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a bloody face and unconsciousness.

Thurin poured a little water on the face of the "child" and patted the latter on the cheek: "Hey! Wake up! Lucky boy."

The young man woke up moaning and covered his eyes with his hands.

"Hey." Thurin cut the rope from the young man's hand: "What's your name?"

"Alexander."

The other party said the name "Alexander" and the accent was different from that of the Palathus, and Tulin heard the difference.

He frowned and asked, "Hey, what's your dad's name?"

The young man replied in a hoarse voice: "Nicolah."

Thurin's brows frowned even more, and his hands stopped moving: "Are you a Dussa?"

"yes."

"Then why would you be a horse bandit?"

The young man stopped talking.
Chapter completed!