On the second day, everything was calm in Marton River City.
There are still traces of yesterday's bloody battle on the city. The enemy's corpses were thrown off the city and piled up in front of the stone bridge to stink. This is not because Duke Androff doesn't want to clean up, but because it is too troublesome to clean up. Even the defenders' The body was barely recovered and was being prepared for burial.
In the afternoon, Duke Androff received the letter and he found Lauren.
"Duke Ke'an asked to clean up the battlefield together? Let them take the body back?" Laurent said confidently after hearing the content of the letter.
"Yes, I think we should agree. They proposed not to carry any weapons and only send a hundred or so people." Duke Andev said.
Lauren looked doubtful.
Duke Androff had already expected it. He added: "I know your doubts, but don't worry too much. Here, it is very common for both sides to send people to each other to clean the battlefield and the remains."
After hearing this, Laurent calmed down a little and recalled the contents of the letter. A hundred or so unarmed Fudusan people really could not pose a threat to the city.
Lauren nodded slowly in agreement.
After obtaining Lauren's consent, Duke Androff told another matter.
"Actually there is a letter, and they ask us to exchange prisoners with them."
"Approximately how many of us fell into their hands?" Lauren asked.
"Probably more than 120 people. I counted the number of missing people." Duke Androff replied.
"Okay, I agree." Laurent made his judgment immediately.
This was consistent with Duke Andev's thoughts, but the latter was a little curious as to why Lauren agreed so simply and neatly.
Faced with Duke Andoff's question, Laurent replied: "I seem to understand the key points of defending the city."
"Oh?" Duke Androff looked confused.
Laurent supported his head, and after thinking for a while, he simply said: "On this towering city wall, we are alone and equal to others. Moreover, raising those prisoners of war requires food and care, to prevent them from escaping and stabbing us. "
"It's a very simple idea, but you really grasped the key point, Third Prince." Duke Androff smiled.
"Thanks to you, Duke Andev, in addition, I also learned a lot of knowledge about defending the city, how to reinforce the city wall, how to ensure the water source, how to place flags and sentries, the enemy's siege direction... these things, You can’t learn it in Beitu.”
Lauren said with sigh, there was no hypocrisy in his words.
"It's an honor to be able to serve as a mentor to an heir to the throne in this regard." Duke Androff happily accepted.
So, the two waited for the next day to come.
time flies.
In the city of Marton River, the defenders and the hundreds of Fudusan people who arrived separately cleaned up the corpses at the scene, barely cleaning the battlefield.
The exchange of prisoners had already been completed before the Fudusan people arrived.
Duke Andev frowned as he looked at the Fordusans who walked onto the stone bridge and carried away the bodies of their companions.
Lauren walked up the city wall and saw him standing at the top of the city. He said, "As soon as those Fudusan people entered the city, they have been looking at our city wall and layout."
"I know, I've thought about this before, but... that's what cleaning the battlefield is."
Prince Androff sighed and said:
"You know, if the enemy's remains are left under the city wall, plague will easily occur along the river on the stone bridge. And if we clean up these remains, it will not only be time-consuming and laborious, but also... it will be easy for those Fudusan people to , spreading rumors and slandering us for desecrating the remains. You would not want to inflame the enemy's morale."
Lauren nodded slowly, agreeing with this statement.
"We should pay more attention to our walls than this."
Prince Androff stepped on his feet,
"There is enough food and farmland in Marton River City, and the water source is not a problem, but... our city wall seems to be a little unstable."
Laurent immediately remembered the massive offensive of the two huge counterweight trebuchets carried out by the Fordusan people in recent days. Even in the eyes of the Garda warriors, it was likened to the roar of the God of War.
Duke Androff twisted his eyebrows and said with a hint of bitterness: "Not long ago we were grateful for the victory, but now...well, if it were an ordinary trebuchet, it would be more than enough for us to hold on."
As he spoke, the Duke turned around and asked Laurent: "Do you know why the enemy chose to attack in the direction of the stone bridge instead of the meadow where we captured the city?"
Prince Anderf asked the question in a manner that seemed like that of a teacher, and he was indeed teaching Lauren.
This is all because Laurent has been observing the construction and maintenance of the southerners' city walls for many days, and has shown great interest in it. Duke Andev himself attaches great importance to the enlightened Redon people, and Laurent's ability to draw inferences from one example to another. .
"Because there are no huge stones for trebuchets on the meadow." Lauren stared at the direction where the Fudusan people camped. "Only there are them there, and they are endless."
"Not bad, Lauren."
Duke Anderf said sternly:
"These days of truce, the Fudusan people must be working hard to dig out huge rocks... but we... have difficulty in launching a surprise attack on the enemy army that far outnumbers us... To this day, I can only do my best to strengthen the city wall, and Pray for the Lord’s blessing.”
When Lauren heard this, his heart tightened slightly. The Fudusan people's offensive really should not be underestimated.
At this moment, the brave Garda warriors will become fewer and fewer in one war after another, and there will be no new blood in this southern land.
The only thing he can do is to boost his own morale as much as possible.
Lauren walked down the city wall and stepped on the road. He saw Mian's figure rushing from the tent to an unknown place.
With some doubts rising in his heart, Laurent got up and caught up.
"Mean." Lauren stopped him.
Mi En then turned around, looked at Lauren, and said in surprise: "Oh, third prince."
"What are you going to do?" Lauren asked.
"Evening prayers, the knights and sergeants of Myrne, they gather together for evening prayers, and I am going too." Myn replied awkwardly.
Apparently, the book servant had not forgotten that Lauren, who claimed to have heard the oracle, had not yet been baptized and was still a pagan.
Lauren's eyes lit up at this moment.
He thought of something.
The Leiden people's casualties cannot be replaced in this southern land, but...these knight sergeants in the south were born and raised on this land.
"Mi En, I want to go with you." Lauren said.
Mi En looked very surprised, he did not expect Lauren to make such a request.
A pagan attending Vespers?
Mi En really didn't dare to think about it.
However, Lauren's tone did not allow for rejection. He almost ordered: "You must take me there, my believing servant."
Mi En still looked hesitant and said: "But...but..."
Lauren stared at Mian, the former monk, and said calmly: "Why, can't pagans pray at night? You won't forget, I have heard the Lord's oracle, and I am far closer to the gods than you are. "
"Take me over there, Mean, and I will promise them a good news, as you would say... the gospel."
"Wha, what good news?" Mi En asked in surprise.
"I am about to be converted to the Lord, and when I find the answer, I will erect His image and build His church. I will be baptized and let the consecrated water soak into every hair of my head."
"Think about it, Mien, in that northern land that worships his god, a believing king has been established. You were once a monk, studying the knowledge of God. Tell me, this supreme glory, don't you Care to share?”
In Lauren's plain yet passionate words, Meen gradually moved from entanglement to unspeakable fanaticism.
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So Loren prayed evenings with the people from Meln.
Sometimes Vespers is a Mass, and sometimes it is not. The distinction is not so clear, but the person who organizes Vespers is an ordinary priest, not a bishop or a priest, so it probably cannot be counted as a Mass.
The people of Myrne were surprised that their pagan lord came to pray with them, and they could not help but whisper and talk during the evening prayers.
Regardless of anything else, in the prejudice of true believers, pagans are barbarians wielding all kinds of strange weapons, with disheveled hair, and talking about other gods.
What surprised the True believers present was that Lauren lowered her head and clasped her hands throughout the entire evening prayer, looking even more pious than them.
At the end of the evening prayers, Lauren listened to the pastor's sermon.
The people from Mern looked at Laurent, and their eyes were surprised. Especially the devout knights, whose expressions showed excitement. This group of devout knights who enjoyed the fief would always be worried from time to time, and they were loyal to a pagan lord. Finally, will there still be a place for them in the Kingdom of Heaven?
In the southern land, the lord is not only the material lord, but also the spiritual leader to some extent. The secular lords encouraged by the Church are also devout believers in the Lord who has perfected the Mass.
In the eyes of those devout true believers, Laurent's behavior of evening prayer was undoubtedly getting closer to the secular lords encouraged by the church.
So, a certain knight plucked up the courage, and with great courage, he took the initiative to ask Laurent if he wanted to convert.
"I still can't figure out my direction. You know, none of my ancestors believe in the Lord." Laurent stood up and looked at the people sitting cross-legged on the ground.
Everyone couldn't help but look disappointed for a moment, even Mi En looked stunned.
Are pagans still pagans?
However, Laurent continued: "But my heart is for your Lord, but the time has not yet come and I cannot erect His holy image."
"It's not yet time, sir, then when is the time?!" A knight couldn't help but stood up and asked.
“None of us knows except God.”
Lauren replied meaningfully.
After this evening prayer.
Lauren came every day to attend the evening prayers of the true believers and listen to the pastor's sermons.
Sometimes, money is donated to the local church so that the resident priest can come and offer mass specifically for the true believers.
The soldiers who followed Laurent to Marton River City solely because of the land and benefits gradually developed a spiritual recognition of this pagan lord as the days passed.
Gradually, although not yet baptized, Lauren was regarded as a true believer at heart and was supported by Myrn's soldiers.
Lauren understood from this why the soldiers of Myrne supported him.
Most of the reasons are based on faith.
Converging beliefs transcend blood ties and allow people to identify with each other and reunite in one place in the name of the Lord.
The soldiers of the true believers were looking forward to a believing lord, and as a pagan who almost wanted to convert, Myrne's soldiers supported him because they hoped to be baptized and converted.
However, every time Lauren approached the icon, he would think of the still unresolved question.
Even after hearing several sermons, he still didn't know the answer.
As Laurent went to the evening prayers of the true believers many times, the third prince spent much less time walking to the Leydon people of the Griffin clan.
Until Master Masaphi deliberately reminded him to attend the banquet.
He was shocked to realize that he was gradually drifting away from the traditional celebrations of the Leyton people.
"Mr. Masaphi, I find that those knights in the south have their benefits."
"Uh...what?" In front of the bonfire, Mr. Masaphi sneezed and asked drunkenly.
Luo Lun summed up what he had seen and gained in the past few days when he came to the southern land, and then said: "The simplest advantage is that their weapons and armor do not need to be distributed by the clan."
"Oh, we have some rich Garda warriors who don't need clans to distribute them." Master Masaphi replied.
"It's not just that, Mr. Masaphi,"
Lauren naturally knows how to explain it,
"The knights can endure the boring land march better than us Leyton people and are faster. Moreover, we and the southern knights are equally tenacious in will, because we all know that we are fighting for ourselves.
However, the knights and sergeants in the south were more unified in their will. They were elite, more disciplined, and easier to command. "
Mr. Masaphi said with some disdain: "Lauren, no one is easier to command than a slave, but a slave is not a good soldier."
"No, that's not what I mean, Mr. Masaphi. Actually, I only have one meaning."
Seeing this, Luo Lun said bluntly:
"The institution of chivalry is better adapted to this believing land than we are."
As a traditional Laytonian who drinks fine wine, Mr. Masaphi cannot quite understand this.
"What, are they better at fighting than us?"
Mr. Masaphi asked in disbelief.
"They know how to fight on the walls better than we do."
Laurent said word by word,
"On the ground, they can not only fight on foot, but also know how to charge on horseback. Together with their attendants, they can form combat teams, which are like a flexible and sturdy chariot."
"Mr. Masaphi, you should be able to see that on the city wall, when we Leyton people faced off against the knights, we repeatedly suppressed them, but were always disturbed by his attendants, throwing stones or bows and arrows, and finally died of hatred."
After the words fell from his ears, Mr. Masaphi also recalled that the facts were indeed as Lauren said, and he seemed to remember that Dosak was among them, and he also died due to the interference of the knight's attendants.
"We are invincible in plundering, and we are invincible in battles with one or two thousand people, but... what if the scale is expanded..." Laurent asked.
Master Masaphi shook his beard, and the pride of the Leden people rose in his heart. He said: "Believe me, Laurent, as long as we Leedon people are not on the city wall, we will be unfavorable."
After hearing this, Luo Lun tried to persuade him with an example: "Remember, Mr. Masaphi, those cavalrymen of the Shaqipo people... They are brave but scattered. The more they fight to the back, the less organized they are, so we rely on They stood in array and raised their shields, and they succeeded every time.
But... the knights are different. The knights even have armor on their horses, and they also have armor on their bodies. They are more disciplined and better able to charge than the Shaqipo people.
When the number of people is small, we Leyton people can easily defeat us with our bravery, but what if the number of people is large? "
However, no matter how Lauren explained it, as a traditional Leytonian, Master Massaphi still had difficulty understanding how much better the chivalry system was than the Garda warriors of the clan, maybe a little better.
But Mr. Massaphi believes that the knight's slight advantage is enough to be overcome by the bravery of the Leyton people.
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