Give Me the Name of God

The moment he saw Manda, Chief Wadia fell on his back and wailed continuously.

Manda ignored him. To be honest, he had no interest in the chief now. He was sincerely asking about the price. What he was most concerned about at the moment was this business.

The missionaries do not grow food, but they eat it, which means they have to buy food.

The Bayer Country is their only neighbor, which means that they can only buy food from the Bayers.

This means that they are not only oppressed by the Bayers because of their lack of military strength, but they are also strongly dependent on the Bayers for living supplies.

The young man in front of him didn't know who Manda was, and like all Bayers, he spoke loudly and liked to point at people with his extended fingers.

Manda jumped off the roof, cut off his fingers first, and then asked, What's your name?

The young man covered his hands, crying and howling, and a dozen soldiers behind him rushed forward.

There were dozens of guards outside the door and rushed in together.

The young man shouted loudly: Cut off his hand, don't kill him, I want to live, I want him...

Manda wiped the blood from her fingers on the young man's face and asked, What are you going to do with me?

Dozens of guards had their heads cut off by Manda, but the young man had not yet finished a sentence.

There was one guard left trembling behind the young man. Manda didn't want to kill him for the time being. He had other uses.

The young man's expression was sluggish, and his face seemed to be cramped.

Unidentified paste appeared around my feet in an alarming amount.

Manda held her nose and took a few steps back. She sighed in admiration and said, I didn't expect you to have such a trick. You are so powerful. I won't touch you again for a while. First, tell me what's your name?

I am the son of Grand Duke Bayev. Neither my father nor my brother will forgive you!

You still have a brother? Manda's expression was not very good. Does this mean that you are not the only son of Grand Duke Bayev?

I have six older brothers and one younger brother, and each of them is a fierce general who is good at fighting!

There are eight sons in total... Manda shook her head and said, This matter is a bit complicated.

Chief Wadia trembled and said: Bai Kuga, every son of Grand Duke Bayev is very tough...

Manda pointed at the young man in front of her: Including him?

Master Aikewen was just careless...

Manda smiled and said: He was careless, but you were very careful. Tell me, how did you help him avoid the patrols and rangers?

The patrols and rangers trained by Roma have been put into actual combat. The Wodia tribe has a special location. The patrols must come at least once every three days, and the rangers must come at least once every ten days. There are also hidden sentries deployed nearby. If it is not the old The chief has grasped the rules. This young master of Aikwen will not escape all the sentries by chance.

Chief Wadia knelt in front of Manda and cried bitterly: Mengda Baikuga, I just want my people to survive. Winter is coming soon. My people cannot live without food. Baikuga, Please forgive us and give us a chance to survive.

Manda sighed and said, You just knelt down to him, and now you're kneeling down to me. Aren't you used to standing and talking?

I don't care about my dignity for the sake of my people.

You are very similar to a person. Manda wanted to say King Ramsay, but it was not easy to say it directly in this situation. The puppet king was also a king, so he had to be given a minimum of respect.

Mr. Ai Kewen may have eaten too much just now, and the paste in his pants never stopped. Manda didn't want to ask any more questions. The air in the wooden house was very bad.

He grabbed the guard behind the young master and said with a gentle smile: I want to discuss business with your prince and buy some food from him.

If you want to discuss business, please, please let our young master go first!

How can we negotiate business if we let him go? Manda turned around and asked the chief, Is the skin you just mentioned deerskin or sheepskin?

It's deer skin and wolf skin. Bear skin is worth one and a half pieces. Unmottled fox skin is worth one and a half pieces. Boar skin is worth half a piece.

It's so complicated, Manda said to the guard, Please go back and tell the Grand Duke that I will exchange his son for ten thousand skins, twenty skins for one cart of grain, a total of five hundred carts. He can exchange the skins for his son first. I can exchange the skins for grain, or I can directly exchange grain for my son, what do you think?

The guard's face turned pale, and Young Master Aikewen ran away with a whimper. Manda stretched out her hand to grab the young master back, and with a tremble of her fingers, she cut off one of his ears.

This is my gift to the Grand Duke. It is worth twenty skins anyway. Please convey my sincere respect to the Grand Duke.

…

In the center of the tribe were piles of corpses of the Byers. Young Master Aikewen knelt beside the corpse, covering the place that originally belonged to his left ear. Tears flowed uncontrollably, but he did not dare to cry out.

Chief Wadia knelt beside Aikewen, crying even more miserably than Aikewen.

The entire tribe's ministers gathered in a circle, knelt on the ground, and begged Manda for forgiveness.

Mengda Baikuga, I just want my people to survive. You haven't seen the winter of dispatching agents. The heavy snow for dozens of days will swallow up all the roads, and the snow will be up to your chest. There is nothing we can do. If we go hunting, we will starve to death without food. I beg you, forgive me. Even if you don’t want to forgive me, please forgive my innocent people...

Everyone on the mission was crying, begging Manda for forgiveness.

Manda's face was expressionless. For a collaborator, Manda had no possibility of forgiveness. The old chief was dead.

But now he had to confirm another thing, whether the defense system he built himself was so vulnerable.

He lit the beacon smoke and waited for news from the patrol sentries, hidden sentries and rangers.

The snowfield was very big, so it was understandable that one or two Bayers sneaked into the tribe.

But now there are not one or two Bayers, but dozens of them, and they did not sneak in secretly, but blatantly drove in in a carriage.

Given the current situation, the guard on duty should be punished, and if the Rangers were nearby, they should also be punished. This is a serious dereliction of duty!

Now Manda has lit up the smoke around the tribe, and the secret sentry will definitely be able to see it. The secret sentry should notify the patrol sentry, and the patrol sentry should notify the ranger. If the secret sentry, patrol patrol, and ranger cannot respond within one day, not only will they be punished, Luo Ma deserves to be whipped too! From afternoon until dusk, Manda finally waited for a group of patrol sentries. After seeing the smoke, the sentry leader first sent someone to notify the Rangers, and left a mark to try to contact the nearby secret sentry. After failing to contact the secret sentry, he quietly went to the tribe to explore , he was cautious enough, but was still discovered by Manda.

Manda severely questioned the commander, but the commander did not do anything wrong. He saw the smoke and notified the Rangers, and also tried to contact the secret whistle.

The sentry commander was very familiar with the patrol route of the Rangers. According to his calculation, the Rangers were at least two hundred miles away from here.

The Rangers were too far away to see the smoke, which proved them right.

Then the mistake lies in the secret whistle.

Where is the secret whistle? What are the sentries doing?

It is difficult to verify this matter. The location of the secret sentry is extremely hidden, and even Manda does not know the exact location of the sentry.

In desperation, Manda sent a letter to Roma through the Styx Island. When Roma replied, Manda guessed the whole story.

The secret sentry was very close to the tribe, so it was impossible not to see the smoke.

The sentinels are very loyal, carefully selected by Rama, and have nothing to do with the Wodea tribe.

That leaves only the last possibility.

Manda helped the old chief and took him to the sentry post. The sentry post was in a pine forest. Under a huge pine tree, there was an almost imperceptible tree hole.

The tree hole is very spacious, and there are food, crossbows, daggers, and a blowpipe commonly used by military servicemen. It seems that this sentry still likes the ancient weapons of military servicemen.

All the furnishings were neat and tidy. There seemed to be no fighting here. Manda checked around the tree hole and saw no footprints.

He lit a pine wood as a torch, carefully observed the mottled inner wall of the tree hole, and found a knife mark under a tree knob.

The knife marks are not too new, but they are not too old either. There are seven scratches in total. They were carved very hastily, but the order is very particular.

There are three lines in the middle and two lines on the left and right, which look like a flying swallow. These are obviously left by the sentry, because this is the mark that Roma taught them. She learned this trick from Toca.

The secret whistle should not leave a mark under any circumstances, except at the last moment of life.

He left this mark to prove that he was in danger. If he could survive it, he would erase the mark. The mark is still here to prove that he did not survive it.

Manda touched Chief Wadia's bald scalp and asked in a low voice: Tell me, where is his body?

Corpse? the chief asked with a surprised look on his face, What corpse do you mean?

Tell me, listen, tell me now.

Bai Kuga, I don't know what exactly you want to ask?

He's pretty good, right? You can't deal with him alone. Tell me how many people you sent out? Ten? Twenty? Tell me who these people are? Tell me!

I, I really don't know, I have never been to this place... The old chief's voice was trembling.

Manda continued to touch his scalp: Tell me honestly and I will make your death less painful, including those who joined you. Tell me if there are any other chiefs involved?

…

Under the organization of Chief Wadia, a total of six tribal chiefs secretly colluded with the Bayers. He made an appointment with the Bayers, and took advantage of the patrols and rangers to stay away from their tribes, and led his men to kill them. A secret sentinel lurking near the tribe.

The sentry's body was buried in the snowfield by them. There were more than 20 wounds on his body. According to the description of the person involved, he resisted until the last moment.

Manda gave the sentry a rich burial, and in front of his grave, in front of all the tribe members, killed Chief Wadia and thirty of the sentinels who participated in the assassination of the sentry.

Wadia was still pleading before he died, saying that he was doing this for the sake of the entire tribe.

The dispatchers who participated in the assassination also pleaded, saying that they were just following orders.

There are too many excuses that can be thought of in this world, and Manda is too lazy to listen. What he is concerned about now is how many similar situations have not been discovered. The remaining six chiefs will be executed by Manda one by one, but except for them Woolen cloth? How many military officials are still willing to be the slaves of the Bayers?

Grand Duke Bayev had just suffered a big loss on the battlefield. He was too tough to be soft. He grasped the weakness of the military servicemen. Sooner or later, this weakness would undermine the determination and courage of the military servicemen.

It seems that he underestimated the Grand Duke. It seems that he needs to know more about him.

Of course, the food problem must also be solved, which depends on the value of the young master.