Art kicked away the Lombard soldiers who rushed over, then took a step back and escaped behind the guarded soldiers, "Shield the enemy!! ”

After giving the order, Art covered his stomach, and the kick he had just kicked was so hard that the wound that was pierced by the short spear was broken, and the blood soaked through the cotton cloth wrapped around his waist.

"Close the door!" Art held his stomach in his right hand and closed a wooden door with his left hand. At the gate, the leader of the Tuba squadron, who was waiting to charge the Lombards in the inner castle, Bangda, listened to Yat's order, stopped, turned back, and closed the gate of the outer wall together, cutting off the Lombards' way of life.

"Bangada, guard the gates, not a single Lombard can escape!" Art ordered Bangada to guard the gate, and then climbed the wooden ladder up the stone wall with his stomach covered.

"Archers shoot freely, being careful not to injure their own people by mistake. And all the rest of the men will go down to me to besiege the Lombards. Art sent all the soldiers who remained on guard on the stone wall to take part in the battle to encircle the enemy, while he himself snatched the bow from one of the archers beside him, drew a light arrow, and fired an arrow at the Lombards under the wall......

Although the battle under the outer walls took place very suddenly, the victory was already decided, and there were only about twenty Lombard soldiers, and there were still the first forty or so soldiers who were on guard around the farm; The Lombards had experienced many years of warfare, but the soldiers under Arte, either mercenaries in a hundred battles or elite legionary soldiers who trained and fought day in day, could not win when they were outnumbered.

However, the Lombards did not intend to fight the enemy from the beginning, they only planned to use tactics to escape, trying to survive without surrendering.

In a moment, the battle was indeed coming to an end, and as the Lombard defenders fell one by one, there were fewer and fewer people who could resist.

Andrew led his squad of soldiers to close the three Lombards step by step, the tip of the halberd in his hand had already stabbed into the abdomen of a Lombard, and the Lombard soldiers held the halberd tightly with both hands to prevent the spearhead from going deeper, with a painful and hideous expression on his face.

"Kill them all!!" Ron stood up from the ground with his cheek cut by a dagger and commanded Andrew.

Listening to the order, Andrew and the others directly grabbed their short spears and slashed their swords and axes, killing all the Lombard soldiers who were cornered.

Beneath the back wall of the farmstead, Baron Schmidt and five or six Lombard soldiers fought and retreated, and now there was no way out.

A protracted national war promoted him from a knight to a baron, and in addition to constantly offering captured gold and silver treasures to the lord, Schmidt was also very talented.

But even if it is a great combat power and superior talent and resourcefulness, at such a time, it can only be surrounded and killed.

The most elite guards around him were cut to the ground one by one, and Schmidt finally couldn't hold it anymore, and was hit in the shoulder by Tuba with a hammer, and fell to his knees with a pop.

Tuba also wanted to give this ruthless Lombard nobleman another hammer and send him to God forever, but Otto grabbed Tuba by both hands that lifted the hammer, "It is more useful to keep this nobleman than to kill him." ”

Tuba's hammer did not let go, he still raised it fiercely, and smashed it into the head of the wounded Lombard soldier who fell to the ground, and red and white things splashed everywhere......

"Your Excellency, I am the baron of the legion leader of the Duchy of Lombardy, and I ask for the right of salvation, and you can demand a ransom from the Lombard army or my family in my name, but please guarantee the dignity of a nobleman." Baron Schmidt's arm had just been dislocated by Tuba, and he could only hang one arm and endure severe pain to talk to Art about the rights and rules that a knight should have against a defeated nobleman.

Art crouched in front of Baron Schmidt and looked at the "resourceful" Lombard commander without saying a word, his face very ugly.

"Because of my stupid decision, six more soldiers were killed by my men. And your soldiers will have to pay for your actions. Art said fiercely.

"Otto, let the soldiers kill all the Lombard enemy soldiers on the spot, and not a single one will be left!" Art was not all angry, he knew that it was impossible for these Lombards to stay for his use, anyway, there was already a baron in hand, and those ordinary soldiers would be worthless, so he simply killed them to vent his anger.

Baron Schmidt was anxious, "Your Excellency, since they have surrendered, you should give them mercy. ”

"Kindness? To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself. I gave you a chance to live, but you responded to me with a plot. ”

"Well, my soldier needs some killing to calm the grievances in his heart, and you're lucky because you can keep it and buy it for a good price."

"Lock our Lord Baron Schmidt in lockdown, he's our coffers." Art didn't want to talk to the Lombard nobleman, so he was put down.

Art was not a man to give, and in most cases he gave for a greater reward, such as all the weapons, armor, and food in the entire farm outpost at this time.

The farmstead was an outpost fort for Solburg and a stopover for the Lombards as they marched north to attack the three castles around Aosta, and although the Lombards had not yet begun to stock up on the supplies of their armies heading north, there was still a lot of stuff in the area.

After a preliminary inventory, the farm and several other small outposts seized a total of 35 sets of complete sets of infantry armor (chain mail, cotton armor, leather armor including helmets, etc.), 20 sets of scattered armor, more than 120 pieces of weapons such as swords, axes, hammers, spears, knives and shields, 30 infantry bows, 8 crossbows, 60 bundles of various arrows {50 pieces}, and 50 cans of kerosene;

The hoarding of weapons and armor is not too large, and the seizure of supplies is a pleasant surprise. The Lombards came with the purpose of plundering the wealth of Provence, and in more than two years, even though the soldiers had brought back the greatest proceeds of the plunder, there were still 40,000 pfennighs of money and a large number of silver utensils, as well as looted cloth, spices and valuable goods, of course, the captured Baron Schmidt was worth 100,000 pfennigs, but that money was not something that Art could swallow alone. In addition to the gold and silver goods, 60,000 pounds of hulled wheat were piled up in the storehouses of the farm's inner fort, which would serve as food for the advancing army of Lombardy to the north.

To Art's surprise, there were eight high-quality horses in good condition in the farm's barn, which were supposed to be the battle horses of the Lombard cavalry, and the cavalry rode ordinary military horses to patrol and sentry on weekdays, and these precious war horses were only brought to the battlefield when the cavalry was fighting, but now they all belonged to Art; In addition, Angus led the Sentinel to defeat the cavalry of the Lombard Patrol and captured three Sentinel horses.

The Arte Legion traveled thousands of miles south to a foreign land (except for the Provencal exiles} to participate in the battle, and Arte did not want to treat his soldiers badly, so after collecting weapons and armor, military goods and food baggage, Arte ordered all soldiers in the army {including mercenaries and miscellaneous soldiers) to freely loot some booty, especially those mercenaries, who had not yet gotten used to the rule that Artefan's valuable war catches must be handed in first.

After hearing Art's order to allow him to collect some of the loot on his own, the most excited were of course the seventeen or eighteen mercenaries of the first mercenary squadron, who were recruited to join the Eastern Legion in order to capture more loot on the battlefield.

"With so many guys dead this time, Lord Art finally remembered to let everyone take a sip of soup." A mercenary scavenged the corpse of a Lombard soldier stripped of his armor and weapons on the ground, and everything seemed familiar with such a thing.

"Brother Roger, come along, there are still a lot of good things on the corpse." The mercenaries warmly invited Roger, the first squad leader of the first squadron, to join the raiders.

Strange to say, Roger didn't want to rob the bits and pieces of goods in the corpse with these mercenaries standing on the sidelines, and he couldn't say why, anyway, he just didn't want to eat like these mercenaries.

The soldiers of the other Yate Legions were similar, and after receiving the order from Yate to collect the loot, they did not rush to compete with the mercenaries for the money on the corpses, but stood quietly and watched the mercenaries loot.

Arrogance that can't be said for a reason.

Of course, even the cleanest wheat flour has grains of sand in it.

"It's all a bunch of fools, what a great opportunity to just look at it!"

"I don't care about the others, you must give me more property today, and when the southern expedition returns to the valley this time, I have to build a decent house, marry a big-ass village girl to be my wife, and give birth to a few more sons~" In the inner fort, the baggage officer Spencer rummaged through the money bags and silver crosses, copper spoons and other items hidden on the corpse, while looking forward to a better life in the future.

"Officer, Chief Odo told you to go to him." A soldier ran to the busy Spencer to give orders.

Spencer looked impatient and replied: "The matter of treating the wounded soldiers has been arranged for the guards to do, and the dinner time has not arrived, and the supplies have been counted~ What did Chief Otto tell me to do?"

"I didn't hear it clearly, it seems to say that you should find a place to hide supplies, and the legion will send someone to garrison here tomorrow afternoon~"

"Hmmm! We have to hide some loot first, or the Legion will not be willing to let all the loot go to us. When it comes to matters that concern the interests of the entire Yate Legion, Spencer is unequivocal.

"You guys keep searching for me, be careful." Spencer gave a word to his men and hurried towards where Otto was...... 166 net

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Chapter 191: Spoils of War