With the death of Willie, the Green Bamboo Tribe's leader, the remaining matters could be left to the guards and militia led by Tom and David.
At this moment, the value of a force made up of ordinary people became apparent. Their combat strength could not compare to that of knights, but they had the advantage of numbers and could suppress more ordinary people.
Under the soldiers' loud shouts and driving, men, women, old people, and children stumbled out of their thatched huts. Trembling all over, they gathered on the dirt road. Some timid women and children had already begun to cry.
To the people of the Green Bamboo Tribe, they were already lambs awaiting slaughter. Their fate would either be to be killed together or tortured for someone's amusement...
In any case, what awaited them was essentially endless torment and pain.
Taking advantage of this time, Luo Ning took a walk around the tribe.
Most of the houses here were rather dilapidated. Even the home of Knight Willie, the tribe's leader, was only slightly larger. He had neither the ability nor the wealth to build a castle like a noble.
The settlement was not large, and all the houses had basically been built within this palm-sized area. This arrangement made management easier for Willie and was also safer.
After taking a rough look around, Luo Ning returned to the gathering point and had Macken bring Willie's two prisoners before him.
"My lord, spare us! My lord, spare us!"
The moment the two were brought before Luo Ning, they fell to their knees and began begging for mercy. Their attitude was far more like that of defeated men, and they knew how to read the situation much better than Willie.
"I am very merciful. I will not take your lives