Funerals are usually solemn, accompanied by gloomy light and drizzle. Sometimes, the sky in the distance will suddenly turn white. After a while, a long and long thunder sound like the low roar of a wild beast will slowly come.
But today is different.
The sun is shining brightly today, and the canvas of the sky is as pure as if it had been stained by a bucket of cobalt blue paint. The birds chirping all the time did not make people feel upset, but instead soothed the wounded hearts of the families of the soldiers who died in the sun as they bid farewell to the soldiers who died in the sun.
Nineteen corpses with varying degrees of injuries were anointed with oil on their foreheads, limbs, and torso one by one by Father James, while chanting prayers in the hope that their souls could resist the temptation of the devil on their way to heaven.
Their mouths had been stuffed with "Holy Communion Bread", and under the increasingly hot sunshine, Father James said the last requiem mass for them.
Several poor people who had received alms wrapped the bodies in gray shrouds one by one and put them into the grave that had been dug next to the church. The gravedigger, wearing a black robe and holding a shovel, stood beside the new mound of soil. After all the remains were put in, he began his work.
This period is the most difficult for family members. Eternal farewells are always sad, and although they know that eventually their loved ones will receive eternal life in heaven, the torture and suffering on earth still require them to continue through it.
The long "ding-dong" bells came from the church, and nineteen small crosses with names engraved on them were firmly nailed to the sacred ground next to the church.
Next, little Klein and several private soldiers will distribute to them the death benefits promised by Simon - one Denier silver coin for each family of the militia soldier who died in the battle, and two Denier silver coins for the family of the private soldier. .
Simon lost eighteen militiamen and one private soldier in this battle. Since it was the first time for the militiamen to enter the battlefield, there would be relatively large casualties, which was what Simon had expected.
The other unlucky private soldier was not killed by the Magyars in close combat. Looking at the holes in his neck that were pierced by arrows, you know that he was killed by cunning pagans with cold arrows.
When the last grave pit is filled by the gravedigger, the funeral comes to an end, and then comes the time of reward, which is also the moment that all soldiers look forward to most.
The rewards this time were all selected from the spoils of war. God knows how many things these Magyars grabbed. According to Ryan's rough estimate, their total value was close to 600 Denier silver coins. Most of them except In addition to ready-made coins, there were also some jewelry and jewelry as well as gold and silver Holy Grails. As expected by Simon, these valuable gadgets were all stolen from businessmen, small nobles and churches.
Sometimes, these Magyars will also grab some miscellaneous goods, but they are more likely to let a few companions who understand German pretend to be businessmen to sell these unknown things and exchange them for pieces of attractive colors. of silver coins and put them in his pocket.
The only things that the poor farmers could be robbed were heavy and clumsy farm tools and food. Apart from food, the Magyars certainly looked down on these things that took up space and were useless.
Speaking of rewards, Simon's private soldiers were the main force in killing enemies in this battle and were also Simon's most elite military force. They charge at the forefront, using their superb courage and martial arts to inspire the recruits whose morale is extremely easy to collapse. There is no doubt that they will receive the most rewards. Little Klein generously rewarded each of them with three Denier silver coins based on their military exploits.
The rewards received by the militiamen who made up the majority of the army were not bad either. Each of them received loot worth about one silver coin, but not everyone got the money - some got furs, some got Some people got woolen cloth, and some people got small things like rings and necklaces.
Of course, those who have obtained physical trophies can use these things to exchange for food with their lord Simon, or they can barter with other merchants to exchange for the goods they want. In this economically underdeveloped era, bartering is a very common method of transaction.
There are also people with relatively good financial conditions who will use this money plus some family savings to buy a piece of their own land for farming. As for what to plant, this has nothing to do with Simon.
After all the soldiers received their rewards, the soldiers from Fort Esbai left Fort Verde in an orderly manner under the leadership of Krieger. They came to the ferry by the river, boarded the ferry, and set foot on their hometown. They would get a period of refreshment and then resume their duties.
Many soldiers have spare money, and most of them will choose to go to the wheat tavern in the village of Keoser to have a meal of stir-fry with bread and a glass of refreshing ale. This is undoubtedly their most luxurious enjoyment in summer.
But Huerta, the tavern owner of Esbai Village, looks increasingly haggard, just like his tavern business that hangs down the west mountain like the setting sun.
To be honest, the business of his Stump Tavern is not as good as it used to be. Most of the people who come to drink are farmers and servants who have been working all day. The reason why they come here has changed from having no choice to having no more energy to go near. Drink better wine and taste better food in the nearby village of Kooser.
His only advantage was the poor Welsh female slave Mellie. She was usually responsible for cleaning and doing various chores, but when the drinkers were in need, she became the source of the men's desire to release their lust. tool. Whenever this happens, Herta will smile evilly and think about how much money he can make.
Mellie always looked at Herta with fear and hatred in her eyes. She wanted to escape from here and return to her hometown, but she was unfamiliar with the place and the chance of successfully escaping was slim, so slim that it could be ignored.
Many people wonder how Huerta was able to keep the Stump Tavern afloat even after the ale pub in the village of Coosse took away most of his business. Huerta would explain: "Thanks to that Welsh guy." Little bitch.”
This is a seemingly reasonable explanation, but it cannot fool everyone. Some people believe that there must be some unknown secret behind him.
And today, his tavern welcomed a militiaman who spent a lot of money.
This militiaman is very young. Unlike other militiamen who are very picky about spending, he seems to have squandered all his rewards. In addition to eating plate after plate of boiled sausages and roast pork, he also likes to interact with other people. When people play dice games, the stakes they place are quite large.
He didn't seem to worry that he would go home penniless and dejected. He looked confident, as if he had a gold mine behind him.
Although one denier silver coin can be regarded as a farmer's harvest for nearly a year, if everyone works like this young man, it will not last for more than a few nights.
On the third night, when the young man named Jimmy was enjoying playing dice with others and waving an empty wine glass in the direction of the counter, Tina came over holding a ceramic wine jar and rejected his request.
"Oh, my dear sir," Fat Tina shook the wine can. The sound of the liquid inside hitting the wall of the can made young Jimmy feel even more thirsty. "You have used up one of your Denier silver coins. It looks like You'll have to keep paying so you can keep getting delicious drinks and Melly's service."
With that said, Fat Tina pointed at Mellie who was sweeping the floor next to her. The poor girl's red palm prints on her face had not faded due to Herta's bad temper, but this still could not hide her beauty.
"I, of course I can go ahead and pay," Jimmy's face turned rosy, and his tongue seemed to be tied up when he spoke, "But," he said, his face became mysterious, and his eyes glanced left and right vigilantly, His voice also became softer, "This money may be a bit sensitive, does Herta dare to accept it?"
"Let's talk about these things in the backyard." Fat Tina obviously knew that this was not a good place to talk about such topics. She winked at Herta in front of the counter, who understood what she meant and walked over to take a picture. Patting Jimmy on the shoulder, he smiled and put his arm around his shoulder as he walked into the private backyard behind the tavern.
When Jimmy returned to the gambling table ten minutes later to continue his game, the money bag on his waist made a crisp sound of silver coins colliding, obviously there were a lot more coins in it. Fat Tina also filled him with fruit wine, and his happiness was interrupted by an inconspicuous episode, but in an even more inconspicuous corner, a pair of sharp eyes caught it all.
"Oh, Hurtah, the owner of the Stump Tavern, actually does this kind of thing? It's interesting. I want to see what tricks you are doing." Although the deep voice was not much louder than the sound of a mosquito's wings, it contained anger. But it's enough to burn some people to charcoal, "And this guy named Jimmy is really cowardly. You won't escape punishment, don't worry."
