On the battlefield, the elite desert bandits walked by with their spears. When they passed by the fallen enemy, they stabbed them towards the neck and chest, twisted them half a turn, pulled them out, and moved on.
This is cleaning the battlefield, a standard post-war method, and they are very skilled at it.
Professional make up.
Serious injury equals tragic death in this day and age.
Rather than enduring the torment of illness and pain, it is better to simply die directly.
As for those cowardly fake dead, since they chose the path of cowardice, there is no point in living. Anyway, when the elite desert robbers walked over with their spears, everyone on the entire battlefield made up their swords accurately.
No one is left alive, even the armed militiamen who face minor injuries.
The absence of massacres is a manifestation of kindness.
Not so with field sweeping.
This is a warning.
The same is deterrent.
Since you choose to be your enemy.
The cleaning of the current battlefield is already doomed to make up for it mercilessly.
As enemies, they are not qualified to live, because on the battlefield you and I are fighting for our lives, either you die or I forget, there is no second way to go.
War is a cruel Shura field.
Temporary camp.
inner layer.
Kant sat on a simple low chair padded with a saddle.
Rubbing his calf with his hands, he looked at the young knight kneeling on the knees in front of him, responding to him with the most humiliating appearance, his face was calm, without any anger or fear.
He has won this victory, and the initiative is in his hands.
And the young captive in front of him.
Just with the fish on the cutting board.
no difference.
This Bertram also knelt in front of Kant resignedly, with his hands behind his back on the thick rope.
Bowing his head and letting his hair hang down, he looked like a death row prisoner waiting to be executed, but in fact, he was still safe now, at least he didn't lose his life on the battlefield, which already showed that he survived for a reason.
Today's cooperation is one of the biggest reasons why Bertram can survive.
The waiting time was not too long.
outside the tent.
After cleaning the battlefield, the elite desert bandits came back to report.
Rolf waved his hand to signal his retreat, and at the same time conveyed the results of the battle to Kant in a low voice. Of course, Kant did not express much about the expected brilliant victory.
He just nodded and said, "Understood, order to go down and do a good job of vigilance."
"yes."
Rolf took the lead.
He turned around and left, greeted the elite bandits under his command, and returned to the tent after making arrangements.
The night in Dongjun was still quiet, but there was a sound of horseshoes, and the elite desert robbers scattered in small groups had already scattered out like daylight with spears and scimitars, and began to patrol the surrounding area cautiously to ensure safety.
"No problem."
Rolf's affirmative report.
"Very good." After arranging all this, Kant was slightly relieved.
Turning his head to look at the captive who was still kneeling in front of him, he said calmly: "Okay, it's time for us to talk, as a mercenary group who just came here, well, let's put it this way, we didn't attack you But why did you attack us first, which makes me very puzzled, and I am also very curious, what is the reason."
"The reason, maybe I said it was a misunderstanding, Baron Kant, you won't believe it."
Bertram smiled wryly.
The reason for this attack was really a misunderstanding of the barbarians.
"Hmm." Kant shrugged. He still doesn't understand the truth of the matter, but the experience instilled in his mind from the system, as well as the experience of past and present lives, naturally he will not simply believe in the so-called misunderstanding.
If there is a cause, there must be an effect. If you misunderstand this kind of vocabulary, you can only deceive children.
"Hehe, it's okay to misunderstand."
Rolf smiled beside him: "This is indeed a misunderstanding."
"Ah?" Bertram raised his head in astonishment. He expected Kant's silence, but Rolf's temper and character obviously exceeded his long-standing, more gentlemanly thinking.
"We really misunderstood."
Rolf smiled, and said with a bit of ferocity in his eyes: "Then this battle is due to your misunderstanding, and you still take the initiative to attack us. We don't have to pursue this misunderstanding." He said in a deep voice: "But How are you going to compensate us, after all, the attack frightened us and we need mental damage fees."
"Uh..." The astonishment in Bertram's eyes became even more intense.
On the farmland outside the camp were still piled up the bodies of those killed tonight, all of them were the knight servants of Avilesburg and the militiamen of Nali Village, and the losses were extremely heavy.
And now the so-called mental damage fee is really unacceptable to him.
But in fact they were the attackers.
It is the party that provoked this incident.
"I can't make up my mind."
Bertram lowered his head dejectedly, and said with a helpless wry smile: "For me, I am just the captain of the guards of Fort Aviles, and one of Viscount Gibran's knight apprentices."
"Your name." Kant asked calmly.
"Bertram," he answered.
"never heard of that."
Kant shrugged his shoulders: "In my opinion, I have heard a little about your three brothers who are big knights." Young man."
"That's right." Bertram nodded, "I'm just a new apprentice introduced by Countess Agatha last year."
"New apprentice."
Kant smiled lightly: "Your family background is very good."
Bertram said darkly, "It's because my father is the Chief of Security of East County." After a pause, he smiled wryly and said, "It's a court baron conferred by Earl Agatha."
"Well."
Kant raised an eyebrow.
Of course he understood what Bertram said.
To be able to become a new apprentice of the famous general Viscount Gibran in East County must have enough wealth and power to support him, otherwise it would be impossible to casually worship under the famous general.
As for the sheriff of East County City, he was also the court baron conferred by Earl Agatha.
That's no surprise.
Wealth has.
There is a background.
Identity has.
This Bertram probably has a more noble status, no less than the son of an ordinary powerful baron.
And Kant's mind turned quickly, seeing Bertram's dejected appearance, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he had also thought that this might be Countess Agatha, his own aunt, who wanted to intervene in the little girl of Aviles Castle. test.
Bertram's father was sheriff of Eastshire.
Born with the brand of Countess Agatha.
Not to mention a court baron.
In fact, it was a title bought from Countess Agatha with money.
Usually, those merchants or big landowners who used to be servants or vassals would do it, such as the financial officer, magistrate, or even steward of Dongjun City, as well as the subordinate big caravan leaders and big landowners.
In other places, such a person is called a gentleman, an honorary title.
The court baron is similar.
Even in terms of actual status, it is lower than Baron Wufu.
After all, the Baron Wufu fought with real combat exploits, and he still has real power under his hands, and has the troops directly under him. If he is lucky on the battlefield and invincible, he can continue to obtain a higher title of military exploits.
However, if the court baron wants to be promoted, he completely depends on the meaning of the person he canonize, and he is only a servant with a noble title.
But it can still represent the higher nobleman.
A place where royal nobles can be conferred.
There are only two places.
The power center of the Lion Principality, the Lion Castle of Grand Duke Cameron.
Or the East County Territory, which is faintly independent of the Lion Principality, the East County City of Countess Agatha!
Bertram opened his lips and wanted to say something, but in the end he lowered his head with a wry smile and said, "Yes, Baron Kant, you guessed it right, I was indeed sent by Countess Agatha to investigate Viscount Gibran. internal response."
"Go on, I like this story." Kant nodded.
"It's not a story."
Bertram retorted in a low voice.
But his voice was even more depressing: "After the bloody battle ten years ago, Viscount Gibran became more and more weird, and even became weird, and even began to be independent of the jurisdiction of the Eastern County."
"Embracing the self-respect of the army, the state of a semi-independent warlord." Kant said calmly: "I understand."
"That's true."
Bertram also confirmed: "Even Countess Agatha's orders are sometimes rejected."
After a slight pause, he continued: "But even if I have become a newly promoted apprentice knight when I come to Aviles Castle, I am still excluded from the entire system of Viscount Gibran."
"But you still have the extraordinary power in your body that is similar to that of Viscount Gibran."
Kant calmly reminded: "The fallen power from the abyss."
Bertram shook his head: "I don't know what an abyss is or what a demon is. It's too far away for me. After all, this is something in myths and legends. I only know that I should obtain extraordinary power."
"And you really chose this power?" Kant raised his eyebrows: "It's very interesting."
"That's right."
Bertram nodded dejectedly: "But I didn't know that Viscount Gibran would be so depraved."
When he thought of the terrifying demon form, it was really as in the legend, and he couldn't help but shudder: "My three brothers have been completely controlled by that evil force, even I, because of being close to this force Power, was actually controlled by Viscount Gibran at that time, only knowing rage, killing, and hysterical madness!"
Actually, let alone him.
Even the knight servants are controlled by that force.
On weekdays, he only felt inspired by Viscount Gibran's reputation, but he didn't care at all when he realized it.
But now that I think about it carefully, I feel shuddering. This is clearly a special effect produced by using extraordinary power to manipulate the surrounding soldiers. Fighting endlessly for it is really irreparable madness!
"So that's why."
Bertram thought about it and said dejectedly, "The truth about the victory ten years ago."
This is indeed the truth.
Only this kind of power can defeat the main force of thousands of people in the Yinpan Kingdom.
Instead of relying on a group of timid and frightened soldiers, a group of militiamen and peasants who were temporarily armed and conscripted.
(end of this chapter)