"As for... he... himself... was busy proofreading casualties... no time... to care about such idiots..." explained the Black Magician. "Take away... everyone you want to... take away... others..."

"What will happen to other people?" Damon stared at the other person.

"I don't... know..." The black magician replied. "But... won't... kill them...at most... just as slaves..."

In fact, even if it is a war between humans, the fate of those who become prisoners is quite tragic. The ideal situation is to be temporarily imprisoned and released after the war is over - but this kind of good fortune is completely hard to come by, and only noble prisoners who come from wealthy families who can pay ransoms can enjoy it (it is too rare to release people if they don’t have a ransom). In this case, nobles are waiting to pay the ransom in exchange for freedom. If the civilians do not have a state to pay the ransom on their behalf, they can only wait to be killed.

However, there are some situations where prisoners will be sent to mines, farms, etc. If the prisoners include a large number of elderly, weak, women and children, they will be sold out in batches. However, due to the many restrictions on private slavery, these unfortunate people also have a great chance of gaining freedom again in the days to come.

This fate is much better than Damon thought.

"You don't... look at me like this... Actually... I'm the same as the Blood Duke..." The Black Magician continued. "I always... remember... I'm a member of the Bin clan...... The Blood Duke... is the same..."

“Same?”

"The Duke of Blood... Also... I always remember... He was still a human... the days..." Although the black magician's voice was intermittent, there was a different meaning in his words.

...

"The losses are really heavy!" Ashu Rufate said to himself with a wry smile.

Now he has mastered all the losses. Although in the final battle, because of Damon, he took a huge advantage as soon as the war started, all the long-range troops in the main force of the Bin tribe immediately lost their power. In the following battle, the guards of the Wilderness and the skeleton warriors were able to form a pincer attack on the Bin tribe's central troops, and finally, with the support of magic, completely defeated the Bin tribe.

However, the total loss of his entire war from the beginning to the end of the war was very considerable. Although he could make up for some of the losses from the destroyed undead legion through black magic, many undead creatures were chopped and smashed and could not be used again. Especially those banshees - when they were harassing battles with the Bin clan, the banshee played a very great effect, but the banshee was also wiped out in these suicide night attacks.

Things like the dire wolf, banshee, corpse cart, etc. were originally not his, but brought to him by the black magicians. These troops are very useful, but they are extremely difficult to supplement. For the banshee, summoning a banshee requires a black magician to take weeks to prepare before completing relevant magic rituals and summoning these souls that cannot enter the underworld from the cracks between the two worlds. The same is true for the dire wolf. Each dire wolf takes a considerable time to manufacture. Although Carrie has improved these technologies, the efficiency improvement is still limited. This means that without a year or two, he cannot supplement the losses of this war. Not to mention the corpse monsters and corpse ghouls.

The ancient tombs that Sivania could plunder had been visited by him or his subordinates. One corpse monster was destroyed, and most of the corpse ghouls were attracted by him. Even if some lurked in the depths of some jungles, the number was limited and had nothing to do with the overall situation.

But his most dangerous enemy was not the Bin tribe, but the Ryan people. From this point of view, this war with the Bin tribe is a failure even if it wins.

The only problem now is... he didn't know when the Ryans would launch an attack, how many troops would be sent, and who would be appointed as general. But Ashurufat knew that as long as the troops sent by the Ryans were not inferior to the Bin tribe and the commander would not do anything stupid, it would be difficult for him to win. Because in this war, he not only lost a large part of his troops, but also took out his trump card. Now anyone knows the path that was originally occupied by dragons. As long as the Ryans fight and consume steadily, he will have no chance to win.

War is sometimes so simple. Using your own advantages to consume the enemy little by little, it looks clumsy, but in fact it is impeccable. This is like a fighter in the boxing ring. In barehand fighting, if one side is strong but slow in movement, it will slowly approach the opponent and endure the opponent's continuous light hits to try to force the opponent into a dead corner and win with one blow. This method looks stupid, stupid and has no viewability, but the results of actual combat prove that an opponent with a smaller body and a flexible body can hardly fight against this "stupid and stupid" tactic.

Thomas once said that as long as the opponent's troops gather more than five times the power of the opponent and can guarantee logistics, then slowly advance and head-on combat will be a sure victory.

The sound of footsteps from outside interrupted his thoughts. He didn't move at all, but he could still clearly feel someone walking into the tent from outside.

"Duke." His voice was not very familiar, but Ashu Rufate still remembered the other party's name Zod. Of course, even if he couldn't remember the other party's name, Carrie would remind him in time. Carrie emphasized that knowing each subordinate and calling out their name is one of the most basic conditions for a qualified leader. Regarding this ability, Ashu Rufate is still training.

"What's the matter?" Ashu Rufate asked.

"The plan you have set is a bit difficult." Zod replied bluntly. Compared with others, the original members of the rebels were much less afraid of him, and they dared to speak out to him rather than be timid but stopped.

"Is it difficult to deal with the people of the Bin tribe in five days? They no longer have combatants."

"But we have too few people." Zod explained the difficulties below. Originally, the Bin tribe was scattered on the plains near Mir City, building tents or temporary wooden houses. Although Ashu Rufate had controlled various key points and surrounded them, he had not yet controlled them specifically. These civilians were full of fear of vampires and tried every means to hide and escape. It was quite difficult to gather them together and take them away when there was insufficient staff.

It would be much easier if Ashrufa sent his Immortal Legion to deal with the civilians of the Bin tribe. But this was based on his intention to kill all these civilians. Because the Immortal Legion was OK on the battlefield, but there was nothing to do with a slightly more complicated execution. After all, they were just a group of puppets. Even the corpse monsters who were the most flexible and even retained their martial arts skills in their lifetime. Carrie said that these long-dead warriors could recall some of their lives, but their memories were also dim and vague. Under the influence of the black magic, all they knew was that they had to obey the people who awakened them and fight for them. In a word, they might be excellent soldiers who were tireless and did not know how to retreat, but they could not execute complex commands like humans.

"Call Damon and the others to help." Ashu Rufate replied.

"They... are of the same clan after all, and they will definitely not do their best."

"I don't need them to do it, but I believe they can get the word in place." Ash Rufate replied. "Tell those who hide and refuse to submit, five days... I gave them the chance to choose. They can choose to serve me alive or serve me if they die!"

The obvious coldness and ruthlessness in his words was enough to make his spine tremble. While Zod retreated backwards from the tent, several other ears that eavesdropped outside the tent also quietly left.

"Master, that's all." Carrie said proudly in his mind. "You must regard 'rumor' as your weapon, and it can effectively help you solve many problems."

"Is it really OK?" Asu Ruffat asked.

"Well, that's that simple. Your words can be conveyed in this way and spread throughout the plains in a few days. Of course, you can't really stick to the strict time of 'five days'."

Ashrufati nodded. Time is running out, and he must finish everything here as soon as possible. According to the plan he has formulated, he will not continue to occupy the "decisive battle outside the country" between Mir City and Ryan, but will reduce the value of Mir City as an outpost as much as possible and delay the Ryan's march.

Spring has arrived, and in two months it will almost enter summer. In summer, heavy rains (it will be more obvious if it is rainy) occur frequently, and on the other hand, the weather becomes hot. Both will effectively reduce the mobility and continuous combat capabilities of the human army, while the undead legions are almost unaffected. Not to mention the large-scale epidemic diseases that are particularly prone to summer.

As long as the summer is delayed, the war will be dragged to autumn and winter. From head to toe, he will have more than half a year to restore military strength, and at that time he will basically restore the losses of this war with the Bin tribe.

However, Ashu Rufate vaguely felt a huge threat in his heart. The guy who had met him once, named Belar. If that person was commanding the army, then Ashu Rufate's little trick might not be effective at all. Fortunately, he knew that Belar was not a noble who was loyal to the Kingdom of Ryan.

Even in a country like Saint Gene and Casilos, where the royal family is integrated, it was a very rare and amazing event that Saint Gene sent an excellent general like Thomas to the Allies to command the army. In comparison, the relationship between Tiberius and Ryan is far inferior. It is not the turn of Belar, a foreigner, to be the head coach?

"Belal..." Asu Ruffat whispered the name. Neil had already gone to inquire about the news, and it was easy to find out. News should be coming soon.

But if it is really a coincidence or a devil, Beller has really become the commander of Ryan's army... Asu Ruffat tried hard to drive this extra idea out of his mind. He would rather not consider this issue. It would be better to consider something more direct, how to deal with so many people in the Bin clan.

To be honest, although Sivania is sparsely populated, it takes some effort to create such a place and realize Carrie's plan of "dividing and conquering" strategy.

While Asus Rufate was considering the problem, Belar sneezed firmly at a very far away from him.

"Ah!...Who is talking about me?" Berel opened a letter while rubbing his nose. This letter was not those letters of unknown origin, because the envelope was clearly covered with the imperial seal of King Tiberius.
Chapter completed!