Above the ruins of the Giant Tower, the expeditionary army was counting their gains and losses. They had lost nearly a thousand people in this battle, but it was completely worth it considering that they had wiped out thousands of Green Dwarfs.
The knights and serfs had plundered a large amount of wealth. The Green Dwarfs loved shiny things the most. Although they were all trash, the Green Dwarfs did not mind filling their fortresses with trash. The endless treasures from the Tomb King's Graveyard, many precious metals and weapons from the Dwarfs, and many good things that the Green Dwarfs had excavated themselves were all plundered by the expeditionary army. When Laing ordered the soldiers to retreat from the fortress and Veronica was about to summon flames to burn the fortress to ashes, many soldiers were still looking for possible gains in the Green Dwarfs' town. Some even tried to dig up the Green Dwarfs' feces.
The things that were really treasured by the Green Skins were a bunch of delicious mushrooms (for the Green Skins), fart essence that had a unique spicy taste (for the Green Skins), lizards that had been dried and stuffed with salt, and those pom-pom fungi that grew into a round shape and emitted a unique pungent smell. These were the best delicacies for the Green Skins.
Among them, the most favorite food for the Green Dwarfs was the pungent fungus. After the fungus emitted a pungent smell, it was stuffed with marinated fart essence and roasted with green mushroom wine (made by the Goblins). Even the legendary God of Hair, Grimog- Ironskin, could not resist this kind of food. The Green Dwarfs could only enjoy this kind of delicacy after a huge victory.
In the face of the expeditionary army's attack, the Green Dwarfs would rather destroy this food than leave it for the humans to enjoy. In fact, the humans did not intend to enjoy the food of the Green Dwarfs.
This knowledge was taught to Laing by Belega. In the hundreds of years of war with the Green Dwarfs, Belega was already an expert in the culture of the Green Dwarfs and the Rat Men. The Dwarf King was very clear about the habits of the Green Dwarfs and the Skaven Rat Men. He also knew how to deal with them.
However, it was the same for his two old rivals, Skarnik and Quake. Belle understood them, and they understood Belle as well.
Laing and Knight King looked at the fire that covered the entire Giant Tower in the distance. Laing nodded with satisfaction. Laing did not participate in today's battle. He was wearing his Gray Knight Full Body Exquisite Power Armor, holding Mjolnir in his hand, and Nemesis was hanging on his waist. Knight King knew that he was now the commander, and there was no reason for him to take the lead in any battle. "This battle is very important to us, Brother Belega. We need this kind of victory."
"Alright, maybe you're right." Belega lowered his head and thought for a moment. "The Giant Tower is our first target. Along the entire Blackwater Bay, there are at least a dozen Green Dwarfs strongholds like this. Maybe we can't harvest so much wealth from each stronghold, but maybe this can give your people confidence … Brother Laing, your soldiers, especially the infantry, are too weak. They are almost defeated at the first touch."
"You can't compare your dwarf army with ours. Every dwarf is a natural warrior." Laing complained. "Even the most ordinary dwarf warrior has at least a dozen years of training. Our serf infantry regiment spends most of the year farming. Even if they train, it's only during the short slack season. Of course, they can't compare to your army."
"Oh, Brother Laing, you know yourself very well!" Belega stroked his white beard. The King of Eight Peaks proudly affirmed Laing's words. "You're right. After all, humans are a race that produces inferior goods. There's no way they can be compared to the powerful dwarfs. But it doesn't matter. Just leave the infantry to the dwarfs! As long as you let the knights charge, we'll cooperate. Everything will be successful! "
"…" Laing secretly rolled his eyes. He knew that Belega was waiting for this sentence. Since Belega wanted it, then he would give it to him. After all, he didn't lose anything.
In front of the two kings, the huge army was sharing their harvest.
The knights and nobles gathered in groups of three to five, loudly displaying their gains. Some of the gains were military merits, which meant that the knights had killed many Green Dwarfs and obtained many heads. Some of the gains were gold, silver, and treasures. But looking at the expressions of the knights, almost all of them were smiling.
Freed from the constraints of the knight's way, the knights were even crazier than the Empire and the dwarfs when facing the Green Dwarfs. They greedily plundered everything they saw. They used their swords and shields to kill every Green Dwarf they saw. They pushed down the statue of Brother What and Brother Hell, smashed it, and then directly took the pickaxe from the hands of the dwarfs and smashed Brother What's face into pieces just to dig out Brother What's diamond-inlaid eyes.
The entire expeditionary army greedily plundered everything, just like the Red Flame Great Expedition hundreds of years ago.
According to the rules, half of the plundered goods had to be handed over. The merchants from Oliver's Chamber of Commerce and Hadrian's Chamber of Commerce were already drooling over the spoils of war. The two chambers of commerce had also sent a lot of people to participate in the war this time. They bought almost all the spoils of war, and then the merchant ships would transport these spoils of war to Haimen Pass, Lucini, Milagliano, Estalia, Bordero, Le-Angouland, and Marineburg to be sold. God knows how much profit Oliver and Hadrian could make, but looking at their expressions, it was obvious that selling the spoils of war was an extremely profitable business.
For this reason, the whole camp was full of noise from the merchants, knights, nobles, and soldiers arguing. Many serfs had never seen so much gold and silver in their lives. They argued with the merchants about the value of their loot, how much gold coins they could exchange for, and how much they could send to their families in Brittany.
Thanks to Laing's many years of hard work, the whole Brittany's postal system had been established with the cooperation of the Church of the Lake Nymph and the great nobles led by François. As long as it was not too far away, the postal system could generally be delivered.
It was no wonder that the merchants of Marlin Castle looked down on the national debt of Eight Peak Mountain. It was only a 10% profit. How could it compare to the business of selling stolen goods with a conservative profit of more than 50%? Leon noticed Anthelm, who was counting the loot. Sulia's uncle, Count Anthelm, had gained a lot from this raid. Just the various gold and gems alone were enough to fill dozens of sacks.
But it didn't matter. Laing knew very well that the business princes of Marineburg only dared to play some tricks on the bonds of Eight Peaks Mountain. They would never dare to confront Laing head-on. They would not even dare to leave Marineburg.
Laing knew this group of bourgeoisie too well. The bourgeoisie had their own unique softness and compromise. They would not confront Laing head-on. Originally, the best way for these business princes was to support a strong opponent and push him to the front to confront Laing head-on. Meanwhile, they would hide behind the scenes and make some small moves, providing financial and influential support.
But the problem was, who could fight against Laing? Who could the business princes of Marineburg support to fight against the Knight King, the hero of mankind, and the strong man of the Divine?
The representative of the old nobles, the regent of the kingdom, Laun?
Impossible. Laun was a Knight of the Holy Grail. He was the most devout believer of the Goddess of the Lake. Going against Laing was equivalent to facing the Goddess of the Lake. Laun would never agree. Because of this, Laing was relieved to appoint him as the regent.
Duke Schultz of Marineburg?
Haha.
Emperor Karl-franz of the Empire?
Obviously, it was impossible.
Even if the business princes had their eyes on the Chosen One of Chaos, they could only come to a conclusion that it was impossible. Of course, the Chosen One of Chaos could fight against Laing, but Chaos had never been reasonable with the merchants. This kind of guy who had no spirit of contract and rules to follow, and who would suddenly tear up the agreement was what the merchants were most afraid of.
Hmph! At that time, if these business princes could not see the situation clearly, they would not even be able to drink the soup, let alone eat the meat. This was what Laing thought.
At night, in the Old Guard camp, the lavishly dressed Old Guard gathered in twos and threes to enjoy dinner. As the elite army formed by Laing, the Old Guard's food and rations were clearly the best. Tonight's dinner was chicken stew and whole-wheat bread, with many additional supplies. Their food was even better than that of the knights of some duchies. Seeing their exquisite weapons and dazzling military uniforms, there was no lack of jealousy in the hearts of many ranger knights.
The Old Guard company commander, ranger knight Raymond, held an iron plate and sat in front of the fire, eating dinner with several Old Guard. In the battle of the Giant Tower, because the Old Guard had not been involved in the battle and had only played the role of holding the line, they had not had the opportunity to display their strength. When the looting of the Giant Tower began, the Old Guard had joined in relatively late, so they did not get much good stuff. These proud soldiers were all angry.
"Company Commander, look at the pride of those soldiers!" Raymond ate a few mouthfuls, and an Old Guard complained to his officer, "Damn it, what's there to be proud of? We have tens of thousands of people, and the opponent only has a few thousand green skins. We still paid a thousand casualties. It's just a green skin stronghold. Why didn't His Majesty let us deal with it?"
"That's right!" Another Old Guard said, "Damn it, we were too slow. I only managed to snatch a few silver ingots. This money is only enough for me to vent my anger at the merchant camp!"
Everyone glanced at the merchant camp. Now, it was extremely popular. The serfs and knights who had just obtained a large amount of gold and silver in the looting were spending crazily. This great expedition naturally attracted many merchants and various peddlers. Even chefs had followed. Many chefs were cooking on the spot. Some serfs who had made a fortune even ate beef noodles. In the past, this kind of delicacy was almost impossible for serfs to eat.
In addition, there were one or two hundred women who followed the merchants. They were also doing business.
"Still want to vent? I heard that the low-grade goods have already risen to three silver coins a time, and there's a time limit of thirty minutes! " An Old Guard joked, "With the money you snatched, it's not enough for you to vent a few times. It's better to save it, or give it to the people of the Olivier Conglomerate to send back to the kingdom!" Someone complained, "Damn it, we Old Guard can't just watch those serfs get rich, right?"
"That's impossible." At this time, Raymond finally opened his mouth. This old guard officer and Ranger Knight could be considered a well-known figure in the army. After many years of experience, Raymond now had a valiant aura. "This great expedition will be unprecedentedly difficult. Although it was easy at the beginning, it doesn't mean that it will be easy later on. His Majesty will need the old guard's help. We just need to be patient."
"Yes, that's right." Raymond's words made the people sitting around nod in agreement.
At this time, a group of Old Guard carried a few large boxes into the camp. The Old Guard commander of the kingdom's knights, Bertrand, slammed the boxes a few times, "Everyone, listen to my orders!"
"Yes!" Almost in an instant, all the old guards stopped what they were doing and stood up in unison. Both the knights and the serfs were surprised by the way they obeyed orders.
"According to His Majesty Laing's decree, the best soldiers deserve the best enjoyment!" Bertrand slammed the box with his hand. He pulled out his sword and pried open the box. He took out a large wooden barrel from inside and placed it on the ground, "This is beer! It's imported from the Empire! "
"Yay!!!" The Old Guard burst into cheers.
"This is football and rugby for entertainment!" Bertrand's expression was serious, "Enjoy tonight, Old Guard, this is an order!"
"Thank you, His Majesty!"
"Long live His Majesty Laing!"
The whole night was surrounded by a fiery atmosphere. People celebrated the victory of the war and counted the spoils. Through this victory, the expedition army officially announced their arrival to the entire Evil Land!
Just like this, throughout December, the expedition army went along the entire Blackwater Bay and carried out righteous and noble plundering of all the green skin strongholds and fortresses along the coast!
More than a dozen green skin strongholds were destroyed. All the wealth and various resources were plundered crazily. The knights let loose and slaughtered all the green skins in their sight, taking everything of value for themselves. Everywhere the expedition army passed, there was a piece of scorched earth.
By the end of December, it was already the Winter Festival. Laing and the others led the army to conquer the last green skin stronghold on the coast of Blackwater Bay. Eight thousand green skins and tens of thousands of goblins were slaughtered under the command of the warlord Snacker. In the face of their ancient enemies, neither the Brittany knights nor the dwarves of the Angran clan showed any mercy. The entire fortress was once again plundered and burned to the ground after being burned to the ground.
The expedition army also paid more than three thousand casualties.
Now, Haimen Pass was right in front of them.
Letters of victory and news of victory spread from the Evil Land to Haimen Pass, to the prince's territory at the border, to the southern countries, across the black and gray mountains, to the Empire, and to Brittany! Ships of spoils of war were transported back from the Evil Land one after another. That was His Majesty Laing's victory, that was the victory of the expedition army, that was the victory of the Lady of the Lake, and that was the victory of Brittany!
This news greatly excited the entire Knight King's Kingdom. People walked on the streets and joyfully told the news of victory. Large amounts of gold, silver, treasures, and various resources were transported back to the kingdom. The knights, nobles, and serfs of the kingdom received real benefits! Even Duke Carcassonne, Hubert, could not help but smile when he saw the mountains of salt and dozens of sacks of gold, silver, and gemstones that were transported back to the kingdom.
But at the same time, the green skins in the depths of the Evil Land and in the Eight Peaks Mountain also heard the news of Bellegar and the knight army's return.
"Damn canned shrimps! Killing my ass, making me unable to eat happily ~ Destroying my tribe, making me unable to WAAAGH! "
— Rumors of the Evil Land Green Skin
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