The flames are still burning, and the scene has a weird atmosphere.
"You!" Suleiman said slowly, "Everyone, get up!"
The soldiers stood up one after another, standing under the firelight with burning eyes.
Their eyes focused on Suleiman, who was only sixteen years old but tall and tall and dressed in an aristocratic black robe.
The scene where the Black Lion monster frightens them, but kneels at the feet of Suleiman.
Just like the legend of Westeros, it is deeply engraved in their minds.
And it's different from market legends! Gods above! They are witnesses! They are participants in this legend!
In the eyes of the soldiers, the figure of Suleiman at this time was no different from a god.
Even though that weird creature seems to be full of blasphemy against Seven! But that doesn't matter!
Suleiman is a little embarrassed. For him, if he wasn't acting, he could perform very well.
But once he is asked to act, his movements and body language will become stiff.
"Lushen! Roslyn! Soldiers!" Suleiman raised his fisted right hand "Clean the battlefield! Count the casualties!"
"Yes!" Lushen, Roslyn's voices were hoarse from the previous roar. "Yes!"
Everyone dispersed.
"Click! Click!"
A sound of bones rubbing against each other came from the woodland on the side.
Bronn limped out quietly. His face and body were covered with mud and blood, and some places were stained with black dye.
Every time he took a step, the bones in his body made sounds as if in protest.
"Put it in the account!" Bronn grinned and walked up to Suleiman. "I have added a lot of color to your family!"
"How did you do that?" Suleiman glanced at him in shock.
Bronn did not look at him, but stood side by side with him and looked at the battlefield being cleaned:
"You're in luck! I caught two lions!"
"Maybe they're brothers! But that doesn't matter!"
"I killed one! Skinned him!"
"Oh! It's so painful to move around in that damn leather!!"
"By the way! Two lions have to be reckoned with! I killed one for you!"
"You have to know that lions are rare animals in today's Westeros!"
"Some big shots want it! Hang it in the castle as a hunting record!"
Although he did not contribute to catching the lion, it was all the credit of the twenty people assigned to him by Suleiman, but that is not important!
"You seem to be very experienced?" Suleiman turned to look at him, and he admitted that he was very curious about these things.
Bronn shrugged and spoke slowly:
"Hey! I heard such a story at Dorne!"
"A newborn baby of a noble family strangled to death a poisonous snake that had been placed in his crib to kill him!"
"Stormlands A nine-year-old noble boy single-handedly killed a dozen robbers!"
"A teenage aristocratic child from the North lived in Coldwinter Wasteland for several months! Finally, he was escorted back home by a white bear!"
"Behind all the legends, the people are afraid, the enemies are fearful, and the rule of the nobles and priests is more stable."
"Wait until I become a noble! I want to say that my parents are two wolves! Wolf cubs who grew up drinking wolf milk!! Ha!"
Suleiman couldn't help laughing and patted him on the shoulder, "Wolf cub? Don't say that! With your slovenly appearance, you really look like him!"
"Tonight is the night of the full moon! Are you interested in howling?"
Bronn ignored him, turned around and left, leaving his back behind, waving his hand. "Don't forget to keep accounts!"
Suleiman was bored and looked at the soldiers who were cleaning up the battlefield.
I almost forgot one more thing.
He waved his hand to signal the gathering.
Soon, the team was assembled by Roslyn and Lushen.
The air is filled with the smell of blood, coke, sweat and even the aroma of barbecue...
"Roslyn!" Suleiman shouted while looking at the assembled troops.
Roslyn heard the sound and came out. His clothes and armor were stained with blood, and his face turned pale because he knew what happened.
He walked up to Suleiman, knelt down on one knee, and hung his head deeply.
"Master Suleiman! Roslyn is guilty!" Roslyn's voice was deep and heavy. "The right wing was separated! It almost caused a disaster for the master! It caused some Wildlings to successfully escape!"
The soldiers behind him lowered their heads one after another, their faces full of guilt and uneasiness.
Although Suleiman knew that the cause of the matter was indeed that the baggage at the rear was robbed.
Where the soldiers' net worth lies.
Sometimes you may perform well, or perform to a high level, but the damn thing is that people in your same position perform better.
The contrast is too strong!
"I won't punish you!" Suleiman glanced at the soldiers behind him.
Every soldier who was looked at bowed his head deeply.
"The soldiers lack discipline! It means the commander has no leadership!" Suleiman's voice was cold. "So I won't punish you!"
"Your commander made a mistake! What do you think?" The soldiers bowed their heads and remained silent, and the atmosphere was depressing.
Roslyn treats them very well, and they don't want Master Suleiman to punish Roslyn.
The whole place was silent, no one spoke.
Roslyn straightened his waist suddenly, untied the simple armor on his upper body with both hands, and then took off the inner lining.
He was naked from the waist up, revealing a back full of new scars.
Seized the cane from Lushen.
"Come up! One whip for each!" Roslyn roared, "Enforce military law!"
He knew that he had indeed committed a serious crime and had ruined Master Suleiman's important affairs.
If the right wing had not been separated, Master Suleiman could even cut off the head of the most powerful tribal leader Mountains of the Moon.
His Suleiman master could have been more successful, but he ruined everything.
He thought that when Wildlings rushed into the battle and the team was separated, he kept roaring but failed to regroup the team. He even thought of drawing his sword and committing suicide.
I just thought of being ashamed of Master Suleiman! So I rushed towards Wildlings! I wanted to fight Wildlings to death! But I didn't expect Black Lion to appear!
"What are you waiting for!!" Roslyn roared, "Come forward!!!"
Lushen looked at Suleiman and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Roslyn.
The soldiers were finally awakened by the roar.
A young soldier stepped forward and raised the cane in his hand tremblingly.
He pulled it up gently, tears streaming down his face.
"Do it again!!!" Roslyn roared again. "Harder!!"
The young soldier waved his whip again and there was a crisp sound!
"Give me a try again!!!!!" Roslyn looked back and glared.
"Pa!" The young soldier finally swung down hard, and a bloody streak instantly opened on his skin.
With tears streaming down his face, he collapsed and retreated.
Suleiman was a little silent. He did want to punish Roslyn, but definitely not in such a cruel way.
If more than a hundred people can be whipped one by one, how can a person be okay? But it's hard for him to stop it now.
The soldiers gritted their teeth and stepped forward one after another.
The whip fell with a whistling sound and blood drops, leaving behind a series of shallow or deep scars.
Suleiman looked at Lushen, signaling him to give up the steps, but this stupid ass had no flexibility.
He just wiped his red eyes blindly.
Damn you! Suleiman suddenly missed Bronn who just ran into the forest.
Sometimes you can't just be loyal, it seems you have to have some brains...
Roslyn soldiers show no mercy to anyone, because once someone shows mercy.
Roslyn stared back at him with blood-red eyes, angrily demanding another crack of the whip!
When Roslyn finished taking the last soldier, Roslyn's back was already bloody and bloody.
But he still knelt straight and upright, like a High Mountains.
The former image of a farmer is gone forever.
He knows that Master Suleiman will not punish him severely!
So he has to choose the most painful way.
He wants to cause the deepest pain!
Keep all this deeply in your mind!