England · Three Years
The drizzle hit the wet plains, but the chariot was still moving forward. On the sides of the chariot, there were all kinds of warriors. At a glance, there were citizens of Troy, but most of them were tribal warriors painted with totems. They held flags, and there were dozens of them.
At that moment, they slowly advanced with their weapons in hand and arrived at the entrance of a valley. A soldier came to report that there was no ambush at the entrance of the valley, and the army carefully entered the valley.
The valley was not deep, but under the drizzle, the plants were lush and verdant, blocking one's line of sight.
There were two tribes living in the valley. One of the tribes did not have many people, only a few hundred. Usually, the people of this tribe mainly hunted for a living. There was only one road leading to the valley from the outside world, and it had already been occupied.
The Horde soon appeared in front of the allied forces. The entire Horde was surrounded by a wooden fence. There was a wooden gate in front of the allied forces. The Horde was made of wood and grass. During war, it was easy for the enemy to destroy it with fire. However, this was already a fairly civilized Horde in England.
The war chariot stopped in the middle of the valley. Inside the chariot was a man dressed in armor. It was Pei Zi Yun. Even after a few years, he had not changed at all. In fact, he looked younger than before.
"Your Majesty, we've arrived," a soldier reported.
"Follow the rules and persuade them to surrender!" Pei Zi Yun said.
"Yes!"
The warrior approached the gate and shouted to the people of the tribe, "The king has given his order. If you surrender immediately, you will be conferred the title of nobility. Those who resist will be exterminated."
"You should have heard a lot of news. Surrender quickly."
After the warrior finished shouting, the allied army stood quietly and did not urge the tribe to move.
One of the tribes was silent for a long time. Just when everyone was getting impatient, the main gate opened, and a white-haired tribal chief walked out, trembling.
The chief stepped forward silently. There were sentries standing guard in front of him. He trembled and knelt down.
"You are the Chieftain of the Wild Boar Tribe?" Pei Zi Yun broke the silence, "Why are you so afraid of me? In the future, you will know that I will give you even more. "
As he spoke, he glanced at the tribes behind him. Many of them had expressions of agreement on their faces. These were all tribal chiefs who were now following the king to encircle and suppress the tribes that had yet to submit.
As he spoke, Pei Zi Yun jumped down and asked, "Are you truly willing to become a citizen of my kingdom without any reservations?"
The chief of the Wild Boar Tribe hesitated for a moment before answering, "I'm willing."
Hearing this reply, everyone revealed a knowing smile. This was someone who knew how to adapt to circumstances. Who knew how many tribes resisted to the end, but the results were all extremely miserable.
"Since that's the case, we shall enter into a sacred contract. Any deceit or betrayal is a sin." Pei Zi Yun smiled, raised his sword and patted the tribal chief's shoulder. He said, "I accept your allegiance, and officially declare this place as Sark County. You will be the Baron of Syfan."
The tribal chief's body trembled, and he said dryly, "King, thank you for your reward."
"As long as you work hard for the royal family, the kingdom will not mistreat you. In the future, there will be new lands for you." Pei Zi Yun said.
A scribe behind him was busy writing. Soon, the scribe was done. He shouted, "Baron Syfan, from now on, you are the Baron Syfan of the kingdom. You must fulfill your duty and build a temple for the God of Disappearance."
"Also, you must send 15 soldiers to serve the king for 40 days every year. At the same time, you must pay one-twentieth of your annual income as tribute."
"Yes, I can fulfill all of these requirements." The new Baron said.
The scribe nodded his head in satisfaction. This Baron Syfan was very obedient, and continued, "Once every three years, the king can summon you to participate in the war. If you are successful, the king will bestow you with new lands."
"Do you have any more questions?" The scribe asked.
"I have no more questions."
The scribe nodded and said, "Actually, you will know in the future how much you have benefited from this."
"Other things aside, the chief cannot be inherited. There will be warriors in the tribe to replace you. Now, you can rely on the authority of the king to pass on the title to your son."
"If you die in battle, your son will inherit your power and wealth."
"Whoever opposes will face the wrath of the entire kingdom." Hearing this, the Wild Boar Tribe's tribal chief did not fully understand. However, some of the tribal chiefs were already smiling in satisfaction.
Just as the scribe was patiently explaining the duties of the new Baron, the soldiers had already started to rest and cook.
One by one, they went to the nearby forest to pick up firewood, while another group of people built stoves on the spot.
A rich aroma quickly spread throughout the camp. Everyone had just taken over a small tribe, and was in a good mood. Now that there was food to eat, everyone's appetites increased.
Pei Zi Yun was dressed in armor, with a belt and a long sword at his waist. He looked around, and behind him was a young boy of about 11 or 12 years of age.
Pei Zi Yun asked, "After this war, the kingdom will have to rest for many years. Astanax, what do you understand?"
Astanax was Hector's son. Pei Zi Yun had established the kingdom, and he could not manage it forever. Sooner or later, he would have to hand over the kingdom, and the most suitable person to do so was Astanax.
These past three years, Pei Zi Yun had been nurturing Astanax. Every time he went to war, he would bring Astanax along, so that he could witness the establishment of the kingdom.
This way, after he left, Astanax would still be able to rule the kingdom.
Astanax thought for a while and said, "Uncle King, the Trojans, oh no, the British, only have a thousand men. We cannot afford to lose them."
"That's why we decided to conquer them gently. We will first conquer the weaker tribes, and then use them to conquer the stronger ones."
"Although we tried our best to use the tribes to fight, we still suffered some losses. We need to rest and recuperate, so that we can regain our population."
"That's not all, Astanax." Pei Zi Yun said, "We also colluded with the chief. Originally, the position of chief was not hereditary. Now that we are colluding with him, we are using the feudal system to replace the ancient democratic system."
"The chief quickly realized that by relying on the royal family, he would only lose the tribe. He himself would be able to turn all his fellow tribesmen into his subjects, and thus reap great benefits."
"This is why I am using the feudal system." Pei Zi Yun had just started to impart his knowledge when a soldier was carried back, covered in blood. Everyone looked over and saw that his ear had been sliced off. This was undoubtedly a sign of disdain. The surrounding people roared in anger, expressing their desire to wipe out this arrogant tribe.
"What the hell is going on?" Astyanax asked as he pulled over a soldier.
"Prince, the leader of the Wild Wolves Tribe doesn't respect us at all. When our soldiers went in and explained our intentions, they shouted that the Wild Wolves will never be slaves, and cut off our soldiers' ears." The soldier replied.
"Is there any other reason?" Pei Zi Yun asked.
"No, King." The soldier replied.
Pei Zi Yun's eyes turned cold. This tribe was a provocation to the royal family. If he didn't take them down quickly, it would damage the image of the royal family. It might even cause some of the new chiefs to have bad intentions.
Pei Zi Yun then gave the order, "Wipe out their entire tribe, kill them without mercy."
"Yes." The soldier replied.
Pei Zi Yun's order was passed down very quickly. The soldiers had just seen their comrade's ear being sliced off by the Wild Wolves Tribe. They were all enraged and carried out the order with high efficiency.
All the soldiers took out their weapons and prepared to take action. The archers also took out their arrows and aimed them at the Wild Wolves Tribe.
"Kill." A few thousand people roared in anger, shaking the heavens and the earth as they charged forward.
There was no order to their actions. However, the Wild Wolves Tribe only had a few hundred people fighting. Now that there were a few thousand of them charging forward, their faces turned pale. However, they were indeed worthy of the name Wild Wolves as they fought back with all their might.
On top of the wooden fence, the warriors of the Wild Wolves Tribe faced the oncoming enemies. Arrows and spears rained down on them, and the sound of screams could be heard.
The soldiers of the Kingdom's Alliance Army also used their arrows and spears to attack the Wild Wolves Tribe.
Even the Wild Boar Tribe's Chief, the newly appointed Baron Syfan, had no choice but to lead his tribe's warriors to attack their brother tribe. This tribe had been living with them for hundreds of years. At this moment, they had no choice but to fight back.
There was no order to the battle. The only thing they knew was to charge forward. However, there were only a thousand people in the Wild Wolves Tribe, and half of them were women. There were only two to three hundred of them who could fight. Facing the attack of a few thousand soldiers, no matter how stubborn they were, it was of no use. In just a few moments, there was a "boom" sound, and the fence collapsed.
"Kill, kill, kill!" The tribe's army rushed in. Not long after, several plumes of thick smoke rose from the inside, and one could vaguely see the rising flames. The men of the Wild Wolves Tribe were indeed worthy of the name "Wolves". In this situation, they were still stubbornly resisting, blocking the tide of ferocious enemies.
However, what they got in return was even more ferocious killing.
After an hour, the sounds of killing gradually stopped. All the people of the tribe who were still alive were gathered in an open space. The women and children were gathered on one side of the open space, and the men who were taller than one meter were gathered on another side.
"Today, I will let all of you understand the consequences of stubbornly resisting." A Troy warrior said. The warrior whose frosted ear was cut off was his comrade. He gnashed his teeth in hatred towards this stubborn tribe.
After he finished speaking, he waved his right hand and shouted, "Kill!"
"Puff, puff, puff …"
A series of sounds of spears piercing into bodies were heard. This tribe's men who were taller than one meter were all slaughtered. Their bodies fell to the cold ground with a "plop" sound. Blood spurted out from these people's bodies, dyeing the surrounding area red. Immediately, all the women and children began to cry.
This tribe had been slaughtered, and all the women and children had become slaves. The battle had officially come to an end.
Pei Zi Yun stepped forward and took the document. After looking at it and seeing that there were no problems, he said, "In the battle just now, the first place goes to Baron Berklus. He is bestowed with two Knight Territories."
"Sir Kovasili bestows one Knight Territory. Sir Mosxico bestows one Knight Territory."
"Seventy percent of the wealth and half of the population will be distributed to all the warriors who participated in the battle. The remaining thirty percent of the wealth and half of the captives, as well as the land, will belong to the kingdom according to the rules."
In this era, land was not the most precious thing. Wealth was. Hearing these words, the tribe leaders who had just become nobles cheered.
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