Rudolph's eyes were so smoked that he could hardly open it. He opened his eyes hard and saw a hellish scene. His soldiers turned into balls of flames, whirling in the flames and turning into scorched earth. The undead people let out heart-wrenching screams, and even the Swiss, who were enemies, couldn't help but feel terrified.

"This is a little scary." Julian also showed a terrifying expression on his face. Even though he helped Arod fill the asphalt himself, he felt that he had done something terrible. He couldn't help but cut a cross on his chest with his fingers and confessed his sins to God.

"Well, what I did was a bit too much." Aruod frowned, but this was his only opportunity and method. If it were the other party, he would definitely use the asphalt weapon without hesitation. Thinking of this, Aruod raised his spirit and signaled to Julian that he could launch a final blow to the German mercenaries. However, Julian was a little lost. He came back to his senses after Aruod made a sound. He placed the bow and arrow in his hand at his feet, then raised the flag stuck on the ground and waved it vigorously. Seeing the waving flag, the Swiss retreated to a safe place picked up their weapons and shouted at the German mercenaries who had almost lost their combat effectiveness. No one would miss such a thing as picking up the bargain.

"Woo, guys who should go to hell." Rudolph's face was darkened by the flames, and his proud beard was burned bare by the flames. When the flames rushed out from the ground, fortunately he hid in time to where the fire was not concentrated. Even so, burning asphalt was stuck on his body, and he finally wiped out the flames. When he came to his senses and tried to command the remaining troops, he saw the Swiss people on the opposite side rushing up with a spear and screaming, stabbing the brothers who had lost their resistance to the ground. The vicious Swiss people were not ruthless even when they treated the surrendered enemies and killed them on the spot, which made Rudolph curse in a furious manner.

"What are these Swiss people doing? They slaughtered all the surrendered prisoners?" Arod saw that the Swiss stabbed the enemy who had obviously put down their weapons to death, which made him very puzzled. You should know that prisoners are also a great fortune, and they can make a fortune whether they sell them to slave merchants, or to mines and sea ships to become laborers.

"This seems to be a tradition of the Swiss, and they do not keep captives." Julian explained to Arod.

"Oh, why didn't you say it earlier?" Arod slapped his thigh and looked helplessly at the battlefield like a slaughterhouse below. A fortune disappeared into the hands of the persistent Swiss people. It was better to regard these German mercenaries as strong labor. Only when Arod came to this era Arod realized how many Europeans lacked labor.

Just when Arod was still depressed, the leader of the German mercenary was already strung on the Swiss spear. Captain Rudolph was besieged by four Swiss mercenaries. Even if he was furious like a lion, he could not save the fate of death. A spear first stabbed into his left thigh, taking advantage of the moment when he was distracted. Another spear stabbed into his back, and the other two were inserted from his chest. Four Swiss spear soldiers used their guns to pick up the strong mercenary leader.

, in the throat of Rudolph's last breath, swallowed his last breath, his eyes glared like a copper bell, as if he was extremely unwilling to die. Captain Johnberg walked up and quickly cut off his neck with his sword. Then he inserted his head on the tip of the gun, and saw that his captain's head was inserted at the tip of the gun. The remaining German mercenaries who were still resisting completely collapsed. Those who could escape were looking for a way to escape, and those who could not escape died under the Swiss gun.

"This is impossible, why is this happening?" Robert did not enter the depths of the wild boar's beak valley. He just rode his horse around his entourage and watched the whole process on a higher rock. When the flames rose from the ground, he thought that his behavior had been punished by heaven. Although he was wearing a monk's robe, he sneered at faith from the bottom of his heart. He couldn't help but pinch the cross and murmur praying. But soon when he saw Arod's flag dancing and the Swiss raised his gun to charge, he immediately understood that this was a secret weapon of the enemy, but it was too late. The mercenaries he had worked hard to feed with a lot of money were destroyed on the flames. Looking at the Germanic mercenaries who were defeated and Captain Rudolph was inserted on the gun, he understood that his failure was destined.

"What should we do, Your Excellency, and withdraw to the monastery?" At this time, the one-eyed man who was always hiding in the shadows asked him.

"No, there are no soldiers guarding the monastery, and those cowards who attempt to oppose me will be impatient to hand me over in exchange for the understanding of the Wendell family. Now I will go back to the death. We are going to leave here, I know where to go, and I have a gift for my new asylum." Robert immediately made a judgment in his heart. He turned his horse's head and whipped it hard with a horse whip, and the mount flew out like an arrow, and the head of the former Saint Fonso Monastery escaped from the battlefield without any loss.

"Victory." Arod looked at the heraldic flag representing Robert's family and fled from the battlefield, and the direction of escape was not the direction of the monastery. It seemed that the wise president of the monastery wisely gave up his monastery and chose to escape.

"Victory, victory~~~." The victors on Arod's side couldn't help but cheer for victory. They held their weapons high and did not hide their joy for victory. As warriors on the battlefield, they deserved to enjoy this moment. After cheering, what remains is to clean up the battlefield, rescue the injured companions, and the bodies of the victims.

Arod walked in the camp temporarily set up by the Swiss mercenaries. The tent was filled with wounded soldiers who were suffering from "shenyin". The dead and peaceful people were buried near the wild boar's mouth valley, guarding the place they had fought. The devout Swiss asked the only monk who had let go who fell while fleeing and made dying prayers for these dead compatriots. When the voice of the monk's professional dying prayer sounded, even Arod couldn't help but be moved.

But what moved him even more was that the Swiss actually found a big tree. They tied a linen rope into knots on the branches of the big tree. When it fell down, Aruod understood that it was clearly a rope that hanged people, but why did they tie up nooses on the tree? The enemies they could kill were killed, and only one monk was still praying for their compatriots at the end of their lives. But does hanging a monk need so many nooses?

"Bring them up." Johnberg put his hands on his waist, his brows frowned, and his face was extremely serious and cold. He saw that the Swiss who could move were surrounded by the trees. They were talking to each other with their spears, with their faces equally cold. At Johnberg's order, several Swiss people were brought up. They were removed from their weapons, and their faces were depressed. There was a young Swiss mercenary who looked only a teenager, thrusting and crying.

"Captain, please be kind and let me go, for God's sake." Some people fell to the ground and begged John Berg in every way regardless of the escort from the two strong Swiss compatriots begged.

"You should know the rules." But John Berg didn't even look at him. He looked at his companions who had fought side by side on the ground with cold eyes. He knew everyone here, his neighbor, his playmates from childhood to adulthood, and even his own relatives. However, these were useless in the face of the rules. He firmly believed that only under the constraints of the rules could he and his mercenaries survive in this era of frequent wars.

"Oh, no." Several mercenaries were forcibly dragged onto the noose. Their heads were covered with noose and their feet were stalking ale barrels. Even if they wailed and begged, the Swiss compatriots around them remained silent.

"What are they going to do?" Arod looked at the slaughtering Swiss people in surprise. He turned his head and asked Julian, who knew the Swiss more.

"Those are deserters on the battlefield. In the Swiss country rules, those who abandon their compatriots and flee on the battlefield will be hanged in public and let their compatriots be despised by their compatriots." Julian shrugged and said to Arod. Even if he knew the Swiss, he felt incomprehensible about this strict rule. There are few such strict rules in the entire Europa mercenary team. Killing a mercenary is equivalent to weakening the strength of the mercenary team, and it is normal to flee during battle. The usual mercenary team is at most caught and whipped.

"Well, this is a warning to a hundred. It is said that when the Romans were in a tight war, they would use ten kills and one method to strictly enforce military discipline. These Swiss people are so tenacious and warlike, it seems that these strict rules play a role." Arod couldn't help but look at these Swiss people with admiration, but they didn't even let go of their teenage children. This was a bit too strict, but this was the internal affairs of the Swiss mercenaries, and as an employer, he had no right to interfere.
Chapter completed!