Solomon dismounted cleanly, and the riders behind him dismounted together.
A sharp-eyed soldier stepped forward quickly, took the still-dripping head from Lushen's hand, and stepped aside.
Solomon's gaze passed over the soldier holding the head and landed directly on Lushen.
He didn't ask about the battle situation but strode forward, supporting Lushen's crumbling body with both hands, helping him up.
"Where are you hurt?" Solomon's voice was low but clearly reached everyone's ears.
Lushen trembled all over. The exhaustion of battle and the severe pain of his wounds seemed to vanish the moment Solomon spoke. He opened his mouth, but his throat felt blocked by something, unable to say a word.
Solomon's fingers touched a sword wound on Lushen's arm that was deep enough to see the bone. His brows knitted instantly. He turned his head to the dismounted riders and soldiers, his voice suddenly rising, carrying an undeniable command: "Bandage all injured soldiers! Send the seriously injured down the mountain! Tell Evelyn, no matter how many Gold Dragons! Soldiers fighting for me must get the best treatment!"
This loud command was like a thunderclap, exploding in everyone's heart.
Lushen's eyes grew hot, and his accumulated emotions burst instantly. Tears mixed with the blood and dirt on his face rolled down. He wanted to kneel on one knee again but was firmly held by Solomon. The other three soldiers knelt straight on one knee and were helped up by Solomon one by one.
Solomon didn't say anything more. His gaze swept over Lushen's whole body. On the wounds deep enough to see the bone, clothes were soaked in fresh blood, sticking to the flesh, looking terrifying.
"Sit down. Take off your shirt." Solomon ordered Lushen. The command allowed no doubt, but inwardly he sighed. Persuading him is useless. Lushen's combat skills aren't good. If he had the Mountain's physique and combat power, it would be fine, but he is at most a slightly better soldier level. Risking his life like this, one day he will die on the battlefield.
Lushen instinctively wanted to refuse, wanted to say "My Lord, I'm fine," wanted to say these small injuries were not worth mentioning.
But under Solomon's silent yet slightly threatening gaze, all his politeness and excuses were stuck in his throat. His legs went soft, and following Solomon's force, he sat on a rock on the ground.
The next scene made everyone present so shocked their breathing missed a beat.
Solomon didn't let soldiers step forward but directly took a water skin, clean linen cloth, and some strange ointment from a soldier.
He was originally skeptical about these Westerosi ointments, but its pain-relieving effect was indeed very good. He suspected the so-called healing effect was actually just an illusion created by slow recovery after pain relief.
Solomon unscrewed the water skin. Clear water washed over Lushen's wounds. Lushen trembled all over from pain, teeth clenched tight, but didn't make a sound. The water washed the curled flesh; stains of mixed blood and dirt were washed away. Solomon showed no disgust at all.
His hands slowly wiped Lushen's body with the cloth. His movements were steady, fingers long and powerful, applying ointment to Lushen's various wounds, then wrapping them with linen cloth.
Lushen had long turned his head away, tears streaming down his face. People around thought it was due to pain, but only he knew that his life, in the years before being appointed as a guard by Young Lord Solomon, was as worthless as wild grass by the roadside. How was it worthy of Lord Solomon, a noble lord, treating him like this?
Beside them, Huck, his bandits, and the captives stared blankly at this scene, their breathing stopped by shock.
They suspected they were dreaming right now. They actually saw a Lord, a noble of Westeros, after victory, caring not about military merits first, but his soldier's wounds, even personally bandaging them. This degree of impact and shock was like seeing a wolf taking care of a sheep, making this picture feel unreal.
Lauchlan arrived panting and sweating with fifty soldiers, quickly lit the camp bonfires, began to station, and further bandaged Lushen and the three soldiers who had been preliminarily treated.
A severely injured soldier whose arm was almost broken and just swinging around was lifted onto a horse by soldiers and rushed down the mountain, along with more than twenty captives.
Solomon looked around the camp, his gaze sweeping over the dozen bandits standing cautiously, daring not to sit, and finally stopped on Huck's face, but said nothing.
Solomon looked at Lauchlan and ordered him: "Camp here. Deploy some simple defensive fortifications."
Lauchlan executed quickly. A simple defensive camp was soon re-established. Bonfires were lit, burning more vigorously, dispelling the mountain chill.
The wounded were properly settled. Lushen's wounds were also carefully treated but still looked hideous and terrifying, appearing painful. But Lushen showed nothing; instead, he began to narrate his experience with high spirits.
Lushen sat opposite Solomon, separated by a crackling bonfire, standing up constantly to narrate everything that happened before to Solomon. He spoke fast, dancing with his hands and feet. Even though he grinned in pain when twitching his wounds occasionally, he still couldn't suppress his excitement.
Solomon looked at Lushen, feeling quite shocked. Sometimes recovery ability is also a kind of ability. This counts as Lushen's unique ability.
Solomon listened quietly, occasionally picking up a branch to poke the fire, sending sparks flying. His face had no expression, but his eyes grew brighter and brighter. Thought Lushen was just impulsive, hurriedly bringing people into the mountains to rescue, didn't expect he actually used his brain to fight a beautiful battle.
A grunt who doesn't use his brain will always be just a grunt. It seems I underestimated Lushen too much. This might be "fine details in roughness".
When Lushen finished the last word, the entire camp fell into silence. Only the sound of burning fire remained. Everyone's eyes, whether soldiers or Huck and his brothers, focused on Solomon.
Solomon looked up and revealed a smile. He never stinted on cheesy words and praise: "Well done!"
"Entering the wolf's den, handling it with ease."
"Truly brave and resourceful, well-deserved."
Lushen touched his head, revealing a simple and honest smile once again.
Solomon stood up, turned to Huck and his brothers with complex expressions, and raised his volume to ensure everyone could hear clearly:
"You made the correct choice."
"Loyalty to me will be exchanged for rewards far beyond your imagination."
Solomon paused, giving them time to digest this sentence. Then, he pointed his finger at Huck and announced publicly:
"From today on, Huck, your brothers will receive the land I grant."
"And you!"
"You are appointed as Lushen's deputy, assisting him in acting, becoming my officer."
Huck looked up sharply, his face full of shock. His brothers let out irrepressible exclamations of joy.
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