Robb nodded and told him: "Xion, take the heads of these sixteen enemies and tie them to the horse together with the bodies of the three sacrificed soldiers. We will bring them back to Winterfell."
"Okay, I'll do it right now!"
Xion agreed and immediately turned around to ask someone to do something.
"Wait, Theon."
Hearing Robb's shout, Theon turned to look at him with confusion.
"Thanks!"
Robb whispered to him with a smile.
Hearing this, Xion raised the corners of his mouth, waved his hand gracefully, and then turned around to do his work.
Robb looked at Theon's back and thought about how to conquer him completely in the future.
Xion is not a bad person by nature, has certain military capabilities, and can lead a team in small-scale combat.
Moreover, his combat prowess is at the upper-middle level in Westeros, and his archery skills are particularly outstanding.
Over the years, he, Robb, and others grew up together, receiving the same education as Eddard, and actually developed some family ties.
Moreover, Theon has always been close to Robb and has always regarded him as a brother.
In the original play, before Theon was bewitched by his biological father Balon and sister Yara to attack Winterfell, he once thought about writing a letter to remind Robb.
It's just that Xion's character is hesitant and his will is not strong enough. Therefore, he is easily influenced by others and becomes a loser.
If Robb can really subdue him now and make him serve him wholeheartedly, he will definitely be considered a capable general in the future.
"Jon, go and check the luggage on the horses over there."
Robb, who was well aware of the character traits of the people around him, gave Jon the task of cleaning up the loot.
Jon nodded expressionlessly, and without saying a word, he walked towards the group of horses tied to a small tree in the col by Dick and others.
"You are very good, Robb. You were able to make correct tactical arrangements when you led the team for the first time, and won the victory with relatively small losses."
Captain Jory, wearing mail armor stained red with blood, praised Robb as soon as he walked up to him.
This long-distance pursuit was entirely directed by Robb alone. In the first half of the night, Robb arranged for the scout cavalry in front to discover Dick and others who were camping and resting based on the traces.
However, Robb and others were already tired at that time. Therefore, he did not attack rashly. Instead, he ate, drank and rested until dawn before launching a surprise attack.
Of course, this group of elite cavalry in Winterfell usually eat a lot of fruits, meat, and animal offal. Therefore, they basically do not have the night blindness that is common among civilians in this era.
Objective factors such as the longer endurance of northern war horses compared to southern war horses are also quite important.
"Captain Qiao Li deserves the award. In fact, even if the three of us are not around, your team can easily annihilate this group of enemies."
Facing the captain of the personal guard who had followed Eddard for nearly twenty years, Robb maintained a respectful and humble attitude.
"Haha, when your parents got married, I said during the wedding ceremony, 'The son you two will give birth to will definitely be great.'"
"hehe!"
Listening to Jory talk about the past, Robb, who had nothing to do, smiled apologetically, but his mind recalled the scene where he had just obtained the blood bond point.
When Robb killed Dick, in his field of vision, a red mist as thick as a thumb rose from Dick's body and disappeared into his body in an instant.
At that time, he suddenly felt a steady stream of power coming up from his body.
[Blood Contract Point +5]
In fact, this battle allowed Robb to gain a total of 7 Blood Pact points.
However, when he broke through the defensive formation and killed the first soldier, the battle was so fierce that Robb had no time to check the prompt message that flashed before his eyes.
Currently, his total blood bond points are 7 points.
During the pursuit yesterday, the portable dry food he ate did not allow Robb to gain one blood bond point per day.
He speculated that it may be because the portable dry food is too simple and does not contain rich nutrients.
After a while, Theon and Jon completed their tasks one after another and came back to report to Robb.
Jon speculated that Dick and others must have looted more than just Donglin Village, because he counted and found a total of twenty-seven golden dragons, more than a thousand silver deer and a large bag of copper coins.
There are also seventeen fine northern war horses, and two large bags of precious medicinal herbs and wild goods.
Such a large amount of wealth is not something that a Donglin village can gather together.
After resting for about ten minutes, Robb gave an order, and the cavalry of Winterfell skillfully controlled the horses and trophies and began to return.
There was no rush march on the way back. First, the horses were already quite tired, and second, the extra horses and trophies were a drag.
In about half a day, Robb and his party arrived at the intersection of Bairen River and Linwen River.
"Xion, let everyone eat and rest, and wipe the blood on your body."
Seeing that the view here is wide and there is also a water source, Robb took the lead and ordered to Theon next to him.
Xion nodded, then rode back, shouting loudly along the cavalry line to dismount and rest.
"Jon, please take one person to the front to investigate the situation. I will send people to rotate in a moment."
After receiving Robb's order, Jon nodded and tilted his head towards a familiar cavalryman in the team, and the two of them rode forward to investigate.
This time he led the troops independently, and the military tactics that his father Eddard had always talked about in Robb's mind gradually turned into practical applications.
Robb did not ask the cavalry to dismount in a swarm to rest and clean themselves. Instead, he asked them to rotate in batches to prepare for possible cavalry surprise attacks.
Ta-ta-ta!
After Robb and others simply wiped the coagulated blood on their bodies and ate dry food, Jon and the others quickly rode back.
"Robb, there is a group of cavalry ahead, carrying the flag of House Bolton's Skinners."
As soon as he got close, Jon immediately reported the situation.
"The Bolton family...are they planning to attack you?"
When Robb heard this, he touched the stubble on his chin, thought for a moment and asked.
"No, they ride very slowly. It feels like we usually go out for an outing."
"Okay, I understand. Jon, you two take a rest while the others organize their teams and prepare to fight at any time."
After Robb gave the order, the cavalrymen began to quickly arrange their mail armor, then mounted their horses in preparation for battle.
After a while, a cavalry team appeared in Robb's field of vision. After riding to a certain distance, their team stopped moving forward.
One of the cavalrymen, carrying the flag of the Skinned Man, approached Robb's cavalry.
After some exchanges, Robb learned that they were a team led by Ramsay Snow, the illegitimate son of Roose Bolton, and their purpose was to pursue the defecting soldiers who had sacked two villages.
After the cavalry learned Robb's identity, they saluted respectfully and rode back to report.
A few minutes later, Ramsay, with a bright smile and black hair and eyes, came to Robb with two followers and two hounds.
"Dear Lord Stark, Ramsay Snow from House Bolton sends you my heartfelt greetings."
"Lord Ramsay, I think they are the defecting soldiers you are chasing, right?"
Facing the character who was extremely disgusted in his heart, Robb smiled and pointed at the head on the horse behind him.
"Yes, that's them. They are so lucky to die in Lord Stark's hands!"
"Lucky?"
"Yes, I really hope they can unfortunately fall into my hands."
"They massacred a village in our territory, and now I want to use these heads to go back and deliver a message to my father.
Take your people and return to your Bolton family!"
After briefly chatting for a few words, looking at Ramsay who was smiling but with a dangerous light in his eyes, Robb frowned and said, not wanting to continue the entanglement.
"Yes, yes! I follow your order. Please bring my regards to Lord Ed."
When Ramsay heard this, he smiled slightly.
Then he nodded and bowed in reply, and returned with his entourage and hunting dogs.
"Lord Ramsay, you don't need to be so respectful to this 'little Lord Stark', right? After all, our Bolton family is loyal to his father."
After Ramsay and others turned to leave, a short, fat and ugly follower beside him spoke.
"Erin, we are a group of hunting dogs. We must show the most faithful appearance in front of our master.
The eldest son of the Duke of the North, tsk tsk, what an enviable status."
A sinister smile appeared at the corner of Ramsay's mouth, his eyes moved, and he said in a sinister voice,
"Okay, that guy Dick died very lucky, and I'm very unhappy. Now, let's find a place to have some fun and vent."