Mount and Blade System: Start from Pioneer Lords.

Chapter 400 Dealing with Prisoners
Five hundred ferocious giant bears roared and suddenly jumped down from Debe's army, rushing and attacking the vanguard of the Persian Gulf Empire. One slap could sweep away four or five Persian men in heavy armor. The scimitars that were strong enough to cut through hard wood were like chopping on a piece of tough cowhide. There was no way to resist.

These powerful giant bears have half a palm as big as a burly Persian Gulf man. They don't need any weapons at all. They can smash a person with armor into a pool of rotten meat just by waving their palms.

The two thousand Unsullied who tried to intercept them were beaten back in just fifty breaths and began to flee in all directions. Even though the supervising officers' swords were bent, they were unable to stop them.

This sudden appearance of a group of orcs caught the Persian warriors off guard, and the entire battlefield was instantly divided and became chaotic.

"Ulidar, our warriors have failed!" The guard was somewhat glad that he was not the one stepping onto the battlefield, otherwise he would have to face this group of giant bears that Debe had found from nowhere.

"Where are our Half Moon Warriors? Where are our priests? Are they all dead?!" Uli roared coldly: "Chop these damn giant bears into meat paste first!"

In fact, the situation of the Medusa priests was not very good. When the group of giant beasts rushed into the battlefield, they had already cast spells, but their signature skill, petrification, only made the opponent's body slightly stiff before disappearing into thin air in an instant.

These behemoths have unimaginable elemental resistance!
"Hurry! Escort us back to the boat!" Seeing the other party coming towards them, in just a moment, they hurriedly yelled to the Half Moon Warriors who were guarding them, and hurriedly swam to the back.

Almost at the same time, a clear and loud horn sounded from Sturge Castle, resounding over the southern army and faintly reaching the sea.

"It was Levi who took down Sturge Castle!" Leah waved her little fist fiercely, and couldn't stop smiling on her face.

"Great! He is worthy of being the Dragon Knight of Debe and the pioneer lord of our southern border!" The general of the southern border looked delighted.

He thought he would have to stay here for half a day, but it ended so soon.

"Blow the retreat horn, and we will go back to the castle to defend it!" Leah issued the order, holding the lady's rapier at her waist and leading the personal guard knight to rush towards the castle.

The entire southern border army began to retreat slowly and in an orderly manner. The beast-like bearmen of the Bil tribe left behind waves of demonstrative roars and fell slowly behind.

"Damn it! What about the sword skills that you usually boast about being able to cut off a mammoth's neck? Why are you as weak as a woman now?!" Uli was so angry that he almost vomited blood on the ship. He slashed on the railing with a knife. He wished he could drag all the officers of the vanguard army down and chop them down.

Just five hundred orcs made the nearly ten thousand vanguard troops dare not charge. Even ten thousand pigs were stronger than them!
And Sterch Castle was really breached just as the horned eagle rider said just now!
Uli felt vaguely uneasy, but when he thought of his backup plan, he calmed down and felt that he was thinking too much.

"It seems that your soldiers are weaker than I thought." Next to Uli stood an old man in a purple wizard robe with a pentagram tattooed on his forehead. He was looking at the backs of the hesitant Unsullied and Persian Gulf warriors on the beach and shook his head.

No matter how high one's magic resistance is, there is always a limit. As a legend, he is confident that no one can withstand his magic with their mortal bodies.

Ordinary people can't do it, and those bear people are even worse.

"No, it's not that they are too weak, but that group of bears was really unexpected. My men fought too smoothly in the beginning, so they got used to the petrification support of the Medusa priests. When they met the warriors who were immune to magic, they lost their composure." As a general commanding more than 100,000 people, Uli should not be unable to see this clearly. He frowned and said, "What I really don't understand is that there are obviously 20,000 people defending the city. Even if 5,000 people were sent to prevent old guy Finn from providing support, there are still 15,000 brave warriors. How could the city wall be breached so quickly?"

"Do we need to take action now?" A 2.5-meter-tall sturdy man walked out of the cabin. His naked upper body was covered with dense lip marks, as if he had suffered torture that was unimaginable to ordinary people.

Uli is already a strong man in the Persian Gulf Empire, but compared to the other party, he is like a woman, Xiuzhen.

He glanced at the half-open door and saw several naked women inside, rolling their eyes and their bodies twitching unconsciously.

If these two adults take action now, the situation will definitely be reversed, but war is like playing cards. Whoever plays the biggest card first will be at a disadvantage. The key is that Uli has not even seen the Knight Debelon yet.

If Master Dianlu were to take action now, and the opponent's dragon knight were hiding in the dark, he would be caught off guard.

How to choose? This question lingered in Uli's mind several times in an instant.

All his thoughts eventually turned into a calm face. He had no choice now. If he continued to wait, he would only watch the castle he had taken with great effort being taken back by Debe and more soldiers being stationed there. This was something he could not afford.

"Please, Master Dianlu, Lord Taidar."

……

"If they leave, they won't need me anymore."

Uli looked at the backs of the two people leaving. A light female voice came from behind. Bloody Knife Dal turned around and lowered his eyes when he saw who was coming.

This is a Medusa, with a half veil on her face. It is very light and thin. This degree of veil can just vaguely show her charming and seductive face that even goddesses would be jealous of. Her eyes are full of spring peach blossoms.

Below her snow-white belly button was a snake tail covered with shiny scales, and her body was as soft and white as the white clouds in the sky.

However, no man on the deck dared to look at this woman who was even more beautiful than the beautiful snake. They all avoided the target and looked away.

Because if other Medusas' petrification spells require casting, then this lord is an existence where anyone can be petrified just by looking into her eyes. It is said that even legendary masters cannot withstand the talent bestowed by the gods.

He is the patriarch of the Medusa priests, and the one Uli invited this time... To be more precise, he is the greatest helper who offered to help on his own initiative!
……

If someone had told him yesterday that only a few thousand people could capture the city wall guarded by his elite men, Mulan would have chopped off the other person's head without hesitation. If someone continued to say that it would take less than an ounce hour, Mulan would have laughed at the other person and thrown him to the dogs.

But today, Mulan felt that he had become this person.

The Persian Gulf army, attacked from both sides, became a standard hamburger, with the outer perimeter filled with soldiers from the High Cliff Fort, the inner fort walls stood with garrisoned Derby soldiers, and the square below the walls was densely packed with Unsullied and Persian Gulf men. In addition to guarding against the Derby defenders on the walls, they also had to face the orc warriors in front of them seriously, as these were the real gods of death.

But it was of no use. Even though the Half Moon Warriors resisted with all their might to prove their honor and bravery, they could only end up tragically with their own blood.

Knives flashed, blood splattered, and the soul was making its final cry.

"Stop." A voice came from the crowd, and like Moses parting the Red Sea, the lord walked out in a square step from the wide road that had been made available.

Zamanzi's axe had almost hit the face of the leader of the Golden Scorpion Legion, but upon hearing his boss' words, he stopped his move and displayed his superb martial arts to the fullest.

Just a split second away, Mulan was nearly cut in half alive. The scimitar in his hand had already broken into two pieces and stuck in the gray stone floor beside him, still trembling on its own, as if wailing.

It was not until now that Mulan realized with sadness that they had been surrounded and only a group of defeated soldiers were left. It could be said that they had already been defeated.

Only fifty of the two hundred elite Half Moon Warriors were left, all the Medusa priests were captured, and only six or seven thousand soldiers were left.

The group of griffin knights flying in the sky were chasing the fleeing soldiers. The insulted Debe defenders in front of them on the city wall were staring at them with excited eyes mixed with hatred. The group of burly warriors like iron towers were watching them covetously.

Because the legion commander had been subdued, all the Persian Gulf soldiers chose to stop. It was not that they did not want to fight, but they had lost the courage and meaning. Fighting to the death was brave, but what was wrong with being alive?

The atmosphere on the battlefield froze. The Persian Gulf soldiers nervously gripped their weapons and swallowed their saliva, fearing that the brute men on the opposite side would rush up again.

"Duke Finn, long time no see." Levi put his hands behind his back and greeted the blue-haired man on the wall with a smile: "Fortunately you held on until I came, otherwise I would have to collect your body."

His only impression of the Duke of the East was that he had a daughter, a queen, who was very coquettish.

"Good day, Lord Levi. Thank you very much for your help. After the war, my Hailong family will definitely thank you for your selfless help." After seeing the dragon knight, Feiyin finally breathed a sigh of relief. Her frown relaxed and she showed a long-lost smile again: "Lower the drawbridge and advance slowly."

The defenders rushed out of the city gate, but the Persian Gulf soldiers could only watch, because the legion commander was controlled by the other side, and no one dared to stand up and give orders at this time.

Thus, the two dukes were able to meet.

After a brief reminiscence, the Lord finally turned his attention to the group of warriors in front of him, "What? No one wants to say a few words? No one wants to say anything or beg for mercy?"

He sat down on a throne that was carried here and looked at the group of Persian men calmly.

The soldiers in the Persian Gulf seemed to have their vocal cords cut off and were extremely silent. It was all like a dream, or a beautiful dream that suddenly turned into a nightmare. They really couldn't find anything to say.

As for begging for mercy? The brave Persian Gulf men really don't know how to beg for mercy.

"Are they all dead?" The Lord looked at Duke Finn and told a cold joke: "I remember that we were not fighting against the undead. How come after we won, no one answered when we wanted to ask someone questions?"

Mulan was about to draw the scimitar at his side, but a sharp sword lifted his chin and made him stand up straight.

"Sir Levi, the man in black armor should be their leader." Duke Finn waved his other white-gloved hand, and dozens of fighting knights immediately rushed over and stared at the legion commander. "My guards have dozens of ways to make him reveal any information we want to know."

Mulan sneered at the blood foam. The backbone of a Persian man was nothing compared to that of a two-legged sheep like Debe.

He just took a heavy blow head-on, but it made him feel like his internal organs were churning.

"Your swordsmanship is pretty good. I saw it in front of me. You killed five of my slave soldiers." Levi looked at the exquisite scimitar in his hand again and again. He heard from Kemish that this weapon can be controlled without the hand. It is very powerful and has caused the slave warriors to suffer a lot.

"Damn Debe, are you insulting me?" Mulan asked angrily.

Normally he could easily kill seven or eight of this group of Unsullied, but today, it took him all his strength to kill just five.

"Behave yourself!" Zha Manzi pulled out the cowhide whip from his waist and whipped the other person right on the mouth. Mulan couldn't help but scream in pain.

"What did you put on the whip, you despicable Debbie?!"

With his courage, he would not even bother to cry out even if he was hit by a knife, let alone a whip. However, the whip from the opponent was a piercing pain.

Zha Manzi just looked at him with a sneer, the whip in his hand ready to strike.

At this moment, a burst of crying came from the side. The lord turned his head and saw some soldiers of the Hailong family holding the headless corpse in grief.

The tragic scene instantly made Maisha, who had little experience in the battlefield, cover her mouth and retch, unable to stop the fear and anger on her face.

Levi stared for a while, and a smile suddenly appeared on his calm face.

As if they had sensed their boss's mood, all the orcs quietly tightened their weapons, their eyes went from calm to sharp, and they were ready for the final massacre that was about to unfold.

"Where's Kemish? Come here to me, my lord." The lord clapped his hands in white gloves.

There was a huge commotion among the Persian Gulf troops. They also sensed the strange atmosphere and were prepared for the final battle that was about to take place.

"Don't think too much, I'm just introducing you to someone you know who will be closely related to you later." Levi smiled at the Persian soldiers and signaled them not to be too nervous: "After all, you should feel more at ease if someone familiar with you is dealing with you."

The Persian soldiers felt a little relieved, as they had all heard that there would be a ransom for the Debe captives and that there was an unspoken rule that the captives would not be massacred.

Kemish hurried over and asked respectfully, "My lord, do you have any instructions?

"I remember that your job at Highcliff Castle was to fan the sheep, right?"

(End of this chapter)