The servant soldiers were slave soldiers, Cons knew, but wasn't this Geralt afraid of these prisoners' rebellion?

Their number is more than that of their own team.

Cons signaled Geralt to explain, and Geralt quickly answered.

"Sir, let's talk about the situation of the Feimu Banner Allied Powers. The Feimu Banner Allied Powers is more of an alliance united by many independent forces than a country.

"This country has no unified government, currency, taxation, officials, nor a unified army. Foreign combat is generally led by several of the most powerful herdsmen's flag workers, and they take action with them.

"And in normal government affairs and military affairs, each herdsman flag is responsible for its own affairs. In other words, a herdsman flag can be regarded as an independent country.

"All the herds and flags in the Feimu Banner League implement a slave-owner-like flag owner system. The flag owner is the owner of the herds and flags. Everything on and off the banner, including all the flag citizens, is his private property and can be disposed of at will.

"To put it bluntly, except for the banner owner and the relatives of the banner owner, the other banner people are slaves.

"These flag citizens have no personal freedom. When two herds and flags fight, the victor can annex, sell, or kill all the flag citizens of the losers, while the flag citizens of the losers cannot and will not resist."

When Geralt said this, his eyes glanced at Cons with a strange look.

Cons was a little unbelievable.

"What do you mean is that these banner people have no idea of ​​swearing to be loyal to the banner owner?"

"Absolutely not!"

Geralt nodded affirmatively.

"Because they have enough of the banner owner's property and have no consciousness. Unless the bannerman has received great kindness from the banner owner or has been promoted to an officer above the tenth throne, he will swear allegiance to the banner owner to death."

Cons nodded in a sudden realization.

"No wonder I lost my fighting spirit immediately when I heard that their young master died."

Hearing this, Oak immediately clapped his hands, a little annoyed.

"If I had known this, the cavalry squadron should have intercepted them from the back. I'm afraid that they would have captured them all, right?"

The other team leaders must have looked annoyed.

If you know that the Muqi soldiers are so unbearable, you should arrest a few more. Then you will be able to distribute the merits equally, which is a great contribution.

Seeing that the team leaders began to accuse Geralt of why he didn't remind him earlier, Cons smiled.

"Okay, don't worry. When I heard the news about the millions of cavalry, who would have thought that we would win? Besides, there were only two or three hundred people who escaped.

"Ock, take a few people to deal with the prisoners. If they want to become our servants, they will take them to the logistics soldiers to help us speed up our evacuation.

"Also, those Muqi soldiers who are intact and can still be rescued, just save them, and forget about those who are seriously injured."

After everyone knew the character of the Muqi soldier, they did not resist Cons' order. One more servant soldier would be more manpower.

Oak received the order and took Weijie away.

Geralt saw Oak leaving, his eyes were a little anxious, but Cons asked the captains to report the losses, so he had to sigh.

"Sir, the First Cavalry Squadron, three people were killed, twenty-five people were injured, and no disability."

Speaking of this, Geralt, the cavalry captain, had a little red face.

Although his squadron suffered the least casualties, the results were also the least.

I rushed in just about to end the battle. Although I could not calculate the results of killing the enemy late at night, I also knew that there were only dozens of people in the entire cavalry squadron who drew their swords and slashed people. That night was amazing, just about a dozen military achievements.

"Sir, the Second Infantry Squadron, thirty-four people were killed, ninety-one was injured, and seven were disabled. Five of them were killed in battle."

"Sir, the Third Infantry Squadron, forty-five people were killed, eighty people were injured, and thirteen people were disabled. Among them, the second squad leader was killed in battle, and six sergeant commanders were killed in battle."

The two infantry squadrons reported a painful expression.

These two squadrons rushed to the front line, almost all of them were injured. The two squadrons combined lost the combat effectiveness of four squads, and one squad leader died in battle, causing huge losses.

"Sir, the Fourth Archer Squadron, forty-three people were killed, fifty-two people were injured, fifteen people were disabled. Four of the sergeant were killed in battle."

The team leader looked sad, and he had no two sergeant commanders under his command.

"Sir, the Fifth Archer Squadron, thirty-two people were killed, forty-three people were injured, twelve people were disabled, and three were killed in the sergeant."

The team leader had a tense face.

Although it was the least loss among the four frontline combat squadrons, the combat effectiveness of two squadrons was over.

The casualties of the two bow and arrow squadrons were mostly caused by the commander's order to throw the torch. Otherwise, the sky would be dark and the people like him stood on a high place, so how could he have such a huge loss?

Geralt blushed even more when he heard these numbers.

Comparing the losses of his squadron, he felt embarrassed to look at these four colleagues.

Cons sighed.

"One hundred and fifty-seven people were killed, two hundred and ninety-one people were injured, and forty-seven people were disabled. Our fifth brigade lost two-thirds of its combat power."

All the squad leaders lowered their heads sadly.

"I inform the logistics soldiers that they must be free to carry the disabled brothers. The bodies of the fallen brothers will be cremated on the spot. We will take their ashes back to their families."

Cons hesitated when he said this.

"Take off the heads of the dead enemy soldiers and marinate them with lime."

The captain who originally wanted to remind him immediately cheered and obeyed the order respectfully.

Although it seems a bit cruel to take away the enemy soldiers' heads, there is nothing we can do about it.

This is the case with confirmation of military merits. Without evidence, it will not be recognized by the empire.

These heads are evidence to prove your achievements and ensure that you can be promoted!

You can throw anything away, you must not throw this one!

After this battle, the squad leader truly admired Cons, the second lieutenant who managed logistics.

Cons killed the enemy himself and killed two commanders with his own hands!

The commanders of the Muqi Allied Powers are not as good as those who climb up with their bloodlines like those of the commanders of Ten Thousand Powers. They are all warriors with extraordinary martial arts. This logistics lieutenant is really powerful enough to kill them.

When the team leader finished reporting, Oak, who was ordered to deal with the prisoners, came to the hundreds of prisoners with Weijie and several logistics soldiers.

Looking at these strong men who were as well-behaved as sheep under the guard of the cavalry squadron, Oak felt a burst of contempt in his heart.

No wonder those herds and banner owners regard them as private property. Look at their appearance as slaves, who will they oppress?

But this is also good, at least there are more people who can use it.

Oak, a butler, was not timid in the face of hundreds of people, but instead looked arrogant and shouted in a clear throat.

"Listen to you damn prisoners! My chief, Lord Cons Rarenter, was merciful this time, and decided to let you go, the lowly lives, and take you as servants!

"Remember! Your master will be Lord Cons Rarente from now on! Under the order of Lord Cons Rarente, even if you face your tribe, you must raise your weapons to serve you!"

Seeing that these prisoners had no reaction, Oak couldn't help but frown and said to the people beside him, "Let them be together in a group of ten people, and then bring them to the back to carry supplies."

Those logistics soldiers were a little hesitant.

There are nearly a thousand prisoners below, just these few of them go there?

What should I do if I eat it raw by them!

Wei Jie, who knew the habits of these prisoners, immediately ran to the prisoners and shouted with great power.

"You, you, you, and you, line up, hurry up, don't be too slow!"

He is usually commanded by others all day long, but now he can finally command people, of course he looks proud.

The logistics soldiers saw that Wei Jie was not only safe and sound when they ran into the prisoners, but also shouted, and the prisoners lined up obediently without any resistance at all. They couldn't help but run down immediately.

They also want to taste the taste of being a superior.

Geralt, who had just finished the report, rushed over and saw that the prisoners below had been sorted out, and couldn't help but ask a cavalry captain who was monitoring the prisoners next to him.

"The prisoners have confirmed their masters?"

"What's the confirmation of the master?"

The team leader looked puzzled.

"Do they know who they should be loyal to?" Geralt asked anxiously.

The captain nodded and replied with a "so that's it" expression on his face.

"Oh, it turns out it's this. The guard of Chief Cons just now told them that their master was Chief Cons."

"Well, I'm so late!"

Geralt stomped his feet and said in annoyance that when he saw him like this, the other cavalry team captains came to ask what was going on. Geralt answered excitedly.

"You don't know that although these guys are stupid, their long-term slave teachings make them only obey their master's orders. Now the words of the guard have taken them all over the place for Chief Cons!

"I really regret not coming soon! Otherwise I could have taken a few servants! Why are the personal guards so clever? They actually know how to recruit them in the name of Chief Cons? Instead of using the name of the brigade?"

"Hey, that guard is the guard of Chief Cons. Of course, he has thought about everything for Lord Cons. What do you want these prisoners to do? Sell them for money? Lord Cons is not a person who likes to eat alone. After these prisoners are sold, we will also have a portion of them."

The team leaders all smiled and joked at Geralt. They didn't understand why Geralt was so excited.

Geralt sighed.
To be continued...