"I declare that these deserters will lose their family members, Sir Schwab's right to plow oxen, and will be driven out of Mark." Schwab announced, and the soldiers around him made a surprised voice, and did not expect that the punishment was so severe that the deserters' behavior even affected their families. You must know that the serfs who had lost their land and the protection of the nobles would wander around alone in the continent of Dias, which was covered with robbers and poor, and their fate was often very miserable. When Schwab's announcement, the deserters were finally born crying, and they regretted their escape.

"Let's start." Several soldiers stepped forward, took off the armor of the deserters, and then exposed their shirts. The executioner covered their eyes with cloth, then pointed them at the neck of the first deserter, swung the sword from behind. With a blunt sound, the deserter's head fell to the ground, and blood was sprayed out from the cavity of the lost head, and then fell to the ground. The deserter next to him heard the sound, but he didn't know when it would be his turn. He was so scared that he trembled all over his body, and a smelly liquid flowed out from his legs, but he didn't have to worry that the executioner's sword would soon be placed on his neck.

The entire execution process was shocked by the entire army in full view of the soldiers. Ordinary nobles rarely used such strict means, because the lack of manpower made them very worried about the soldiers' resistance.

"Sir, you are too strict, the soldiers will not be able to stand it." Liugudi suggested with a frown, and Schwab didn't think so, because he knew how to inspire morale.

"The cavalry who fought with Sir Koro until the end came forward." After watching the execution process, Schwab called several cavalrymen who had been with Sir Koro to come forward.

"Sir." The scarred cavalrymen looked timidly at the nobles who had executed the soldiers in front of them without changing their expressions.

"Your very brave battles have allowed us to see what warriors are. I decided to reward you." Schwab said to the brave cavalry with a smile. The soldiers around him looked curiously, not knowing how Schwab would reward them. "Your family will receive a reward of three years of tax exemption, and you will each receive a hundred silver offices."

"Wow, what a hundred silver store."

“That’s so generous.”

"So lucky." The soldiers around were surprised when they heard this. It was their duty to fight for the nobles, but they didn't hear that they would receive rewards. There were so many rewards, not to mention that their families could not pay taxes for three years. As long as they worked hard, the whole family could live a prosperous life after three years of gain.

"Sir, thank you very much." The brave cavalrymen were moved to tears. They did not expect that their bravery would receive such a generous reward.

"Remember, as long as you fight bravely in the Mark Legion, you will receive a generous reward. I, Sir Schwab, will not treat the Warriors unfairly." Schwab said loudly immediately.

"Oh, long live, long live." The excited soldiers blushed. They held up the weapons in their hands and cheered. Koro, Liugudi and others beside Schwab looked at the scene in amazement.

"Sir, you are really amazing." Coro said happily with a slap in his thigh.

"Okay, the soldiers let us get rid of the Ruveds in the jungle first." Schwab pulled out his sword and pointed obliquely into the forest where the Ruveds were defending.

"Wow, kill." The soldiers who were motivated, screamed and raised their spears and rushed into the forest without the command of the officer. What is the people of Ruvid? It is still more terrifying to the Lord. Of course, the Lord's reward is also very generous.

Roddy in the forest didn't know what was going on. They couldn't stand in the forest, waiting for the Southerners to come in. They were confident that they would smash the skulls of the Southerners in melee, let their blood pay tribute to the battle axe in their hands, and gain the favor of the God of Odin amid their howlings.

"What happened outside?" Roddy heard the screams and shouts of the southerners coming from outside. I don't know what's going on. Are the southerners performing some witchcraft?

"Sir, the enemy is coming in." A warrior Ruvid pointed his battle axe, and saw many spearmen rushing in with their spears, roaring in. They shouted loudly while rushing.

"What are they shouting?" Roddy listened in confusion, but it was too far at first. When the enemy ran to only fifty steps, he finally heard it clearly. The spearmen shouted, "One hundred, one hundred, what's going on? Is this a spell from the southerners?"

"Sir, they are here." Roddy's men reminded.

"Prepare for war, everyone prepares for fighting. If victory is made, let us drink honey wine. If we die, let us meet in the temple of God Odin. Valkyrie will lead our souls." Roddy encouraged his subordinates' morale, then lifted up the battle axe and rushed towards the spearmen. His subordinates also shouted roughly, raised the battle axe and rushed out. The two highly morale troops fought together in the dense forest in an instant.

Roddy shouted and saw a spearman rushing towards him. The spearman began to see an extremely tall Ruvid man in chain armor rushing towards him. The exquisite chain armor could tell at a glance that it was owned by a noble person. The spearman was a little stunned, and suddenly a look of enthusiasm burst out in his eyes. He excitedly raised his spear and stabbed Roddy from top to bottom. Roddy quickly dodged sideways and swung the battle axe at the spear. The battle axe hit the spear. The spearman quickly took a few steps back and attacked again.

But Roddy, who was good at fighting, did not give him this opportunity. He stepped into the range of the spear attack, grabbed the spear with one hand, and slashed the axe hard into the sprite's chest with the other. The axe tore the sprite's leather armor with the strong wind. Before the spearman could scream, Roddy raised the axe and slashed it repeatedly, and blood spurted out Roddy, but Roddy didn't care at all. Until the spearman fell softly, his chest was already in a mess. Roddy roared loudly to the sky, like a demon in hell.

"Ah, kill." Roddy's fierce look did not seem to scare the other party. Another spearman rushed towards him with fanaticism. Roddy held the other party's spear in surprise.
Chapter completed!