Manda wants women, not generals.


    That means Roma can''t go out in military uniform.


    But all she carried with her was military uniform, and Cyrus had to find her a long skirt.


    Dijala threw two maids in the barracks. They had long skirts, but the size was too different from Roma.


    Fortunately, a maid skillfully changed Roma into a long skirt with two long skirts and Cyrus'' cloak.


    The soldiers in the camp had already surrendered. Manda was slaughtering at the speed of a hundred hourglass people. After some hasty dressing up, Cyrus quickly sent Roma to Manda.


    Although she is strong, Roma''s facial features are exquisite. She is really beautiful.


    She came to Manda out of her wits and couldn''t help sobbing under Manda''s gaze.


    Manda looked cold and said, "don''t cry, hold it back."


    Roma tried hard and didn''t hold it back.


    The lioness came forward and twisted it under her waist. She held it back.


    No one knows what magical power this is. It works well for both Moira and Roma.


    Manda was worried about Roma''s Jedi counterattack, but now Roma surrendered and the battle was completely over.


    It''s time to deal with the prisoners of war.


    Manda looked at Cyrus in the twinkling of an eye and then at dijala.


    He knew dijiala. When he was a big government official in Miaoyin City, this guy served as the financial officer. They had a lot of contacts.


    "Treasurer, long time no see." Manda came forward and patted dijala''s face.


    "Chief administrative officer, you''ve always been nice." dijala responded awkwardly.


    Manda smiled and said, "is it an insult to call me a big administrator now?"


    Dijala shook her head and said, "I just want to recall the original friendship."


    "We had a friendship? You admit it?" Manda laughed. "Is this a betrayal of sheltai?"


    "Of course not. Our friendship has nothing to do with loyalty..."


    Manda frowned and said, "if you are so loyal, I will kill you. I can''t leave a loyal and intelligent man with my enemy."


    "In fact, I don''t know how to express..." dijiala''s clothes were soaked with sweat and kept emitting white smoke in the cold wind.


    "If you don''t make it clear, I won''t be polite." Manda gave the soldier a look, and the magic soldier raised his knife behind dijala.


    Dijiala was frightened and said, "Marquis Claude, whatever you say, I will promise you whatever you say!"


    Manda nodded and said, "well, you shout, sheltai is a pig!"


    Dijala looked at the soldiers around him and Cyrus around him. He knew that if sheltai knew it, he would kill him.


    But now he''s more afraid of Manda. It''s more important to survive now than anything.


    "Sheltai, it''s a pig."


    "I can''t hear you!" Manda shook her head.


    "Sheltai, it''s a pig!"


    "Speak up!"


    "Sheltai is a pig!"


    "In other words, you are a pig, and sheltai is also a pig!"


    "I am a pig, and sheltai is also a pig!"


    "Repeat twenty times!"


    Dijara repeated this sentence loudly in front of all the soldiers: "I am a pig, and sheltai is also a pig!"


    In all the laughter, dijala repeated it twenty times.


    Manda turned to Viscount Cyrus and said with a smile, "now it''s your turn."


    Cyrus trembled and said, "Lord Marquis, you can do whatever you want me to do. I have given my daughter to you. It is my favorite daughter. She is more precious to me than anything. I gave her to you. I beg you to let me go..."


    Lao Tzu cried, and Manda sneered, "didn''t you say she was the biggest misfortune in your life?"


    "Well, it was just angry words for a while. I never thought so. I swear to the gods, I never thought so."


    Manda frowned. Dijara was disgusting, but he found that the old lord was more disgusting than dijara.


    "He''s a pig," Manda said, pointing to dijara. "You''re not even a pig."


    "Yes, I''m not even as good as a pig."


    Manda then said, "in your life, the only achievement and the greatest luck is to have your daughter. She is beautiful, intelligent, able to fight and is a good girl in thousands of miles. You are so incompetent and unbearable, but the gods love you so much."


    Roma''s body was trembling slightly. She wanted to cry again. Roma twisted her again and held her back hard.


    Viscount Cyrus nodded, "Sir, you can let me say anything, as long as you forgive me."


    Manda shook her head. "I can''t forgive you. She''s the only one who can forgive you."


    Manda left the fate of Cyrus to Roma.


    Roma looked at Cyrus numbly, and Cyrus felt cold.


    Roma gestures: why do you do this to me?


    Cyrus quickly explained, "I am your father. Without me, there would be no you. Don''t you understand? Everything I do is for this family."


    This explanation did not seem to satisfy Roma, and Cyrus thought of dijala next to him.


    "I know that this fool is a pig. He has made you suffer a lot of grievances, but there is no way. He is a close Minister of sheltai. He can save your brother and the family. All my grievances are for the family, and I hate him very much. Really! But if we offend him, our family will be over. For our family, we can only choose to sacrifice, even if we do so I would not hesitate to sacrifice my own life... "


    Roma nodded and brought two knives.


    One to his father and the other to dijala.


    She gestured to the lioness.


    The lioness smiled and turned her face to them: "only one of you can leave alive. Look who has this ability. Viscount Cyrus, Roma''s father, didn''t you say you can sacrifice your life for this family? Don''t lay a heavy hand on Lord dijiala. If he dies, your family will be over. All the witnesses present are witnesses!"


    Dijala took the knife, looked at Cyrus and rushed up without hesitation.


    He doesn''t know how to use a knife, and his actions seem very funny, but he is very confident. He believes Cyrus can''t fight back.


    "You can die at ease!" dijala wanted to cut Cyrus'' neck. Cyrus tried to avoid him from hitting his shoulder.


    Dijiala stabbed Cyrus on the shoulder again. "I promise I will save your son and ensure that he will inherit your title. I will let the Archduke bury you. You are a hero who died in war. You are..."


    Cyrus flashed a few knives and cut off dijala''s right hand.


    Although he is poor, he has fought at least, and his skill is much better than that of a literary minister.


    Cyrus said he would sacrifice for his family, which was true, but there was still half a sentence left unsaid, that is, the person who sacrificed could not be himself.


    In the scream of dijiala, Cyrus cut dijiala''s left hand, stabbed him in the chest for more than ten times, pierced his cheek, and finally cut his throat.


    He thought it would make Roma breathe, but Roma didn''t feel angry, but she felt more sad.


    She cut off dijala''s head, put a rope through it, hung it around Cyrus''s neck, turned and nodded to Manda.


    Count what you''ve said, and Manda will let him go.


    But Manda has a request. He must repeat the same sentence all the way: "I''m not even as good as a pig."


    Manda released an officer and two soldiers and asked them to escort Dijia back to Miaoyin city to report. The remaining soldiers were escorted to parrot city to do hard work.


    Along the way, Roma followed Manda, lowered her head and dared not speak.


    The temporarily mended long skirt was already very tight and broke halfway. Roma was worried about revealing the key parts and covered the East and West with her hands.


    The lioness came up to her and whispered, "don''t you wear an inner skirt?"


    Roma made a difficult gesture with one hand: the skirt was too tight to put on the inner skirt.


    The lioness couldn''t help laughing: "no wonder Manda likes you so much. You''re a lovely person. Sleep with me tonight."


    Standing on the highest tower of brittle rock mountain, Manda looked into the distance. The land in the due south was much better than that in the southwest, and the vast fields were enviable.


    Manda really wants it. He once had it, but he knows how hard it is.


    Due south is too vast, there are too few barriers to stick to, and the sheltai family has too much power and too deep foundation.


    Bucken and sheltai are too strong. Manda needs to wait for an opportunity for a collision between the two strongest forces in the kingdom.


    Manda wrapped her cloak tightly and said to Ziegler, "the new year is coming. Call your wife."


    Ziegler was delighted: "thank you for your generosity, my Lord."


    The lioness pointed to the trembling Roma and said, "go back and say something. Your beauty is freezing to death and will soon be seen out." (end of Volume IV)