Alien Knights

The battle took only twenty-one minutes from the start to the end.

A group of fanatical gladiators and barbarians chanting the slogans of "Gods are above" and "The gates of the Hall of Valor are open". Under the premise of three major advantages in morale, equipment, and military strength, they won a complete victory almost effortlessly.

After the war, under the guidance of the captives, the soldiers of Froststone quickly found the grain depot inside the castle.

Looking at the mountain of grain in front of him, Todd ordered the prisoners of war and civilians in the town to be driven together, and all the transportation tools in the town were confiscated, and he began to organize a transport team to transport grain to the Froststone camp.

Sitting on the horseback, Todd looked at the residents of Marozzi who were crying bitterly under the whip of the soldiers, with a stern expression on his face, without saying a word.

Rachel, who had been paying attention to his expression, drove the horse to Todd's side, and said in a low voice: "This is how war is. The winner has the right to decide everything about the loser. The group of Ulster people in front of you used to drive the barbarians as slaves when they were victorious in the past..."

"I know what you want to say, Rachel." Todd slowly closed his eyes: "Sometimes, in order to accomplish a right thing, some bad means have to be used. I have no objection to that. All I can do is to keep this badness within a tolerable range, and prevent it from developing into evil."

Rachel looked at Todd's face, and the thousand words finally turned into a silent sigh.

"Boss!" Ackerman with an excited face came to Todd and said happily, "We found a lot of property in the castle and the town."

Todd glanced at the slightly whitish sky in the east, and said, "It's about to dawn, and the enemy will soon know about the attack here. We must set foot on our way home as soon as possible before the enemy's pursuers catch up with us... Put those conveniently portable belongings in the car and transport them back, and burn the other things where they are."

After a lot of busy work and preparations, Shuangshi's army set foot on the 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 squad of knights to guard the convoy.

As he expected, on the evening of the day of departure, a cavalry regiment from Ulster was the first to catch up with the slow-moving transport team.

In the form of a tyrant, Todd staged another crushing massacre with absolute power in front of everyone, completely deterring those Ulster captives who wanted to resist.

In the early morning of the next day, Ulster's infantry regiment also caught up with the Froststone army. The knight squad and soldiers with high morale who arrived in time used an ambush to completely eliminate the hidden danger of pursuing soldiers.

After the two wars to annihilate the pursuers, in the next three days, everything became calm, and the mighty convoy returned safely to the Froststone Camp with the plundered food, property and people.

Hundreds of large vehicles drove into the gate of the camp, and the excitement and excitement of all the people 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 will hold a banquet in the camp tonight!" Todd turned his head and said to Ackerman: "Arrange the necessary guards and sentries, I hope as many soldiers as possible can attend."

The latter nodded and left the team.

Rachel rode close to Todd, lightly touched Todd's arm with her fingers, motioning him to look ahead.

Todd moved his gaze forward, and Deirdre leaned against the door of the small building, quietly watching the lively scene in front of him.

When Deirdre met Todd's eyes, the former quickly looked away, turned and returned to the house.

Rachel blinked at Todd, kicked the horse's belly lightly, and walked towards the small building, leaving only a beautiful back, which made the latter sigh softly.

That night, almost all the soldiers in the entire camp participated in this grand dinner, except those who were responsible for guarding the prisoners and patrolling the surrounding areas.

With meat steaks sizzling on the grill and bitter ale frothy, the soldiers gathered together to brag about their achievements loudly, touching the buttocks of two female slaves from time to time, laughing loudly amidst bursts of screams.

Todd, wearing a bearskin jacket, walked slowly onto the stage of the banquet. His appearance caused all the voices in the venue to gradually quiet down.

Looking at the silent crowd, Todd said, "Before the banquet officially starts, there is one thing that needs to be done."

The soldiers looked at each other, no one knew what the leader was referring to.

Todd clapped his hands, and several guard knights walked to the middle of the venue holding several small clay pots.

Walking down from the stage, Todd signaled the knights to put down the things in their hands, then pointed to the pot on the ground and said, "These people are all 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 faces.

"They have proved their worth to the gods with their bravery!" Todd raised his hands in an impassioned tone: "They are fully qualified to enter the sanctuary of the gods!"

After saying this, under the shocked gaze of everyone, Todd changed into a tyrant form, his huge body covered the light of the sky, his two iron claws were like magnets, absorbing the light from the surrounding torches, braziers and even the moonlight, becoming brighter and brighter.

Utilizing the "light spotting" ability that had just been injected into his body, Todd suddenly clasped his palms together, and a dazzling white light burst in the middle of the camp.

Waiting for the light to dissipate slowly, everyone slowly opened their eyes, and the clay pot containing the ashes had been opened, and the phosphorescence of the dots, like bubbles in the sea, slowly rose into the air and disappeared into the sky.

Todd slowly lowered his arms, and said to everyone in the field: "Asgard has accepted these fighters, and they will continue to fight for the gods in the Hall of Valor."

As soon as this remark came out, the entire camp suddenly boiled.

The faces of the soldiers no longer showed the slightest sadness of losing their comrades in arms. Everyone shouted and cheered at the highest volume.

The noisy voice at first merged into a simple sentence in the end.

"My brothers, let's meet in the Hall of Valor!"

After performing the ceremony of honoring the heroic spirit, Todd, who regained his human form, walked up to the stage and sat down again. Looking at the shamans headed by Minnie, he took down the urn and winked at Ackerman.

The latter vaguely made a gesture that everything was appropriate.

After a while, several carts full of valuables were pushed into the venue. Then, the silverware, jewelry and coins in the car were all dumped on the ground.

In front of this hill-like treasure, 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, which attracted a burst of frolic from the soldiers.

Todd, who was sitting on a high seat, looked at the expressions on the faces of the people in front of him, but recalled in his mind the method of dividing up the spoils of the barbarians that Rachel mentioned earlier.

Generally speaking, without joint action with other tribes, the wealth and slaves looted by a single barbarian tribe should be managed and distributed by the patriarch in name, but in fact, this approach is equivalent to the patriarch owning all the spoils.

Warriors with higher status in the clan may be allowed to own weapons, armor and a few personal items, but the property of ordinary people in the clan belongs to the clan leader.

This distribution method also directly led to the patriarchs in the barbarian tribes having absolute power over items.

However, if multiple tribes jointly acted and plundered the loot, the distribution process would have some changes.

The most powerful and most productive clan in the clan alliance has the right to be the first to pick the spoils. After it is selected, the remaining things will be distributed to other tribes participating in the war in turn.

Therefore, it stands to reason that Todd has the right to represent his tribe and be the first to pick the spoils.

Under everyone's gaze, Todd stood up, first walked to the property, took a few glances and then walked away slowly.

Then, he walked up to the female slaves and looked at the young women again.

I have to say that Ackerman is really talented in picking women, and he puts all 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 thorn on his back. Looking 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.

Returning to the pile of belongings, he recalled that Rachel usually used that old wooden bowl to eat fried pine nuts, so he bent down and picked out a silver bowl inlaid with precious stones; after thinking about it, he picked out a jewelry box full of trinkets for Deirdre.

After taking these two items away, Todd returned to his place 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 while reading: "Queta!"

A scarred and strong tribal warrior stood up slowly. He was confused and didn't know why he called his name.

"Quita, you were the first to break into the fortress in the Marazi plundering battle, beheading four enemy soldiers, and in the battle to annihilate the enemy's pursuers, killing three enemies, you should count the first achievement!"

Ackerman looked at the stupid big guy, standing still like a wooden stake, and waved to him angrily and funny: "Come here!"

Quetta moved his steps, slowly walked to the center of the venue, and stood there bewildered.

Ackerman first looked at Todd, who nodded slightly at him.

Ackerman had no worries anymore, and shouted loudly: "Quita, as a reward for the warrior, the leader allows you to choose three trophies first!"

As soon as this remark came out, people around talked about it.

"Can I really choose three trophies?!" Queta opened his eyes and shouted in disbelief.

Todd sat in his seat and said with a smile, "The gods favor warriors."

Without any hesitation, Queta immediately selected three trophies that he considered "heaviest".

Todd looked at what he had chosen, and couldn't laugh or cry.

A big black pot, a whole bolt of high-quality linen, and an ugly woman weighing more than 180 catties with pockmarks all over her face.

Todd looked at Queta's contented look, and didn't bother to say anything, but just motioned Ackerman to continue reading.

Soon, the person with the second most meritorious service was called. After picking three trophies, he ran down joyfully and gratefully.

The third person, the fourth person... There are fewer and fewer trophies in the field, but the cheers of the people are getting louder and louder. (By the way, when it was Ackerman's turn, he chose three young and beautiful women without a doubt...May the gods show their power, and bless him to die in the belly of a woman sooner or later...)

After all the culprits had finished taking their trophies, and there was only a small pile of things left on the field, Todd ordered the remaining things to be distributed equally among the tribes participating in the war.

Different from the previous system where the patriarch was in charge of everything, through this distribution, everyone truly experienced the impact and happiness brought by "private ownership" for the first time.

The soldiers who have made great achievements on the battlefield hold expensive treasures in one hand and their female slaves in the other, talking and laughing happily.

The soldiers who stayed in the camp were envious when they saw others returning with full rewards, and secretly vowed in their hearts to catch up with the next battle.

The most frustrated were the patriarchs who lost their distribution privileges, but Todd, the son of the gods, only picked two trophies, so they naturally couldn't say anything more. Fortunately, the latter agreed to them and allowed the captured soldiers and civilians to be incorporated into their troops first, which made them feel a little better.