Game of Thrones: Holy Flame King
Chapter 23: deal with

  Chapter 23 Disposal

  The twilight of the morning sun slowly penetrated the clouds, and sprinkled a touch of golden color on the mountains.

  On the blood-stained ground, unknown weeds greedily absorb the remains of the dead, trying to grow taller and stronger.

  A few vultures were circling in the sky, and they couldn't wait to dive down and enjoy the feast.

  Although he didn't sleep all night, Samwell was still in high spirits, directing his subordinates to clean up the battlefield and place the prisoners.

   This battle was finally won, and it was a hearty victory!

  Samwell understood that this victory meant a lot to him.

  First of all, after this baptism, the batch of recruits he recruited are no longer just a display, but a powerful armed force that he can rely on.

  Secondly, he himself gained a lot of prestige because of this victory. Originally, he was a well-known trash among the nobles of the River Bend, and no one thought highly of him except those recruits he recruited. But now, everyone looked at him with reverence and respect, and they really regarded him as a lord who expanded his territory.

  The most important thing is that after this battle, the new territory will no longer have to worry about being harassed by savages. At least near this valley, no savage tribe has the courage and ability to pose a threat to him.

  At this time, Todd came over, bowed to Samwell, and said:

   "My lord, the preliminary statistics of this battle have come out."

  After this victory, the knight of the Tyrell family was obviously more respectful when facing Samwell.

"How is it going?"

   "A total of 21 of our soldiers died unfortunately, and more than 30 people were seriously injured. However, we killed more than 230 savages and captured nearly a thousand people!"

   When it came to the end, the illegitimate knight who had experienced many battles couldn't believe it.

  He has participated in many battles, but he has never seen such exaggerated results, especially since he also knows that the pioneer knight in front of him is only a group of recruits who are on the battlefield for the first time!

  Even if the opponent is only a savage with poor equipment and poor organization, such a brilliant victory is enough for this young knight to enter the ranks of the excellent generals of the River Bend.

  The Tully family is really rich in generals.

  At this moment, Todd no longer dared to associate Samwell with the name of trash. In his opinion, this was either a misunderstanding, or involved some dirty conspiracy within the Tully family.

   "Well, properly accommodate the wounded and sacrificed soldiers, and pay pensions according to the standard I promised before. You can ask Gavin for the money."

   "Yes, my lord."

   "Caught the wildling leader?"

   "Caught it. This attack was initiated by a nearby tribe named Huya. The organizers were the three sons of the tribe's chief. They have all been captured."

   "Okay, bring it to me."

"yes."

  It wasn't until the three Huya brothers were brought to him that Samwell discovered that one of them was the terrifying savage who posed a fatal threat to him on the battlefield last night.

   "We meet again." Samwell greeted with a smile, "What's your name?"

   "Cheka." Cheka gritted his teeth and spit out a few words from between his teeth. His blood-red eyes were fixed on Samwell, as if he would rush to bite his throat if he disagreed.

  Samwell would naturally not be afraid of a defeated general, not to mention that the opponent's hands and feet were tied.

   "Cheka, we have no hatred, right? I haven't hurt anyone in the Huya tribe, but why are you attacking us?"

   Cheka snorted softly and said angrily:

"Everywhere you go, the Hewan people will occupy land and build cities, cut down forests, and hunt wild animals, but these are all gifts from the gods! Now you have ruined them, and you still ask why we attack you? "

   "These survival resources are not labeled. Why do you say that the gods are exclusive to you? Why can't they be jointly developed?"

   "Hehe, since you have won, this mountain forest is naturally yours. Why are you talking so much nonsense? Kill as you want. None of the Huya warriors are afraid of death!"

   "Really?" Samwell looked at the fearless three brothers, and suddenly had an idea, and said, "However, I didn't say I would kill you."

   "You won't kill us?" Cheka frowned and asked, "Are you planning to make us your slaves?"

  Samwell shook his head again: "Enslaving others is an offense to the Seven Gods, and the laws of the kingdom also expressly prohibit keeping slaves."

   "If you don't want to be slaves, will you let us go?" the second child, Qimu, couldn't help asking.

   Unexpectedly, Samwell nodded.

   "Hmph! Are you so kind?" Cheka obviously didn't believe it.

"I didn't intend to be an enemy of the savages." Samwell said frankly, "It's just that you don't give me a chance to show friendship. As I said just now, the gift of nature is not something you can monopolize. As long as you are willing, we It’s perfectly possible to be a partner, a friend, or even a relative.”

   "You River Bend nobles have always spoken well." Cheka said disdainfully, "But don't you want us to surrender to you?"

  Samwell asked with a smile: "Isn't it natural to submit to the strong? Isn't that the case in your tribe?"

   These words made Cheka speechless.

   Savages are indeed respected by the strong.

  But then he said in a muffled voice:

   "Only the patriarch of the Huya tribe, our father, can decide whether to surrender to you."

   "So I want to meet your father."

   "Okay, then you let us go first, and our people."

  Samwell shook his head and said:

   "Your attack has caused us huge losses, so there must be corresponding compensation."

   "What compensation?"

   "Those tribesmen who were captured by us must stay and build the castle for me, and they can only leave after the completion."

   "Isn't this just letting them be your slaves! You said just now that you won't keep slaves, you really are hypocritical nobles!" Cheka snorted softly.

  Samwell ignored him and continued:

   "And you, you must also pay the price as punishment for instigating this battle."

   "What punishment?"

   "Hundreds of people died because of you, and the punishment must be equal, so, naturally, death!"

   Cheka laughed loudly: "So you still want to kill us, are you talking nonsense before?"

  Samwell shook his head again: "No, I will only kill one of you. I will release the other two to show my sincerity in reconciling with the Huya tribe."

  The three brothers froze for a moment, then asked almost simultaneously:

   "Who are you going to kill?"

  Samwell smiled mysteriously and said:

   "Well, it's up to you to decide which one will atone for the dead."

  After Samwell finished speaking, the atmosphere at the scene suddenly became delicate.