"Oh, Robb Stark, you are young but wise, and you are capable of martial arts. The mistake I made was that I underestimated you too much!
However, can you trust this illegitimate son who betrayed his family and his biological father?"
Luce's face showed no trace of smile, he let out a chuckle and spoke to Robb.
Without waiting for Robb's answer, he did not move his head, but moved his eyes to the left and back, and said to Ramsay who was guarding him: "There are so many families loyal to Stark in the north, and there is no need for them to be weak now.
The disloyal Boltons.
And since he can abandon thousands of infantrymen as bait, do you think he will hesitate when he needs to abandon you? My son!"
"Lord Luce, as a famous Earl of the North with my father's generation, this kind of low-level provocation is totally inconsistent with your status!
Come here, imprison Mr. Luce and guard him carefully without any neglect."
Listening to his provocative words, Robb shook his head, replied with a disappointed tone, and called for the soldiers to take him away and imprison him.
Seeing Roose being escorted away by several Winterfell soldiers, Robb turned to Ramsay and said: "Don't take what he said to heart. When I return to Winterfell, I will formally send a letter to the nobles of the North and canonize him."
You, Ramsay Bolton, are Lord of the Dreadfort."
"Thank you for your conferment, Lord Robb!"
When Ramsay heard this, he bowed and saluted with a smile on his face, but when he lowered his head, his eyes had no joy and were full of coldness.
Robb looked at Ramsay who was bowing respectfully, with a smile on his face as well, and a strange color flashed in his eyes.
"Ramus, you bastard! Didn't you agree to give us time to escape? Give my two brothers their lives!"
Suddenly, Sam, whose face and body were covered with clean linen bandages, with only his eyes exposed, jumped out from the side very excitedly, and stepped forward to beat Ramsay.
Robb turned around and grabbed Sam's hands, and said softly to him expressionlessly: "Sam, you take good care of yourself and I'll take care of it!"
"You can't blame me for this. My father's spies may have discovered the anomaly in letting all of your people go when they took over the caravan fire.
If I hadn't shot an arrow to set off the wildfire, let alone capture the Dreadfort, I'm afraid our heads would have been stuck on the wall of the Dreadfort by now.
You can still stand here and talk now, so you should thank me!"
Ramsay stood up straight, shaking his head, and his words were full of meanings that Sam should thank him.
"you……"
Sam wanted to continue to refute, but couldn't find a reason at all.
Ramsay used the overall situation to suppress Sam. Without him as an internal support, the Dreadfort would indeed be difficult to capture.
"Okay, Sam, trust me!
Take good care of yourself, I will keep the matter of those two brothers in my heart! I will definitely compensate their family!"
Robb stared at Sam with sincere eyes and spoke loudly, which gradually calmed down Sam's excitement.
After Sam calmed down, he nodded to Robb, glared at Ramsay fiercely, and then bowed and left.
"Lord Robb, please believe me, the situation was too urgent, otherwise I would not have set off the wildfire so early.
After all, you specifically asked me to ensure their lives are safe."
Looking at Sam's back, Ramsay said in a sincere tone to Robb, who had his back turned to him.
"I trust you!"
Also staring at Sam's back as he limped away, Robb didn't turn around and nodded directly in reply.
It's just that he said this unfinished sentence in his heart.
I believe you, even if the situation is not urgent, you will shoot an arrow and detonate it!
…
The work of cleaning up people and loot in the Dreadfort is very time-consuming.
After delivering the message to Stone Iron Town through the Crow's Nest of the Dreadfort, it only took most of a day for Xion to arrive at the Dreadfort with a thousand infantrymen.
It can be seen that Xien, who has been stationed in Stone Iron Town for the past two days, has lived a very comfortable life.
The whole person's face was red and full of energy, as if he had been nourished by a lot of love.
As soon as he saw Robb, he immediately reported to him the details of Stone Iron Town.
Their army marched to the entire Shitie Town and encountered no resistance at all.
Under Robb's special instructions, Theon restrained the army very well and did not carry out a devastating plunder of Stone Iron Town.
Of course, all the mineral resources, goods, and hoarded food in Shitie Town were confiscated by Xion's team.
Then he was worried that the soldiers would cause trouble, so he distributed the rewards for winning the war in advance through the military judge.
The soldiers of Winterfell who received large rewards immediately went to the red light district of Stone Iron Town.
By drinking, communicating with prostitutes, etc., you can vent the negative emotions accumulated on the battlefield.
Well, the prostitutes have been miserable and happy these past two days. Although they earn a lot of silver deer, they walk with their legs crossed and their waists crossed.
The nearly 2,000 captives of the Bolton family were dispersed and collected into about 1,500, and the remaining 500 were directly employed as mining laborers, and they were released after working for five years.
However, judging from the current average lifespan of miners in Shitie Town, there should not be many left in five years.
This time, among the thousand infantry led by Xion, there were at least about 300 Bolton soldiers.
With the help of the new manpower brought by Xion, the progress of the remaining cleanup work has been greatly accelerated.
Five days later, there were basically no corpses visible outside the Dreadfort. The damaged parts of the castle gate were repaired and a new gate was installed. However, the charred marks on the wall were difficult to remove in a short time.
"Ramsay, while Sam is staying in the Dreadfort to recuperate, I would like you to teach him how to develop an undercover agent and gain access to special channels.
From now on, he will take over these dark and dirty things, you just need to stand under the light and be a good lord!"
Under the new gate of the Dreadfort, Robb rode on his horse and explained to Ramsay who was seeing them off.
"Of course, everything goes as you wish, Lord Robb!"
When Ramsay heard this, a smile appeared on his lips and he replied.
"Sam, take good care of yourself and study hard!"
Robb nodded, spoke to Sam next to him, and then shouted an order,
"Let's go back to Winterfell!"
Ouch!
Knowing that Xue Feng was about to go home, he raised his head and roared.
The mighty teams in the Dreadfort began to return, first the cavalry team, and then the many prisoners of the Dreadfort being escorted.
After them, there was a long procession of trophy carriages guarded and transported by infantry teams.
It took the long queue more than half an hour to finally get out of the Dreadfort.
Seeing that his family's foundation over the years was gradually moving away from the Dreadfort, and knowing that there were only a few resources left in the castle to maintain basic operations, Ramsay's smile gradually faded, and he thought about how he would rule the territory in the future.
"Lord Ramsay, you have to be responsible for the revitalization of the Dreadfort, and you also have to teach the stupid me. I'll have a hard time in the future!"
Sam, who still had the linen bandage on his face, saw Ramsay's contemplative expression and spoke with a hint of ridicule in a sincere tone.
"Master Sam, you're welcome! I still need more help from you in the future.
After all, the five hundred soldiers in the Dreadfort are all from Winterfell, and they only obey your orders!"
When Ramsay heard this, he was not angry, but instead asked for help in a calm tone.
"You are joking, they are the guards of the Dreadfort, and they only obey your orders, Lord Earl!"
"Haha, you are right!"
"Ha ha!"
The two of them laughed heartily as they talked, but there was no smile in either of their eyes.