From the start to the end of the battle, it only took 21 minutes.

A group of enthusiastic gladiators and barbarians chanted the slogans that the gods are up and the gates of the Hall of Valor have opened. Under the premise of the three advantages of morale, equipment, and strength, they achieved it almost effortlessly. A complete victory.

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

Seeing the mountain of food piled up in front of him, Todd ordered the prisoners of war and civilians in the town to be driven together, confiscated all the transportation vehicles in the town, and began to organize a moving team to transport the food to the Froststone Camp.

Sitting on horseback, Todd looked at the Marozi residents who were mourning under the soldier's whip, his expression stern, and he didn't say a word.

Rachel, who had been paying attention to his expression, drove his horse to Todd's side and said in a low voice: "War is like this. The winner has the right to decide everything about the loser. The Ulsters in front of you, in the past At the time of victory, the barbarians were also driven as slaves..."

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

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

"Lead!" Ackerman, with an excited look, came to Todd and said happily: "We found a lot of belongings in the castle and town."

Todd glanced at the faint white sky in the east, and said, “It’s about to dawn. The attack here will soon be known to the enemy. We must step on as soon as possible before the enemy’s chasers can catch up with us. On the way home...load the things that are convenient to carry into the car and transport them back, and the other things are burned on the spot."

After some busywork and preparation, Froststone's army set foot on the way home, it was already eleven o'clock in the morning.

Todd was early in the soul space and asked Alfonso to send a team of knights to guard the convoy.

Unsurprisingly, on the evening of the day of departure, a cavalry wing of Ulster took the lead to catch up with the slow-moving transport team.

Todd transformed into a tyrant, in front of everyone, once again staged a crushing massacre with absolute power, and completely deterred the Ulster prisoners 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 morale soldiers who arrived in time completely eliminated the hidden danger of chasing soldiers with an ambush.

After the two wars to annihilate the pursuers, everything became calm for the next three days, and the mighty convoy returned safely to the Froststone camp with the looted food, property, and population.

Hundreds of large vehicles drove into the gate of the camp, and the excitement and excitement of all the left-behind personnel was completely ignited.

Todd riding a horse, enjoying everyone's cheers and praise, suddenly felt that being a king who worked hard for his people didn't seem to be too hard work.

"Let's go ahead, we will have 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, and gently touched the opponent's arm with his fingers, motioning him to look forward.

Todd shifted his gaze to the front, Deirdre leaned against the door of the small building, quietly looking at all the liveliness in front of him.

When Deirdre and Todd looked at each other, 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, making the latter sigh softly.

That night, except for those responsible for guarding the prisoners and surrounding patrols, almost all the soldiers in the entire camp attended this grand dinner.

The sizzling steaks on the grill, the frothy bitter ale, the soldiers gathered together to brag about their achievements, and from time to time they touched the butts of the two female slaves and laughed amidst screams.

Todd, wearing a bearskin jacket, slowly walked onto the banquet table. His appearance caused all the voices in the venue to gradually become quieter.

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

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

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

Walking off the platform, Todd motioned to the knights to put down the things in their hands, then pointed to the jar 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's face appeared sadly.

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

After saying this, under the shocking gaze of everyone, Todd changed into a tyrant form. His huge body blocked the light from the sky. His two iron claws were like magnets, absorbing from the surrounding torches, braziers and even moonlight. With the light, it becomes brighter and brighter.

Using the light-gathering ability that had just been injected into the body, Todd suddenly closed his palms, and the dazzling white light burst out in the middle of the camp.

Waiting for the light to slowly dissipate, everyone slowly opened their eyes, and the earthenware pot containing the ashes had been opened, and the dots of phosphorescence were like bubbles in the sea, slowly rising into the air and disappearing 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 these words came out, the entire camp suddenly boiled.

The soldiers' faces no longer saw the slightest grief of losing their comrades. Everyone yelled and cheered at the loudest volume.

The noisy voices at first converged into a simple sentence.

"My brothers, let us see you in the Hall of Valor!"

After performing the ceremony to pay homage to the heroic spirits, Todd, who was restored to his human form, stepped onto the stage again and sat down, looking at the shamans named Minnie, taking the ashes down, and winking at Ackerman.

The latter concealed all proper gestures.

After a while, several pallets full of valuables were pushed into the venue. Then, all the silverware, jewels and coins in the car fell to the ground.

The dazzling rays of the hill-like treasures in front of them dazzled everyone's eyes under the firelight.

Immediately afterwards, Ackerman led a group of soldiers, and brought all the young women captured in this battle to the field, attracting a burst of frolicking among the soldiers.

Sitting in a high position, Todd looked at the expressions on the faces of everyone in front of him, but he remembered the way that Rachel had mentioned the barbarian trophies before.

Generally speaking, under the premise of no joint action with other tribes, the wealth and slaves looted by a single barbarian tribe should nominally be managed and distributed by the patriarch, but in fact, this approach is equivalent to the patriarch owning all the spoils.

Higher-ranking fighters in the clan may be allowed to possess weapons, armor and a small amount of personal belongings, but the property of ordinary people in the clan belongs to the patriarch.

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

But if it is a joint action of multiple tribes to looting the spoils, there will be some changes in the distribution process.

The strongest and most productive tribe in the tribal alliance has the first power to choose the spoils. After it is selected, the remaining things will be distributed to other tribes participating in the war in turn.

So, logically speaking, 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 walked away slowly.

Then he walked up to the slave girls 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 women in the last row. Those women are indeed impeccable in terms of body and appearance.

Todd suddenly felt a cold thorn on his back, and looked back. I don't know when, Rachel and Deirdre stood not far away, looking at him with a smile.

Shaking his head helplessly, Todd left the ranks of female slaves in Ackerman's disappointed eyes.

Returning to the pile of belongings, he recalled that Rachel used to eat fried pine nuts and always used that old wooden bowl, so he bent down and picked up a silver bowl inlaid with gems; after thinking about it, he gave it to Deird. Li picked out a decorative box full of knick-knacks.

After taking away these two objects, Todd returned to his place in the eyes of everyone's puzzled.

Ackerman came to the center of the venue, first saluted Todd, then took out a crumpled piece of paper, read it and read: "Quetta!"

A scarred-faced tribal warrior, as strong as an ox, slowly stood up, confused, he didn't know why he called his name.

"Quita, the first to rush into the fortress in the Marazi raid, kill four enemy soldiers, and kill three enemy soldiers in the battle to annihilate the enemy pursuers. You deserve credit!"

Ackerman looked at this stupid big man, standing motionless like a wooden stake, and beckoned him angrily and funny: "Come here!"

Quetta moved his steps, slowly nuzzling to the center of the venue, standing there bewildered.

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

Ackerman had no worries anymore, and shouted loudly: "Quetta, as a reward for the warrior, I will allow you to choose three trophies first!"

As soon as this remark came out, people around him talked a lot.

"Really let me choose three trophies?!" Quetta opened his eyes and shouted in disbelief.

Todd sat in his seat and smiled and said, "The gods prefer warriors."

Quetta no longer hesitated, and immediately selected three of the heaviest trophies in his mind.

Todd looked at the things he chose, and suddenly he couldn't laugh or cry.

A **** pot, a whole load of fine linen, and an ugly woman weighing more than 18o Jin with a pocky face.

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

Soon, the second man in the battle was called by name. After picking out three trophies, he ran off happily 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.

After all the meritorious servicemen finished taking the spoils~lightnovelpub.net~ there was only a small pile of things left on the field, and Todd ordered the remaining things to be divided 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 really experienced the impact and happiness brought about by private ownership for the first time.

The soldiers who made meritorious service on the battlefield, holding expensive treasures in one hand, and their slave girls in the other, talked and laughed happily.

The soldiers who stayed at the camp were jealous when they watched the others return with full success, and secretly vowed to catch up with the next battle in their hearts.

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

　　

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