The battle lasted less than twenty minutes.


    In order to reduce casualties, 600 mercenaries divided into two echelons, with 10 minutes as the boundary to fight alternately, without giving the Jackal even a breath!


    The time of real hand-to-hand combat in the age of cold weapons will not last as long as in the age of firearms!


    At least until the fighting develops to the strength of pulling the trigger, people''s physical strength is limited, and the time to support high-intensity fighting is also quite limited. Here we have to despise the people who played the guerrilla tactics in ancient times. NIMA, people are running with weak legs. Can you bend your bow and shoot arrows, and cut forward with a knife?


    Do you want to die?


    When the sky is tinged with a red glow, the battle is over.


    The soldiers began to mend the jackals who were still alive, while the mercenaries strung the jackals one by one and sent them back by a team of Greek infantry. In addition to the jackals who gave up their resistance, there are about 50 underage jackals, who are executed one by one after the captives are crushed away!


    Their own casualties were soon counted.


    Forty two mercenaries died, most of them with injuries. There were no casualties among the Greek infantry, and about 40 people were slightly injured. The general''s guard injured two horses and no one was injured. The reason why the casualties are very small is that there are not many weapons in this gathering place of jackals. These jackals, not to mention heavy weapons, don''t even have a short sword!


    During the last attack on Murphy, most of the Jackal''s equipment was concentrated. And after the defeat, even the Jackal will lose his armor! In this way, the jackals in the current territory generally have few weapons to equip. Claws and tusks alone, these beasts can''t do much damage to the Greek infantry.


    A big win makes everyone excited!


    Of course, what makes them more excited is the silver they can get next.


    This victory successfully reversed the contradiction between Murphy and the mercenaries, and transformed it into respect and worship! The mercenaries finally began to understand why the young Lord had such a high reputation in the eyes of the town residents!


    The result of the battle did not come out of Murphy''s expectation, so he was calm and not excited at all.


    However, the expected casualties were even smaller. He found that the jackals did not seem to have any powerful weapons. Today''s World War I, nearly half of the jackals are unarmed!


    What''s going on?


    Have these jackals used up all their weapons in the last World War I?


    These creatures don''t seem to make weapons?


    Murphy rode back the way he had come, and the general''s guard stood around him in silence. The infantry had taken the Jackal slaves home. Now all that''s left are mercenaries, who will peel off the skins of the dead jackals. For these slave merchants, they would never give up their interests. If Murphy hadn''t insisted on killing the Jackal cubs, I''m afraid they would have wanted to transport them back to the rear for sale!


    I''ve seen a lot of blood today.


    Murphy doesn''t want to see the next cruel peeling. He took a batch of silver products plundered to human beings in the Jackal camp as spoils, and then rewarded them on the spot to the Greek infantry who took part in the battle today. In this battle, he only took half of the Jackal''s captivity, and the rest of the proceeds, including furs, he handed over to the slave merchants for their own distribution.


    The town''s trade has become regular, and the extra revenue is not enough to make Murphy excited.


    The focus of his troops today is to give these slave merchants confidence, use their strength to contain the jackals scattered in the territory, and spare time for their own development.


    It was dark when we returned to the territory.


    Although he didn''t take part in the battle personally, Murphy was very tired after a day''s running.


    After a brief grooming under the maid''s service, he headed for the large room of the governor''s mansion. Now he wants to lie down in bed and have a good rest, even if he squints his eyes. He''s going to have dinner brought in by the maid.


    Murphy has not had a good sleep since she decided to move the town.


    Almost every day he got up at dawn and didn''t go to rest until it was completely dark.


    As a lord, there are too many things he needs to deal with at the beginning of everything. Besides, there are enemies like jackals around, and Murphy has to rack his brains to keep an eye on them all the time.


    Until today, a jackal camp has been destroyed, and slave merchants have learned to cooperate under his strong integration.


    He was really relieved just now.


    Murphy lay on the soft velvet quilt, half squinting, half awake, half asleep.


    Until he felt a pair of soft hands on his back, he was a little sober.


    Murphy turned to think of it, but was held down by the little hand on her back.


    "Don''t move. Lie down." The high priest''s soft voice came from behind. Murphy''s spirit relaxed and his eyes narrowed again.


    The high priest half knelt on his body, holding his little hand in the position of his neck bone and clavicle. His strength was a little heavy, but it aroused Murphy''s bitterness. For a moment, he didn''t know whether he was comfortable or sad.


    A faint fragrance floated into Murphy''s nose. His spirit was a little slow. He raised his hand and patted the person on his back. He whispered, "be light."


    According to the words, the high priest''s strength was much lighter, but his movements were more frequent.


    The muscle starts to heat after being sour and astringent. It''s like the feeling of being treated by magic. The whole person is warm and comfortable.


    Murphy was a little confused. In this warm feeling, he wanted to go to sleep.


    He felt vaguely that the high priest was sitting gently on his back, and then holding it with his little hand from the neck along the spine all the way down. The feeling of warmth was getting stronger and stronger, spreading from the spine all the way up and down the body along the sour muscles!


    Murphy finally can no longer maintain consciousness, he arched his head, for a more comfortable sleeping position.


    Bring that wisp of fragrance into my heart, and then slowly go to sleep