Dragon, choose cultural victory to make money

For Sir Willy, the humiliation of being captured was even greater than the defeat on the battlefield.

According to tradition, there is a series of fixed procedures after the nobles are captured.

First of all, they cannot be treated like ordinary prisoners, tied to a stick with ropes and driven away in a line.

They must be given a horse. The noble status requires them to maintain dignity at all times. Even if they are captured, they should ride on a horse and cannot stay with ordinary prisoners.

The place of detention must ensure clean and comfortable conditions. He must have his own room and be provided with high-quality meals every day. There must be no abuse, and his reasonable requests must be met.

Finally, he can wait patiently for the terms to be negotiated and the ransom to be paid, and then he can regain his freedom.

This has always been the case with nobles in wars. No matter how fierce the fighting is, the death rate of nobles is usually not too high.

After all, asking for a ransom is always a more cost-effective approach. Not only can you get more property, but you also avoid making mortal enemies and causing your own people to be directly executed after being captured.

Therefore, the biggest loss of being captured is nothing more than financial loss and great humiliation.

The shame of being captured is very harmful to a noble. Once captured, the experience will basically accompany him in social situations for the rest of his life.

But it's better than death.

Therefore, when Sir Willy tried to escape in vain, saw that there was no hope of saving his face, and was betrayed by other deserters, he chose to lie down completely.

He walked out of the warehouse with his hands behind his back. Although he was only wearing the lining of his armor, it did not affect his elegant and majestic demeanor.

He walked slowly to the search team and said, "Gentlemen, congratulations, you have captured me, Sir Willy. Now, please bring a horse."

At the same time, the warriors in the North were all stunned.

What kind of number is this?
They had seen all the prisoners of war who had been captured for an entire afternoon and night, some begging for mercy, some pretending to be dead, some selling out their teammates, some trying to bribe, and some resisting stubbornly.

This was the first time that someone had given them orders in such a grand manner.

Who are the prisoners of war?

"Report! Squad leader, what does this mean?" The rifleman asked the squad leader with a puzzled look.

The soldiers in this squad are all relatively young, around eighteen or nineteen years old. Only the squad leader is a senior "veteran" who has participated in the suppression of bandits in the northern border and is twenty-five years old.

So if you have any questions, ask the class monitor.

"He said he wanted a horse, a noble one." The squad leader was not surprised.

"Oh, then shall we give him a horse?"

The squad leader turned around and looked at the rifleman as if he was a fool. "Just give it to him if he wants it? Go up in the balloon! He said he's a knight. A high-value target."

The warriors reacted immediately, pinning Sir Willy to the ground and tying him up, then tied a few magic balloons to him.

At this moment, Sir Willy finally panicked.

"What are you doing? You can't do this to me, I'm a noble! I'm Sir Willy! This is against the rules!" He struggled frantically on the ground.

"Rules?" The squad leader laughed. "Your rules are exactly what we want to overturn."

After saying that, he installed the teleportation rune on the chest of Sir Willy who was already floating up.

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When Sir Willy regained consciousness, he had come to a large open space. The Waterdeep City, whose outline he could only see from afar before, was now right in front of him.

He found himself floating in mid-air and slowly descending. Surrounding him were many former coalition soldiers, who were also tied to balloons.

The people on the ground should be those from Waterdeep, using long poles to hook the balloons and pull them down.

Sir Willy realized that he was not only taken prisoner, but was being transported like cargo.

What a shame!
The North and Drogo are not only against the House of Sutton, but against the entire continent!
Madman! Traitor! Stupid beast!
Sir Willy cursed in his heart without realizing that as the loser of the two warring parties, belittling his opponent was actually doubly belittling himself.

After being dragged to the ground, the registration of prisoner information began.

Just like the previous process, Willy's status as a knight did not bring him any preferential treatment.

The extraordinary people were transported back by balloons, mainly to prevent them from escaping, and to separate them from ordinary prisoners of war, in order to avoid uncontrollable conflicts among the prisoners of war.

This group of soldiers from different regions are both good at fighting and have low quality, so it is normal for conflicts to occur between them.

It’s okay for ordinary people to fight in groups, but when extraordinary people fight ordinary people, it is easy to cause unnecessary casualties.

Everyone in the prisoner-of-war camp is the "reserve" of the Northern Army, but they lack a little bit of education.

And so, Sir Willy, was imprisoned in a prisoner-of-war camp.

He had no separate room and no servants to serve him. It was the worst treatment he had ever experienced.

Twenty people sleep in a large dormitory in one room, and three meals a day are served at regular times without any choice.

There is also forced labor.

They actually forced a noble to work?
Working on the assembly line, working in the mines, operating a sewing machine, or helping to herd cattle and sheep on the ranch are probably jobs of this kind, ten hours a day, six days a week.

Sir Willy thought this was a humiliation in various forms. According to the code of conduct for the nobility, there were many kinds of labor that they were not allowed to do, and for them, those were considered a disgrace to their status.

What made him even more angry was that many people in the prisoner-of-war camp were working very actively.

Because they can accumulate points by working, and when the points meet the requirements, they can regain their freedom.

You can choose to go home, or find a job to make a living in Waterdeep or the North.

The POW camps also provided job placement services.

It was like a devil tempting him.

Want to be free?
Then abandon your noble status and work hard.

And if you don't work, you won't have food to eat.

So Sir Willy could only paddle while working to show his lack of firmness.

However, if you are caught slacking off, your activity time will be deducted.

Every moment of life in the prisoner-of-war camp was planned.

Get up at six in the morning, take half an hour to wash and have breakfast, and then be transported to the work site, from seven to twelve, a total of five hours of morning work.

One-hour lunch break, continue working from 1:00 to 6:00, one-hour dinner time, and then two hours of ideological education class.

Ideological education class?
How could there be such a ridiculous class?

Only during the class period can extraordinary prisoners of war and ordinary prisoners of war come into contact with each other.

The first hour was spent in a small class, teaching those who couldn’t read to read.

Sir Willy always believed that the captured peasant soldiers were incapable of learning such complex knowledge as they were born to farm.

However, after a few days, everyone in the class actually learned a lot of words.

Although he was reluctant to admit it, the reality seemed to be true. There was nothing inherently noble about the nobles; they just occupied the vast majority of resources.

The last hour of the class was held in the square, with thousands of people listening at the same time, and it was a real ideological education class. In Sir Willy's opinion, that part of the content was simply spreading the most evil ideas.

Those so-called teachers actually said that the nobles were vampires who oppressed the common people, that they were parasites of society, and that they were the biggest obstacle to progress.

fallacy!

The nobles are obviously indispensable leaders. Only under the leadership of the nobles can the group of fools do their job well.

The nobles, who play the most critical and indispensable role, should also enjoy the most resources.

What’s annoying is that those original coalition soldiers were actually convinced by the North’s twisted logic.

When recruiting officers from the Northern Legion showed up at the POW camp, recruitment went particularly smoothly.

Groups of prisoners of war signed up eagerly, wanting to become new recruits of the Northern Legion and go to the North for training.

traitor!

Can you betray the person you are loyal to just for a little bit of benefit?

They are indeed just fools without any stance, belief or oath.

Just allowing them to eat meat twice a week and paying them monthly salaries can make them betray easily.

After spending nearly half a month in the prisoner-of-war camp, Sir Willy finally could no longer tolerate the situation going on like this.

As a respectable nobleman, he had to stand up and refute these ridiculous theories spread in the prisoner-of-war camp.

The time is set for tonight, during the ideological education class.

Stand up and refute that so-called teacher directly.

Of course, if it had not come from him, it would have been disgraceful for nobles to debate with commoners.

He has to stand up ≠ he stands up personally.

Sir Willy chose a knight squire, a person with a delicate status between nobility and commoner.

The arguments for the debate were naturally provided by him.

As night fell, thousands of people gathered in the square.

The number of people is much less than last week. Many people have chosen to join the Northern Legion and have already boarded the train to the north.

The rest are those who are still hesitating, or those who don't want to continue fighting and just want to live a stable life, waiting to accumulate enough points to regain their freedom.

And the nobles, the most stubborn diehards.

As soon as the evening class began, the knight squire commanded by Sir Willy stood up and shouted loudly using a loudspeaker spell.

"You are brainwashing us! You are asking us to join the enemy camp and betray the Lord!"

"Oh, a favor?"

The teachers on the podium were not surprised by this sudden disruption. They had already made many contingency plans for this kind of situation. It was rather strange that someone caused trouble two weeks later.

It seems that those nobles are not as stubborn as they appear.

The teacher smiled and asked, "What favor has your lord done for you?"

"My lord gave my family land to farm!" the squire said, stiffening his neck.

Perhaps because of the corporate culture of the Zhuoge Group, these teachers all speak in a sarcastic tone.

"Really? Then is there a possibility that the land was already there, and your lord first seized it. He obviously didn't need to farm the land, but he took most of your harvest."

The attendant stammered, unable to speak, and glanced at Sir Willy out of the corner of his eye.

Willy gestured to him to change the subject.

After receiving the instruction, the squire said again: "The lord gave me the opportunity to become a knight's squire. It's like a parent to me!"

The teacher responded without hesitation, "Oh, your 'parents' are really biased. Their children are destined to be nobles from birth, but you only get the opportunity to become a retainer, and you think it is a gift? How are your biological parents doing? Do your benefactors have an average relationship with your biological parents?"

Having said this, the attendant seemed to have a vision of his hometown, where his parents worked hard all year round without any rest, but even so, they still could not live a good life.

It seems that what the teacher said makes sense.

No, he must not let the lord down. This is his code of conduct as a knight's squire.

"But you chose to attack the royal family and bring war!"

"Note that it was the royal family that started the war, not us," the teacher replied, "and I have a question for you. You accepted the call to attack the North. Have the people of the North ever harmed you?"

The attendant was in a dilemma again. After a long pause, he finally said, "For the benefit of the Kingdom of Sutton!"

"Oh, so it's the interests of the Kingdom of Sutton. Then the question is, what of the interests of the Kingdom of Sutton was given to you?"

After these words were spoken, the attendant was completely speechless.

It is not difficult to tell from his struggling expression that he is engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.

After struggling for a long time, he spoke again, "Then, what can we get if we follow the North to counterattack the royal family?"

Hearing this, Sir Willy almost stood up excitedly and wanted to interrupt the squire's speech.

It was definitely a brainwashing spell, which caused the originally loyal followers to have thoughts of betrayal in such a short period of time.

In the face of the struggling question from the retainer, the teacher answered easily: "If you want to learn our philosophy, please listen to our lessons carefully. But what I can promise is that we will take back all the lands that were forcibly occupied by the nobles."

"Then can I become a warrior in the North?"

"Of course, of course..."

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"So do we really need to provide such good treatment to prisoners of war?"

In the Lord's Mansion of Waterdeep, Figosin asked in confusion.

The task of dealing with prisoners of war has slowed down their pace in taking over Fort Delon to a certain extent.

In her opinion, it was not worth it.

"Treat the prisoners well..."

"Treat the prisoners well. Yes, treat them well. I know. You have said it many times. I mean, why?"

In addition to food, clothing and shelter, the prisoner-of-war camp also provided weekly movie screenings, the opportunity to surf the Internet, and even planned to hold a sports meeting for the prisoners.

Drogo raised his head. "The effect is quite good. More and more people in the prisoner-of-war camp sign up to join the Northern Army every day."

"But there's no need to do that. They will join us. Our treatment is much better than what those lords offer. Moreover, many of them were captured men and have no sense of identity with the coalition. They may even hate the coalition more than we do."

"Another reason is for people to see. There are cameras everywhere in the prisoner-of-war camps. These are all valuable video materials. On a larger scale, this is also part of what distinguishes us from the Old Kingdom. Our differences are not only in what we say, but also in what we do. On a smaller scale, it can prove that we keep our word and treat prisoners well. In future battles, the enemy will be more inclined to surrender rather than fight to the death."

Drogo said confidently: "Believe me, when we reach Dronberg, we won't have to go all over the mountains to capture prisoners." (End of this chapter)