In just a dozen minutes, the originally lively camp was left with the moans of the wounded and the sound of weapons inserted into the body when the soldiers finished stabbing.

Simon had no idea of ​​leaving them a way out for these pagan invaders.

These Magyars went deep into the kingdom and were almost entering the Lorraine area. Even if someone escaped and brought the news that these tribesmen were captured by Simon to their chief, the chief would most likely not come to redeem the people with ransom - because they could not guarantee that they would not be torn to pieces by the angry German lords along the way.

In addition, these Magyars do not speak German, and the obscure Hungarian language they speak is as puzzling as alien language in Simon.

Krieg said that he dared to promise Simon that in this vast area, except for these invaders themselves, no one can understand what they are going to say. Of course, people can roughly understand the meaning of the two expressions such as swearing and begging for mercy.

However, it is still a huge problem to not be able to communicate on a daily basis, which means that if the Magyar slaves discussed in front of them how to kill the guards and rebelled, no one would understand and be alert to it. Therefore, Simon had no reason to leave them. Even if they were thrown into the dungeon and held "humanitarian" and detained, they would have to consume food. What's more, this was a medieval era with low productivity. Simon had no reason or motivation to do this. He was no longer the kind and kind newcomer.

"Sir, maybe you can keep the lives of several of these pagans who were slightly injured," Krieg came to Simon with a short axe still dripping blood, and received it between his belt. "These sinners who do not believe in our Lord deserve the rightful verdict, and were displayed on the stolen rack and burned alive."

"This is a good idea," Simon nodded in agreement, and his eyes turned sly, "Let the soldiers leave their lives to the Magyars and put them in the empty boxcar and pull them back to Foldberg. I want my people to see what these evil pagans deserve."

"I will listen to you, my lord."

Occasionally a few thick clouds floated in the sky, and the gloomy forest emitted a strong smell of blood. Terrifying death can be seen everywhere here.

The crows took advantage of the Simon soldiers' time to collect the spoils and bravely landed on the nearby corpse, pecking at the exposed wounds of the corpse with its sharp beak, enjoying a free and rich gift.

Although these Magyars did not have a few decent armor and even the ragged weapons in their hands shook their heads when they saw Simon's village militia, in fact, there were many good things hidden in the hands and waist bags of each corpse.

Most of the Magyars had many copper and silver rings on their fingers. God knew how many innocent people they had harmed. Hanen even took off a gold ring with patterns from the middle finger of the little leader who fell into the cesspool. It looked like he belonged to some unlucky little nobleman, but there were still disgusting stains inside.

Under the supervision of Sergeant Hanen, the soldiers took care of their wounded soldiers in an orderly manner and plundered the enemy's spoils.

At least from the moment, Hanen has not discovered anyone who has privately kept the spoils, because Simon promised before the war that the soldiers would distribute spoils based on their military achievements, and those who have privately kept the spoils will be chopped off if they are discovered.

In the medieval village life where there is no personal privacy, even the risk of hiding gadgets such as rings is high. Ordinary people have no chance to leave the lord's land, and there is no channel to deal with this valuable item that is not specific.

But there are exceptions.

Among the militia picking for the spoils in the corpse, there was a young man with freckles on his face. He had a pair of clever dark green eyes, a golden beard with a cheek and a wide animal-feather hat, and looked harmless. He was just a normal simple country boy.

But he was now taking advantage of everyone's attention and leaving everyone's sight little by little until he "inadvertently" moved to a clever distance where a soldier Hanen could not see exactly what he was doing but did not ask him to roll back. The man bent down and quickly put several rings and necklaces at the foot of a beech tree next to him, and then covered it with dead leaves on the ground beside him.

It was obviously not the first time he did such a thing. After doing all this, he did not look back at whether anyone noticed him like a thief who had just done the wrong thing. He knew that this was a stupid behavior, which was abnormal and would appear to be "no silver here," which would lead to the exposure of the matter.

He tried to make himself look normal, relaxed and natural, plundered 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 thought that their shoes were the safest place, and no one could steal things from a person's heel and soles unless his shoes were broken.

After the search, the boy walked back without blushing, as if nothing had happened just now. This was true. No one noticed what he had done just now, except for a pair of eyes that were hidden in the deep forest watching all this.

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In the evening, the gorgeous sunset dyed the originally blue sky and flawless clouds into orange and fiery red, and the soldiers had already cleaned the battlefield.

The injured were taken back to Feldburg by a carriage in the afternoon, where doctors Arthur Row and Father James would take good care of them, of course, not bloodletting and vomiting, but disinfection and bandaging.

The bodies of the Magyars were buried on the spot, while the bodies of the dead soldiers were moved to a carriage and transported back to the church in Feldburg for funerals.

In the forest, the soldiers carried the last cart of trophy, walking on the opposite road easily or exhausted.

Some people hummed a tune and joked. They were obviously veterans. More new recruits looked bad. These guys experienced blood flushing for the first time and faced the broken bodies and broken limbs. Such visual and psychological impact was too exciting for them.

The soldiers held the front handle of the spear in both hands and let the tail of the spear be dragged on the ground. This is the method of holding the spear when marching in the dense forest. Although it doesn't look very beautiful, it can effectively avoid the risk of the spear being held being stuck by branches too high.

"Sir, we have wiped out most of the pagans, but unfortunately, a few fish that escaped from the net escaped." Little Klein said regretfully following Simon, who was riding slowly on horseback.

"These escaped pagans can't cause much storm," Simon said disapprovingly. "They can only bully the lonely travelers, even the young robbers and bandits. If they dare to step into the village to rob, they may be stabbed to death by the farmers."

"They can't speak our language, so they can't become bandits and join the forest bandits. That is to say, they are unable to move forward in this area and are the public enemy of all Christians. It's difficult for them to return to their hometown." Krieg smiled and used his hand to wipe his neck.

"You're right." Simon nodded in agreement.

When Simon and his soldiers returned to Fort Folder, the fire at the ferry terminal by the river had been extinguished, but wisps of blue smoke were still emitting at this time.

The private soldiers who escorted four captives of Magyar who were tied up kicked them a few times, as if saying: Look at the good things you did.

The kicked Magyar fell to the ground and staggered to stand up. The soldiers next to him let out a ruthless laughter.

Three of these Magyars seemed to know their fate and continued to move forward dejectedly, while one of the younger Magyars glared at the soldiers beside them, looking like they would rather die than surrender.

The wooden village gate of Foldburg was slowly opened by the militia guarding the road, and the village women and children who were standing on both sides of the road waiting for their family to return opened their eyes wide and looked for their familiar figures.

From time to time, there are soldiers who are hugging with their families and crying with joy. Unlike usual, no one here cries sadly because the wounded and the dead have already been transported to the church first, and their families are now gathering in the church.

Four Magyars were taken to the dungeon amid the despises and curses of everyone.

"Go to hell, pagan!" Even the thin monkey-like dwarf Kohler dared to pluck up the courage to run forward and kick them. The funny scene caused the villagers on the side to laugh.

"Krieg, you send all these spoils to the castle warehouse. Father James wants to take care of the injured, so he must have no time to count the spoils. Go and call the stonemason Ryan and let him take over the task." Simon got off the horse, and a horse boy quickly walked forward to take the reins and led "luck" into the horse shed.

"Okay, sir." Krieg nodded and walked towards the cottage where Ryan lived.

It was getting dark at this time, and the wailing of women and the screams of the injured came from the church not far away. Simon couldn't help frowning. Suddenly, a "ding bell" alarm sound came from the village gate. Simon's face changed suddenly. He rushed up the stairs of the castle, holding the wall and looking in the direction where the alarm bell rang.

At the distance between the forest and the plains, an army that was shining with a large number of torches, could not see the specific number of people in the dim sunset was slowly heading towards the direction of Foldberg.

Simon couldn't help but take a breath.

"Woo~"

The melodious gathering horn resounded throughout the night sky, overshadowed the cicadas. The soldiers who had just reunited with their families hurriedly put down the food on the dinner table and returned to their posts to defend their homes.
Chapter completed!