Burgess had merely surrendered, but this guy had surrendered and switched sides outright, offering advice on how to screw over Duke Lodun, who had been his master just a minute ago. And from the sound of his voice, it all came out so smoothly without the slightest hesitation, as if he had rehearsed it thousands of times.
After receiving Ronglin's cue, Anrield hurried forward with an expression of gratitude and delight, helping the kneeling soldiers to their feet as though they were not enemies who had fought to the death moments ago, but brothers who had shared hardship and stood together through life and death.
"I will not ask you to help us attack Duke Lodun!" The movingly joyful expression on Anrield's fat face was remarkably vivid. "Your surrender alone is already an immense help to our guilt-ridden hearts. You have helped us reduce so much needless slaughter! How could we possibly bear to make you die for our sake again?"
Seeing Anrield's delighted expression, so moved that he seemed on the verge of tears, and hearing those touching words from his mouth, the defenders were instantly both moved and regretful. If they had known Ronglin's men were completely unlike other pirates, they would have surrendered long ago. They never would have done something as foolish as throwing their lives into war.
The defenders climbed to their feet, deeply moved. Anrield excitedly shook hands with several of them in succession, every bit the good officer who cared for his subordinates. Some of his more perceptive followers quickly came up to help ease the atmosphere, and the previously murderous scene soon became harmonious.
On the distant Lodun Islands, they suddenly noticed the strange situation over there.
"Sir! Look, it seems the defenders over there have surrendered!" The observer ran down from