The blood nearly stained the nearby coastline red.
So Saxon pirates fell to their knees, begging desperately, but in response, the Britons coldly cut their throats with sharp blades.
Slaughter!
A bloody massacre!
Just like what the Saxon pirates did back then, filled with hatred, the pursuing British Legion slaughtered nearly two to three thousand Saxon stragglers. In the end, the coastline was filled with enemy corpses, with only less than a few hundred forced to surrender by the newly arrived Kvito.
Since the Saxons began their invasion, the native Britons had lost nearly half of their population.
This was a deep-seated blood feud.
This was one of the battlefields of the massacre years ago.
"Dammit!"
"Get ready for punishnt. This battle was fought in vain!" Kvito was full of regret.
However, at this mont, he had no way to harshly punish the Briton warriors who, after slaughtering the enemy, knelt by the sea and wept uncontrollably. So of them even cut their hair and scarred their faces, using their own blood to mourn their deceased relatives, letting out heart-wrenching roars towards the sea.
They had finally avenged themselves!
Years ago, by this coastline, the Saxons massacred their relatives. They kept fleeing but were driven back by the waves, and Briton corpses were scattered along the coastline. Briton blood dyed the waves and tides red.
Today, blood for blood, tooth for tooth!
Amidst the piles of corpses on the coastline, the Chief Centurion, Sain, pulled his sword from the chest of a Saxon pirate. Leading the other centurions, he knelt before Kvito, eyes red, head lowered, hands holding the sword, and offered it to Kvito, his voice hoarse, "My Lord."
"Use my head as an explanation to the Governor!"
"It was my order!"
There had to be an explanation for all this.
Because the Governor had strictly forbidden the slaughter of prisoners, not even for vengeance, not even if the Saxons had done the sa to them years ago, because the British Legion was not a group of ferocious beasts lost in killing.
Pa!
Kvito’s face turned livid with anger as he raised the whip and lashed fiercely at the Chief Centurion’s face, splitting the skin and causing blood to flow.
"Bastard!"
"Bind them all!"
Kvito kicked away the short sword from his hand, turned around, and said coldly, "Tie them all up for , and deal with it when I return from seeing the Governor."
Sain, who had blood streaming from his face due to the whip, looked up in shock, then respectfully knelt on the ground.
Kvito was forcing a way to protect them.
This blatant violation of military orders ant Kvito also faced severe punishnt. As for them, they would likely be demoted entirely, and saving their lives would be fortunate enough.
The British Legion had just been reorganized, and Kvito had vowed to maintain strict discipline, and then such an incident occurred.
It seed that Kvito’s position would have to be adjusted downwards.
This was the influence of the tis; in the era of the Middle Ages, blood vengeance was sotis above the law.
Once the army loosens its restraints, it becos a terrifying beast devouring everything in its path.
No surprise there.
The next day, Kvito was hung under the flagpole for an entire day and night, and when brought down, he was beaten with several dozen military sticks, unable to even stand, carried back by his personal guard on a stretcher.
Since he wanted to protect his n and consolidate their morale, Duncan let him have his way this ti.
But never again.
If it happens again, Duncan could only grit his teeth and take Kvito’s head.
On the other side.
The Barbarian Foreign Legion led by Galavin surged forward triumphantly, perhaps due to the massacre incident. The Saxons elsewhere were terrified, with so abandoning their territory’s defenses to find Galavin’s Barbarian Foreign Legion to surrender to.
Because the Fifth Legion led by Galavin included many Germanic barbarians, originating from the sa bloodline ant they wouldn’t be dealt with harshly.
This was a case of losing at one end and gaining at the other. After the coastal massacre, the Barbarian Foreign Legion unexpectedly recruited several thousand n.
Three armies.
The Barbarian Foreign Legion led by Galavin was the first to reach Hadrian’s Wall. He imdiately stationed the Foreign Legion on Hadrian’s Wall to defend against barbarian invasions from Scotland.
A stunning turn of fortune!
By picking up the pieces along the way, Galavin suddenly beca the most powerful military leader.
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