"What do you mean?" Mansred frowned.
"Do you know about the Rebellion of the Four Kings?"
"I do."
"The Bloody Wedding, the Winterfell incident, do you know about it?"
"That created a rare opportunity for us. If it weren't for you, we would be eating meat by the southern lord's fireplace," Mansred said.
"Haha!" Danny sneered and asked, "The Northern Territory is in constant war, and we haven't finished the food storage mission before winter. We'll be so poor that we won't even have porridge to eat. Where will you find meat?"
Maans was stunned and said, "No matter how poor they are, they're still richer than us."
The leader of the Great Glacier Cannibal Tribe licked his lips and said, "Animals without limbs and two-legged sheep with even more delicious meat. The old ones are chewy, and the young ones melt in your mouth. They're very tender."
Danny looked at the man with yellow teeth and nodded in agreement. "Maybe you're right. The two dragons I've raised love to eat people.
I've always told them that you're dragons, just like humans. You have wisdom and divinity, and can't be compared to ordinary animals.
I've even whipped them a few times, but they haven't changed. Now that they've met a group of inhumane two-legged animals, they can eat to their heart's content. "
Yellow Teeth grinned and said proudly to his companions, "Look, even the Megalosaurus likes to eat people. You walruses should learn from us."
Then, he turned to the King of Savages and said cheerfully, "Maans, you said that 'cannibal tribe' doesn't sound good and wanted to change our name. 'Glacier tribe' doesn't sound good enough, so I refused.
But now that I think about it, 'cannibal tribe' doesn't sound good enough. How about 'Megalosaurus tribe'? "
Maans put his hand to his forehead and said, "Okay, let's call it 'Megalosaurus tribe'."
"Hahaha, that's great."
The way the three Night Watchers looked at him …
Sighing helplessly, Danny said directly, "Mansred, since you want to bring the savages across the Great Wall, why don't you surrender to me? I'll take you to the warm and fertile land south of the Great Wall to farm."
"Submit? You want us to kneel to you? You're daydreaming! "Maans sneered.
"Bah! Free people will never surrender! "Tormond roared angrily.
"We can steal and rob whatever we need. But if you want to enslave us to farm, there's no way!"
"I would rather die than be free!"
"Free people will never be slaves!"
.....
It was as if they had poked a hornet's nest. The sixteen barbarians glared at Dani furiously. They stood up and roared loudly. Some of them even pulled out their swords and slammed their shields. They looked at Dani, eager to fight.
Danny leaned against the back of the chair with her right hand supporting her chin and her head tilted. Her expression was so calm that it was as if she was watching a boring stage play.
Barristan's expression was cold, and his muscles were tense. In the next moment, he could take a step forward and protect the Queen behind him. Jon, Sir Mallister, and Sir Glendon's expressions were ugly. They leaned forward, and their right hands unconsciously pressed on the hilt of their swords.
The Night Watchers on the city wall also saw the barbarians suddenly rioting. They loudly asked Yimont, Maxi, and the other leaders if they should immediately send people out of the city to bring the Queen and the few knights back.
"Hiss —" Blackie suddenly let out a loud roar, echoing in the empty snowfield.
The Night Watchers were the first to cover their ears and quiet down. When the barbarians saw the Megalosaurus stretching its neck and flapping its wings on the high wall a few hundred meters away, they also slowly stopped cursing.
Seeing the barbarians put away their weapons with ugly expressions and sit back down, Jon, Barristan, and the rest secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Their stiff bodies relaxed.
Danny's charming purple eyes glanced at every barbarian. She said softly, "Since it's a negotiation, of course you can propose any conditions on the spot.
Just like when you said that you wanted to kill all the Night Watchers, climb over the Great Wall, set fire to the Northern Region, eat people, and steal women, I didn't pull out my knife to kill anyone, did I? "
"There's no room for negotiation. Free people will not kneel and surrender to any lord or king!" The King of Barbarians emphasized solemnly.
Danny sneered. "Stop lying to yourself. No society can have no classes. The sixteen of you are equivalent to the lords of the barbarians. You represent a privileged class. The people under your command live a life even more miserable than the lowliest peasants in the seven kingdoms. What freedom do you have? "
Mance shook his head slowly and said solemnly, "You don't know anything. We are not bound by the country, nobles, kings, or laws. We only choose and follow a certain leader based on our own preferences."
"You are really a bunch of pitiful creatures. You have been deceived by an illusory lie for thousands of years." Danny sighed.
"Woman, tell us clearly. Who has deceived us?" Tormond was furious.
Dani said slowly, "With the barren land beyond the Great Wall and the level of civilization of you barbarians, you don't even have enough food and clothing. You don't have the right to pursue freedom.
An ordinary barbarian, from birth to death, spends most of his life working hard for a meal. However, no matter how hardworking and intelligent a barbarian is, it is impossible for him to survive the winter with his own strength.
This does not depend on whether he can accumulate enough food to survive the winter …
You have no laws, no restrictions, and are used to bullying the weak. The strong rob the weak of their daily necessities to survive. He is powerless to stop other barbarians from robbing him.
At that time, he will only have two choices. The first is to die freely. After working hard for a few years to prepare food for his family, he will starve to death and his wife will be taken by someone else. The second is to freely choose who to be enslaved by. He will not be able to protect his property alone. He can only rely on the power of an organization. He can rely on an overlord. However, this will form the most primitive bureaucratic system. It goes against your idea of complete freedom. It is not as advanced as the Westeros' feudal system.
May I ask, what kind of freedom is the above two situations?
You just have no morals and etiquette. It is the naked law of the jungle — the survival of the fittest. What is there to be proud of when you live a life no different from a wild beast?
In other words, the wild boars and wolves in the forest are also free, but whoever envies them is a fool. "
After listening to Danny's words, Jon suddenly felt enlightened. He had not forgotten Yergret's preaching to him about "knowing nothing."
Bound by his identity as an illegitimate child and the strict discipline of the Night Watchers, he actually envied the freedom of the barbarians deep down.
At one moment, in the underground hot spring beyond the Great Wall, when he knelt down to lick Yergret, the cheerful and unrestrained feeling made him want to abandon everything and stay in the cave with the female barbarian for the rest of his life.
Now, after Her Majesty's analysis, he suddenly realized that the so-called "free people" of the barbarians was indeed a lie.
Sir Mallister and Sir Glendon smiled and nodded. They said proudly, "Your Majesty is right. We are humans, not beasts. We understand etiquette, justice, shame, and morality."
Manslade's face was gloomy, but he could not find a rebuttal. He sat there in silence, thinking hard.
"What's wrong with the survival of the fittest? The strong are born to enjoy better women and food, "Tormond said righteously.
"Between civilizations, countries, and races, the survival of the fittest is a matter of course. But within a civilization, benevolence, justice, and the public are more important. The survival of the fittest is possible, but it must be moderated. We are humans after all, and humans are born with compassion. "
Jon nodded, feeling that he had never thought so clearly in his life. He felt enlightened.
Barristan, Mallister, and Glendon were also deep in thought. They admired Her Majesty's wisdom even more.
But on the side of the barbarians, even the most "civilized" Manslade could only think hard, as if he had encountered a difficult problem. The others, like Tormond, were at a loss.
"What are you talking about? Get to the point! "The leader of the hard-footed people, whose skin was like boiled leather, cursed.
"Okay, I'll give a simple example." Danny rubbed her face and sighed. "Let's say your king, Manslade, and I have the same number of soldiers. There's no Great Wall, no Megalosaurus, and no giants.
Winter is coming, the barbarians can't survive, and the people of the Northern Territory lack food. He wants to go south to steal food, and I want to protect the people of the Northern Territory.
But we have the same number of soldiers, and neither of us is confident of winning.
In order to win this battle, we must think of ways to improve the combat power of the army. Magna, tell me, how can we improve our combat power? "
Well, the leader of the barbarians is called Magna, and the leader of the centaurs is called Khal.
"If a free man can beat five people who kneel, we will definitely win," Tormond said immediately.
"Yes, without the Great Wall and the Megalosaurus, we would have defeated those stinky crows." The barbarians nodded in agreement.
Mallister frowned and said, "Not to mention the equal number of soldiers, just give me two thousand cavalry, and I will beat this army of tens of thousands of barbarians until they are not afraid of the deviant ghosts. I promise, my armored army can kill more people than the deviant ghosts!"
"What did you say?"
"The crows are bragging."
.....
Danny said with a straight face, "Quiet down! I said, give me an example. Let's say that the soldiers of Mansred and I are exactly the same as the barbarians. "
"This …" Tormond muttered, "Only the gods know who will win and who will lose in the end."
"Our forces are equal, and neither of us is confident of winning. The best choice is to avoid fighting. But this battle is too important. Whoever wins, their people will survive; whoever loses, their people will be wiped out in the winter.
In order to win this battle, I have decided to improve my own strength, research smelting technology, and refine steel from ore. I will hunt horses from the grasslands and train them to tame horses. I will cut wood from the forest to build warships, fish for food, and also cross the sea to attack Mansred's rear. I will also send scholars to draw maps, build camps based on the terrain, and then develop walls from these camps, which will be the prototype of the Great Wall.
Well, you have seen everything I have done. What will you do, Lord King of the Beyond the Great Wall? "
"I …" Mansred's face was pale as he muttered, "I will learn from your methods, and even go one step further. I will invent more advanced technology than you, forge better steel, train more warhorses, build bigger and stronger warships …"
"Why?" Tormond was confused.
Danny smiled faintly and said, "Because I have the same number and quality of soldiers as him. If I want to win, I have to improve the quality of my weapons. It's simple: you with the iron sword can definitely beat you with the wooden stick, right? "
"Yes …" Tormond said bitterly.
His face also turned deathly pale. Just like Mance, he also understood the deeper meaning of this.
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