After defeating the opponent's entire front line, Hardy knew that his side would win this war.
He asked Abner to take 3,000 players and march directly to the rear of the eastern front according to the information provided by Prince Harmans.
If successful...this ridiculous war will be over within fifteen days.
A big win.
Even if the raid is not successful, it can still force the opponent to retreat or even retreat.
Also a victory.
As for Tiao Tiao and Ibuprofen, they led their men to guard the nearly 40,000 prisoners of war.
Fortunately, the opponent's logistics troops were also taken care of and a large amount of food was seized.
Otherwise, these people are really difficult to raise.
Tiao Tiao turned on the live broadcast, looked at the prisoners in the depression, and said with a smile: "Old fellows, 40,000 prisoners of war, we have made a big fortune this time, and I don't know that Hadi will reward us. How much.”
There was a burst of speculation in the live broadcast room.
Ibuprofen was not far away and started live broadcast, saying similar words.
There are a large number of netizens watching both live broadcast rooms.
And Hadi was in the tent, chatting with three prisoners.
Suotu looked at Hadi and asked: "Your Excellency, how do you manage so many undead people. They are unruly and can easily rebel."
"It's very simple, use the undead to control the undead." Hardy chuckled: "Let them manage themselves. I only need to take care of the most important leaders."
"This is indeed a good idea." Suotu nodded repeatedly.
I think Hardy is really a genius.
But in fact, this is just an appearance.
Hardy does let players manage players, but the problem is that what Hardy does is recognized by the players.
He does not bully civilians, works hard to manage the territory, strictly enforces laws, and provides a relatively good living environment for all NPCs in the territory.
Such a lord, from the perspective of the feudal era, is already at the level of a ‘good guy’.
The players also expressed their understanding, recognized Hardy's identity, and were willing to accept his employment.
But other people...especially the nobles who love to insult ordinary people from time to time, are unlikely to receive this kind of treatment.
The young prince looked at Hadi with envy and jealousy in his eyes.
He hesitated for a while and asked: "Sir Hardy, I heard that you are a nightmare knight?"
"Yes."
"How to activate the nightmare saddle?" he asked.
“You have one too?”
“The royal family does have a saddle.”
The Nightmare Saddle is rare, but it is not out of print.
Generally speaking, each country has three or four.
After all, many nightmare knights died in the several battles between humans and demons, and then the nightmare saddles wandered into the human world.
Hardy said: "It's really not difficult. You only need to have strong mental power, or your soul fluctuation can arouse the interest of nightmares."
"Is it that simple?" Ha The crown prince of Mance had a face full of disbelief.
Hardy shook his head: "It is indeed very simple."
In fact, it is still the same saying, it is difficult for those who don't know it, but it is not difficult for those who know it.
As long as your mental strength is up to standard, you can do whatever you want.
If your mental strength is not up to par, unless the nightmare likes you, nothing will work.
"Your Highness, if you are willing to use the Nightmare Saddle as a ransom, I can exempt you personally and ten thousand soldiers from the ransom." Hardy said suddenly.
The prince of Harmans, the eldest prince, took a deep breath subconsciously, and then said: "Can you have more."
"Forget it." Hardy shook his head.
The Nightmare Saddle is valuable, but also very worthless.
It depends on whether you can activate it, or whether the contracted nightmare is strong or not, your own potential, etc.
If it's like Hardy, it's so valuable.
If it's the kind of pony contracted with Xixi, it's not worth much.
"Let me think for two days, okay?"
Hardy nodded. Next, Hardy asked people to stay where they were.
The soldiers he brought with him were not many, more than 5,000 in total, and 3,000 were left to carry out sneak attack missions.
Now he only has more than 2,000 people in his hands, and he has to guard nearly 40,000 prisoners. It is impossible to attack again.
Seeing that the war outside the city was settled, Lloyd George, the lord of Umberto City, came out with dozens of personal guards.
He looked at Suotu and the others with anger in his eyes, but he did not pounce on them and fight the three of them desperately.
Because George knew that these three people were Hardy's prisoners of war and the latter's 'property', and he was not qualified to deal with them.
"Sir Hardy, have you absorbed that arm?"
George looked at Hardy, and he felt a familiar pressure on him, just like his grandfather who had been dead for many years.
Hardy nodded.
He was silent for a long time, his eyes full of envy.
Actually, George was not very sincere when he gave away the blue dragon arm.
Because that thing has no effect on their family.
His grandfather did absorb the blue dragon arm, but when his grandfather died, the body turned into fly ash, and the blue dragon arm reappeared.
And his grandfather’s life span was very short. He died before he was thirty-two years old.
Not from disease, but from overheating of the blood.
This thing is actually a curse to their family.
"Sir Hardy, can you come out and have a chat." George whispered.
Hardy looked at the three people in the tent, nodded, and walked out.
The two of them walked farther away from the tent.
Then George looked at Hardy and said: "Sir, how is the effect of the blue dragon arm?"
"It's okay." Hardy said with a smile: "Although it's not as good as I imagined. So powerful, but it is indeed effective."
When George heard this, he was even more envious, and then he said: "Sir Hardy, let's make a deal."
"What deal?"
"I don't need much, just give me three thousand prisoners." George looked a little heartbroken, but in the end he gritted his teeth and said, "I can give the other blue dragon arm Just give it to you."
Hardy was a little surprised: "You still have the blue dragon's organs?"
"Only the last arm is left."
Ha. Dee rubbed her chin in thought.
In fact, he has already agreed in his heart, but when it comes to trading, he can't agree too quickly.
He thought for a while and said: "How about two thousand soldiers? I have promised Hamans' people that as long as they pay enough ransom, I will let them all go back. Three thousand is too much. I’m afraid they’ll have opinions.”
"They are just prisoners of war, how dare they have opinions."
Hardy smiled: "But they give money."
Lloyd George took a deep breath and said: "Then two thousand people."
"Deal!" Hardy smiled happily.
Prisoners of war are of great use.
It can be used as a labor force.
After being tamed, it can also be recruited into soldiers.
And if you are cruel, you can even treat them as 'war exploits'.
It depends on what your needs are.
Looking at George's retreating back, Hardy smiled.
This Lloyd George should be lying.
There should be other parts of the blue dragon in their home.
But Hardy is not the kind of person who takes things by force... The George family is not the kind of powerful family, and there will always be times when others need help.
By then, Hardy felt that he could just take action again.
Slowly trade out all the blue dragon parts in George's house.
As expected... war is a good time to make a fortune.
Hardy narrowed his eyes. (End of this chapter)