In just ten minutes, the only sounds left in the originally lively small camp were the groans of the wounded and the sound of weapons being inserted into the flesh of the soldiers as they recharged their wounds.
For these pagan invaders, Simon had no idea of leaving them a way out.
These Magyars have penetrated deeply into the kingdom and are almost entering the Lorraine area. Even if someone escapes and brings the news that these tribesmen were captured by Simon to their chief, there is a high probability that the chief will not come with a ransom. People - because they could not guarantee that they would not be torn to pieces by the angry German lords along the way all the way to Fordeburg.
In addition, these Magyars did not speak German, and the obscure Hungarian they spoke sounded as incomprehensible to Simon as alien language.
Krieger said that he dared to guarantee Simon that in this vast area, no one except the invaders themselves could understand what they were saying. Of course, for expressions such as swearing and begging for mercy, which are very obvious, people can generally understand the meaning.
However, the lack of daily communication is still a huge problem, which means that if the Magyar slaves discuss how to kill the guards and rebel in front of them, no one will understand and be alert to it, so Simon is even more There is no reason to keep them. Even if they are thrown into a dungeon and held "humanely", food will still be consumed. What's more, this is the Middle Ages with low productivity. Simon has no reason or motive to do this. He has already He is no longer the kind and benevolent newcomer.
"Sir, maybe you can spare the lives of a few of these heretics who are slightly injured," Krieger said, holding a short ax that was still dripping with blood, came to Simon, and put it into his belt, " These sinners who disbelieved in our Lord deserved the justice they deserved, being paraded on the stake and burned alive.”
"This is a good idea," Simon nodded in agreement, his eyes rolled slyly, "Let the soldiers save the lives of a few lightly wounded Magyars and put them on the empty boxcar to bring back Ful. DePauw. I want my people to see the fate these evil infidels deserve."
"As you wish, my lord."
A few thick clouds occasionally drifted through the sky, and the gloomy forest exuded a strong smell of blood. Horrible deaths are common here.
The crows took advantage of the opportunity for Simon's soldiers to collect trophies and boldly landed on the nearby unoccupied corpses. They used their sharp beaks to peck at the exposed wounds of the corpses, enjoying a free and generous meal.
Although these Magyars did not have a few decent pieces of armor on their bodies, and the tattered weapons in their hands made Simon's village militia shake their heads after looking at them, but in fact, each corpse had more or less hidden weapons in its hands and pockets. Lots of good stuff.
Most of the Magyar corpses had many copper and silver rings on their fingers. God knows how many innocent people they had harmed. Han En even took out a gold ring engraved with patterns from the middle finger of the little leader who had fallen into the manure pit. It seemed to belong to some unlucky little noble, but there were still disgusting stains inside.
Under the supervision of Sergeant Hann, the soldiers took care of their own wounded in an orderly manner and searched for the enemy's loot.
At least for now, Han En has not found anyone hiding trophies, because Simon promised before the war that the soldiers would distribute the trophies according to their military merits, and those who hid the trophies would be chopped into pieces if they were discovered. Drop your hands.
In medieval village life, where there was little personal privacy, the risk of hiding even small trinkets such as rings was high. Ordinary people have little chance to leave the lord's land, and there are no channels to deal with this valuable item whose origin is unknown.
There are exceptions.
Among the militiamen picking loot among the corpses, there was a young man with freckles on his face. He had a pair of smart dark green eyes with a hint of cunning, a golden beard, and a large hat. Wearing an animal skin hat, he looks harmless to humans and animals, but he is just a normal and simple country boy.
But now he is taking advantage of everyone's inattention, and is getting out of everyone's sight little by little, until he "inadvertently" moves to a position where Sergeant Hann can't see exactly what he is doing but doesn't tell him to get back. At a clever distance, the man leaned down and, using the cover of a Magyar corpse, quickly placed several rings and necklaces at the foot of a nearby beech tree, and then covered them with dead leaves on the ground. Got it.
It was obviously not the first time that he had done such a thing. After doing all this, he did not look back like a thief who had just done something wrong to see if anyone had noticed him. He knew that this was a stupid behavior, which was abnormal. , it will also appear that "there is no three hundred taels of silver here", causing the matter to be exposed.
He tried to look normal, relaxed and natural, searching every part of the Magyar's body, and even took off the guy's boots to see if there was anything hidden inside - many medieval people believed that there was something hidden in their shoes. It is the safest place. No one can steal from a person's heels and soles unless his shoes are broken.
After the search, the boy walked back without blushing or heartbeat, as if nothing had happened just now, which was exactly the case. No one noticed what he had just done, except for a pair of hidden men watching from deep in the forest. The eyes of it all.
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In the evening, the gorgeous sunset dyed the originally blue sky and flawless white clouds into orange and fiery red. The soldiers had finished cleaning the battlefield.
The injured were taken back to Fordeburg by carriage in the afternoon, where doctors Arthur and Father James would take good care of them. Of course, they would not use bloodletting and induce vomiting, but disinfection and bandaging.
The bodies of the Magyars were buried on the spot, while the bodies of the fallen soldiers were moved on horse-drawn carriages and transported back to the church in Fort Verde for burial.
In the forest, soldiers were escorting the last cart of loot, walking in the opposite direction either relaxedly or tiredly.
Some people hummed and joked, all of them obviously veterans. And more recruits had unsightly faces. These guys experienced the wash of blood for the first time and faced the mutilated corpses and severed limbs. This kind of visual and psychological impact was too exciting for them.
The soldiers held the front part of the spear handle with both hands and let the tail of the spear handle drag on the ground. This is the way to hold the spear when marching in the dense forest. Although it does not look very beautiful, it can effectively avoid carrying the spear. Risk of getting stuck on branches if too high.
"Sir, we have wiped out most of the heretics, but unfortunately, a few slipped through the net and escaped." Little Klein said regretfully as he followed Simon, who was riding a horse slowly.
"These few escaped heretics cannot cause much trouble," Simon said disapprovingly. "They can only bully and bully lone travelers, and even young bandits and bandits. If they still dare to step into the village If they rob, I’m afraid the farmers’ pitchforks can stab them alive.”
"They don't speak our language, so they can't become bandits and join the forest bandits. That means they can't move in this area and are the public enemies of all Christians. It's hard for them to return to their hometown." Krieger smiled and wiped his neck with his hand.
"You're right." Simon nodded in agreement.
When Simon and the soldiers returned to Fort Verde, the fire at the river ferry dock had been put out, but wisps of smoke were still rising.
The private soldiers escorting the four Magyar prisoners with their hands tied kicked them a few times, as if to say: Look at the good deeds you have done.
The kicked Magyar fell to the ground and staggered to his feet. The soldiers next to him let out a ruthless laugh.
Three of the older Magyars seemed to know their fate and continued to move forward dejectedly, while a younger Magyar glared at the soldiers next to him, looking like he would rather die than surrender.
The wooden village gate of Fort Verde was slowly opened by the guarding militiamen. The village women and children standing on both sides of the road waiting for their families to return opened their eyes wide and looked for their familiar figures.
From time to time, there are soldiers hugging their families and crying with joy. What is different from usual is that no one here is crying sadly, because the wounded and dead have been transported to the church in advance, and their families are now gathering in the church. .
The four Magyars were escorted to the dungeon amidst everyone's contempt and curses.
"Go to hell, infidels!" Even the skinny monkey-like dwarf Kohler dared to run up and kick them. This funny scene made the villagers nearby laugh.
"Krieger, take all these trophies to the castle's warehouse. Father James has to take care of the wounded, and he will definitely not have time to count the trophies. Go and call the stonemason Ryan over and ask him to take over this task." Simon After getting off the horse, a stable boy quickly stepped forward and took the reins, leading "Lucky" into the stable.
"Okay, sir." Krieger nodded and walked towards the cabin where Ryan lived.
It was getting dark at this time, and the cries of women and the screams of the injured could be faintly heard from the church not far away. Simon couldn't help but frown. Suddenly, a "ding-dong-ding-dong" alarm bell came from the door of the village. , Simon's expression changed suddenly, and he rushed up the stairs of the castle, holding on to the wall and looking in the direction of the alarm bell.
At the junction of the forest and the plain farmland in the distance, an army with a large number of torches flashing and whose exact number could not be seen clearly in the dim sunset was slowly walking towards Fort Fuld.
Simon couldn't help but take a breath.
"Woo~"
The melodious rally horn sounded through the night sky, drowning out the chirping of cicadas. The soldiers who had just been reunited with their families hurriedly put down the food on the dinner table and returned to their duties of defending their homes.
"Who could this uninvited guest be?" Simon tied the straps of his Norman helmet again, narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists.
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