Chapter 12 The fruits of victory

Author: Ivan the Terrible

Chapter 12 The fruits of victory

Herme let the living take care of the dead, while she directed the rescue of the injured.

Unfortunately, many people were seriously injured, so all we could do was give them a good time.

At this moment, Herme couldn't help but think of those warlocks who were good at healing in the original book, but it was a pity that there were none in Sazha Castle.

The Sazaburg side quickly counted the casualties. Thirty-one people were killed and 14 were injured.

The main reason why there were so few injured was because the severely injured who could not be saved were executed, and there was nothing we could do about it.

"Oh, the loss this time is really huge."

Herme pulled a bench in the gatehouse and sat down. This was the first time he had seen such casualties among his men, many of whom were veterans who had been with him since the First Northern War.

"Don't blame yourself too much, Commander Hemei. War is like this. I can even say that the casualties of your men are very few."

The grassland warrior who swept the battlefield at the critical moment said that if any residents of Saza Castle heard his voice, they would find that he was the famous witcher George of Saza Baron.

This is why Hemei walked to the gatehouse, because it was closed enough for the two of them to talk without being heard by outsiders.

After all, you can't destroy the neutral reputation of the demon hunter. Master George helped you, but you can't sell him out.

Although Hemei once thought about "accidentally" revealing the master's identity, in the end he forced himself to give up that idea.

This idea was rejected by Hermey the moment it appeared.

"Speaking of which, Master, what are you going to do next?"

Hermey asked George, "No one should recognize you. Savin has always been very strict with his mouth. He never leaks information. But if you continue to stay here, it will be difficult to tell what happens next." .”

"I will leave as soon as possible. I will leave today. In fact, my luggage has been packed and I can leave right away. If I disappear from the public for a few months, they will probably forget about me, the swordsman who suddenly appeared."

Before participating in the battle, the master had already thought of a way out for himself, which was to leave as soon as possible.

As long as he disappears for a few months, no one will remember him.

But what he didn't expect was that people would still remember his story.

But the effect was achieved, and no one connected the powerful prairie warrior with the demon hunter George.

A generation later, this story will become a legend, a legend that a powerful warrior will save everyone in times of crisis. Even the descendants of Hemei do not know what happened.

A folklorist from Fort Bulldog University believes that this is the grassland residents' desire for a strong protector in a dangerous environment, so this legend came into being.

However, the locals have a completely different view. They believe that the legendary guardian is real, and they are very disdainful of the scholars' claims.

The radicals among them regarded this as an insult to themselves, and the professor was almost beaten when he came to Sazarburg.

In order to promote tourism, the local government naturally disdained the opinions of the University of Sazha. It also deliberately suppressed those who made such remarks, declaring that such remarks were very unpopular in Sazáburg.

Gradually, this statement was forgotten by people, and at best it was only discussed among scholars as an example of folklore in the study of human psychology.

However, one scholar believes that the prairie warrior should be a demon hunter. The legend was born in an era when the activities of demon hunters in Harklan increased, and it is not unacceptable for a demon hunter to take action.

But no one took this view seriously, and it was quickly forgotten.

After understanding Master George's plan, Hemei didn't say much to him and let the master go about his plans.

And he ordered his men to open the city gate and go to meet the Cossacks who came to support from outside the city.

Opening the city gate, Hemei saw a mess, with arrows and corpses scattered on the ground, and blood scattered among them.

Farther away, the Cossacks belonging to Sazha Fort were looting corpses from the battlefield.

They stripped off all the clothes of the deceased and put the weapons aside in bundles.

The Cossacks looked for gold teeth in the mouths of the corpses of well-dressed men, and if they were found, they took them out. Some of them skillfully cut open the fingers wearing rings and took off the rings.

There are always people cheering for their harvest of corpses, and the people around them are full of envy. Searching for corpses is like finding treasures, and there are always people who can make a fortune from it.

This made Hemei feel a little dizzy, especially when she thought about her own fighting just now. These guys came at the right time.

But Hermetus did not have a fit. That was not what a ruler should do. He just stood there and sent his attendant Viator to summon the leaders of each village.

The Cossacks still obeyed Heme's orders. After a while, the leaders of each village came to Heme. The joy of victory was written on their faces, which showed that this back attack made them a lot of money.

However, when they saw that Hemei's expression was not good, they soon understood what was going on, and everyone also knew how to observe words and expressions.

The atmosphere became awkward for a moment. After all, the timing of their arrival was such a coincidence that no one believed them even if they said they didn't mean it.

"Commander Hemei, we did not arrive at this time on purpose."

A man wearing a fur hat with a cuff stood up. There were waterfowl feathers on his fur hat. Herme knew this man. He was the elder of a relatively large village near Sazhaburg. His name was Vigores.

"We have gathered people as quickly as possible, but even so, it was still too late when we arrived. We are very sorry for this."

Vigores spoke in a very low manner. Among many Cossacks, he was always known for being reasonable. This was not a quality that was often found in this group of people.

For this reason, he is very prestigious in many Cossack villages, and everyone likes to let him make judgments, because his judgments can satisfy everyone.

Vigores obviously understood that if he wanted to alleviate Herme's dissatisfaction, some apology would definitely not be enough, so he said to Herme,

"To express our apology, we will hand over half of the prisoners and trophies obtained in this battle to you."

These words made Hemei's expression soften a little. Fortunately, these guys still knew how to bring things out. If they thought that a few apologies could solve the problem, then Hemei would have to take action against them for the sake of his own prestige.

some punishment.

Punishment will inevitably lead to the deterioration of the relationship between the two parties and even the confrontation of weapons. With the Cossacks' unruly nature, there will definitely be trouble.

There may be a civil war at that time, which is not something that should be included in Hemei's future plans.

This is what Herme doesn't want to see. Now that Vigores has done things wisely, he doesn't have to face a choice he doesn't want to make.

"Since you all know what the problem is, I won't say anything more."

Herme ended the matter with these words, "Come to Sazha Fort to attend the celebration banquet tonight. This is a rare victory."

Naturally, the Cossacks would not refuse the banquet. From then on, as he said, the matter was over.

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Hermey returned to Sazha Castle, which does not mean that he can be idle from now on. There are still various affairs waiting for him.

Heme first made a new defense plan for Saza Fort. Judging from the Cossack siege capabilities and durability seen in this battle, Saza Fort would not be overrun so quickly if it had a moat.

The city wall also has enough time to wait for other troops to arrive.

But now he just had this manpower, and with the Cossacks paying tribute, Hemei had more than 400 prisoners on his hands, and they were all strong men.

It is most suitable to use them to dig a moat. Hemei does not intend to kill these people, but she also does not intend to let them go directly.

This labor force must be put to good use. At least they can't leave until the moat is dug.

Another thing is to encourage the establishment of brick-making workshops. Bricks are a good thing. Using bricks as a foundation, wooden walls can be built higher and bigger.

Moreover, when the production of bricks increases in the future, the entire city wall can be replaced with bricks, which will make the city more defensive.

As for why he focused on bricks, it was because Hemei didn't expect stones to be found in Harklan at all. It had been a while since Hemei had been here, but Hemei couldn't find any place that produced a large amount of stone.

While he was busy making various decisions, Herme noticed that the post-war "market" in Sazha Fort prospered very quickly, and soon the market in front of the main fort was filled with stalls selling various war trophies.

Seeing those bloody clothes being haggled, Herme could only lament that the people in this land were still too adaptable. Even the northerners who immigrated here behaved like Cossacks.

Many people try their luck in such post-war markets. Everyone knows that soldiers often have difficulty accurately assessing the value of every item they get, so picking and choosing here may lead to a windfall.

But as the evening progressed, all these stalls were cleared, and Hemei was going to hold a luxurious celebration here to celebrate this great victory.

In this battle, Saza Castle killed a total of 326 enemies, and there were so many prisoners. This was the greatest victory Heme had experienced since he came to this world.

Several huge bonfires were lit, which were very conspicuous in the dark night. The citizens and Cossacks raised their wine glasses at the table, drank to each other, and gulped down the food in the warehouse.

And those young people who were always restless began to sing and dance around the campfire immediately after they had had enough wine and food.

Of course, passion was also ignited in these young people's favorite things, and soon men and women stepped into the darkness together.

Hermey was surrounded by people who boasted about his achievements. This was not because they were flattering, many of them were sincere.

Especially those who have fought with Hemei, Hemei's performance is very reliable in their opinion.

In troubled lands, war lords are always welcome in their ranks.

Looking at those adoring and trusting eyes, Hemei felt a huge pressure on his back for some reason, but he couldn't express these emotions, so he felt very uncomfortable.

This night is a sleepless night for many people, and countless bonfires light up the night.

In this era of expensive lighting, night banquets represent luxury and luxury, and everyone naturally wants to have fun and enjoy themselves.

Hemei didn't go to the carnival with them, he just dragged his tired body and went to bed early.

There are really too many things that I have experienced today, and there will definitely be more visible to the naked eye tomorrow, so I’d better rest well.

Hermey slept very soundly and sweetly that night, and he once again dreamed of ruling the entire north. However, early the next morning, he was woken up by a panicked Viator.

It turned out that as the day and night passed, the news thoroughly fermented on the grassland, and people from all walks of life began to woo Sazhabao.

Previously, in the struggle for hegemony on the grassland, Sazha Fort had been a passer-by for a long time, and all parties had trade relations with Sazha Fort.

Although it cost them a lot to buy the goods from Sazha Fort, in addition to keeping enough for their own use, these goods could also be resold to the Harklan nomads, and they could make a lot of money.
To be continued...