Suleiman didn't say anything about this to ease the tense situation between the two. He just turned his horse's head and ordered to Rosso beside him:
"Collect these Ironborn armors, weapons and everything else that can be used."
"Yes, sir." Rosso responded respectfully, leading the knights to clean up the battlefield silently and efficiently. Ironborn's body and the half-dead Ironborn were dragged and gathered into a shallow pit dug for burning.
Their chainmail, leather armor, helmets, battle axes, and long swords were roughly stripped off. These trophies were piled up into a hill. Most of them were rough, with the rust of sea water and the gaps left after the battle. Although they were seriously broken, they were still excellent equipment that could be used in battle.
After the count was completed, Rosso quickly walked to Suleiman and reported, "Suleiman, the count is complete."
"Fifty-two military weapons of various types, 43 sets of armor of various types, a small amount of food and a large amount of property they looted from Riverlands were seized."
Suleiman looked past the pile of trophies and looked into the distance. At the end of the skyline, a wisp of smoke became increasingly clear in the dusk. That was Ironborn's original goal, the unknown village.
He ordered the knights around him. His voice was not loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly. "Give all weapons, armor, food and property."
"Send a team to take all these things to the villages ahead."
"Tell the villagers that Ironborn's next wave of revenge may come at any time."
"Master Lymond. Lychester of House Lychester gave them weapons, armor, food and property, and asked them to leave the village immediately and hide in the forest to the west."
"May Seven protect them and keep them alive."
The knights did not raise any questions and immediately started to act. They were accustomed to obeying Suleiman's orders. Lord Suleiman never made mistakes, as if he was always right. Their trust in Suleiman has exceeded their common sense judgment.
Bags of loot were scattered and loaded onto the horses, and the orders were quickly executed by the knights, who galloped towards the village.
Tytos. Blackwood sighed lightly, mounted his horse and rode up to Suleiman, looking at the young man's calm profile.
Although I don't know how Suleiman does it, he is simply a natural commander. His ghost-like marching tactics and his subordinates' tactics are both soft and hard, which always makes the soldiers die for him. He has a natural leadership temperament, a magic power that makes people follow him willingly.
The only thing is that his murderous intent is too strong.
Tytos. Blackwood lowered his voice, and the objection in his tone was undisguised. "Suleiman, I must know the reason why you did this."
"Every time a wave of Ironborn is eliminated, you distribute their weapons and armor, food, gold and silver, and everything we can't take away to the civilians."
"You claim it gives them the power to protect themselves."
He pointed with his riding crop at the vast Riverlands plain.
"But these civilians who have taken up arms, will they really use these weapons and equipment to protect themselves?"
"The vast majority of them will become gangsters! Robbers! They will not use it to protect themselves! They will only use it to rob their neighbors!"
"With these things in them, they will create much more chaos than they kill Ironborn."
Upon hearing Tytos's question, Suleiman's expression did not change at all. He turned his head and looked at the worried Black Crow:
"They need to have the right to defend themselves and live, Lord Tytos, with their own hands."
"Besides, you made a fundamental mistake."
"You see chaos as a problem that needs to be solved, and it seems to me that chaos is our most powerful weapon right now."
He stretched out his hand and pointed to the vast Riverlands plain.
"Ironborn is like a pack of wolves, hunting on the land of Riverlands. Therefore, we need to turn this land into a dark forest that is hostile to wolves and active."
"What will these villagers do when they get weapons? Protect themselves or become bandits, I don't care."
"But no matter what they do, they will make a sound, they will leave a trace, and they will make the land come alive."
"They will become countless moving baits. Any Ironborn army that enters this area will inevitably be attracted and delayed by these chaos."
"We need chaos, Lord Blackwood."
Tytos. Blackwood stared blankly at the young man talking in front of him. He commanded calmly and commanded his subordinates well. He had a natural leadership temperament, but his heart was colder than the North's cold wind. He realized that Suleiman didn't care what would happen to those villagers.
"This will ruin Riverlands." Tytos said solemnly.
"Riverlands has been destroyed." Suleiman looked past Tytos, looking at the knights rushing back from the distance, and ignored Tytos Blackwood.
The knight sent to the village returned, and behind him was an old man with gray hair, who seemed to be the village chief or elder.
The old man was wearing patched linen clothes, his face was covered with wrinkles, and every wrinkle was filled with dirt and sorrow.
He limped up to Suleiman and Tytos. Blackwood, and knelt down timidly:
". Noble nobles. Are you here to save us?"
The old man's voice was hoarse and dry, full of humble prayers.
Suleiman helped the old man up and said at the same time, "Take the weapons and armor given to you by Master Lymond. Lychester, take your villagers, leave the village, and hide in the forest."
"Ironborn's large army will come soon, and the village cannot be saved."
The old man was stunned, his face full of confusion and fear. "Leave the village? Sir... Our home, our fields..."'
Suleiman interrupted him, his words were gentle but made the old man feel cold, as if he was stating an established fact. "You no longer have a home."
"Either take weapons and go to the forest to find a way out, or stay and wait for Ironborn to come and turn your house into charcoal."
The old man trembled. He raised his head and glanced at Suleiman, then quickly lowered his head. He saw the fully armed knights and Ironborn's body on the ground. He knew that the noble man in front of him was right, and Ironborn's revenge would definitely come soon.
Fear finally conquered everything. He kowtowed and his voice trembled. "We all listen to your Majesty."
Suleiman nodded. "Very good."
"Take the things back and distribute them to the men in the village. Tell them to protect their property and their women."
Tytos. Blackwood has nothing to say. From a purely military or political perspective, Suleiman's strategy is impeccable and it is necessary to win a war at any cost.
Suleiman looked at the silent Tytos and Blackwood. In fact, there was a more important purpose. If West Riverlands did not decline, how could East Riverlands replace West Riverlands's position? Therefore, the situation must be made as chaotic as possible.
The night was thick, the air was mixed with the aroma of barbecue, the campfire was crackling, and sparks were flying, reflecting the relaxed and sleeping faces around them.
Suleiman Master said to let them rest peacefully, there will be no enemies coming, then there will be no enemies, Master has never made a mistake.
Maron. Greyjoy was roughly dragged out of the temporary cage by two knights and pushed him down in front of Suleiman. His knees hit the gravel and he groaned in pain, but he did not dare to make a louder sound.
He raised his head, trying to make his eyes look sincere and harmless, but his voice was trembling. "."
"Sir, I am the son of Maron. Greyjoy, King Balon."
Suleiman sat on a simple wooden pier and looked at him quietly without speaking. This silence frightened Maron more than any roar.
He could only add eagerly, "My father will pay a ransom for me, a large sum of Gold Dragon. You can negotiate as much as you want."
Suleiman still didn't speak. He just tapped his knees lightly with his fingers to exert negotiation pressure. The rhythmic tapping sound seemed to be counting down Maron's life.
Maron. Greyjoy's heart sank, and the uneasiness overwhelmed him like a tide. "Sir! As long as you are willing to send me back Pyke! My father will not only pay the ransom! He will also reward you with a castle! A piece of land!"
He threw out the biggest temptation he could think of, which was wealth that Ironborn couldn't refuse.
"Hahaha."
"What did this sea monster say?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding Riverlands knights burst into harsh laughter. They had never seen such a stupid negative proposal. C
A bearded horseman mocked. "Send you back to Pyke?"
"If we escort you back, can you still leave that ghost place alive?"
The jazzmen laughed one after another, and each sound was like a whip hitting Maron's face.
Suleiman raised his hand, and the laughter of the knights stopped abruptly. Maron. Greyjoy froze on the spot, staring at this shocking scene with wide eyes. He thought about it carefully, but he still didn't know who this young man was and how he could have such abilities.
He stood up slowly and continued to scare Maron. Greyjoy. His figure was stretched very long under the firelight, and the shadow almost swallowed Maron. Greyjoy whole. An invisible sense of oppression almost suffocated Maron. Greyjoy.
Maron's voice became louder and louder, like the last struggle of a drowning person. "My father really loves me!!"
"In our family! He protects me the most! I am his most beloved son!"
He tried to use family affection to prove his worth, which was his last trump card.
However, for a time traveler, Suleiman knew what kind of person his father was better than he did. He walked slowly to Maron and looked down at him condescendingly. The firelight danced in his eyes, but there was no trace of warmth.
Suleiman's voice was calm, as if he was discussing a fact. "Your father would not give a single Gold Dragon to you."
"Balon. Greyjoy, I won't pay me anything for you."
Maron. Greyjoy looked up sharply, his face full of disbelief, and then shock. How did the person in front of him know who he was?
"A surrendered son, he would rather you die among the enemies than bring back a shame."
"He will only think that you have tarnished Greyjoy's surname, and will only hope that you die a simpler death."
Looking at Maron. Greyjoy's default expression, Raymun. Darry and Tytos. Blackwood had shocked expressions on their faces. They exchanged confused looks, why could Suleiman be so sure.
Balon. Greyjoy's stubbornness and pride are well known to Seven Kingdoms, but this kind of precise analysis of his innermost thoughts, and even the judgment that he doesn't even need his son, is by no means as simple as hearsay.
Maron. Greyjoy I felt that all the blood in my body had solidified, and a chill rushed from the soles of my feet to Tianling Gai. Who the hell is this person!
The young man in front of him has seen through everything. He knows that his father will not pay any price for him, so what will happen to him...
It was over, everything was over, he didn't dare to think about it anymore.
Maron. Greyjoy still wanted to make a final defense, but his voice was dry and weak. "Sir, I don't know who you heard this from.
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"But my father, he really is.
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"He really loves you deeply?" Suleiman finished the second half of the sentence for him, the sarcasm in his tone became even stronger.
He did not dwell on this topic anymore, but squatted down and looked level with Maron. Greyjoy. Those deep eyes seemed to be able to penetrate. "But don't be too desperate."
Suleiman suddenly smiled, and that smile made Maron. Greyjoy feel more frightened than ever before.
"Your value does not lie in this."