Swallowing food in a place filled with blood and fear, even the strongest prisoners in their hearts would be terrified, and more than forty fresh lives were turned into mutilated corpses in a short moment, such a brutality that the prisoners did not expect.

The frightened prisoners held a slightly oven-warm rye bread in one hand and a wooden bowl filled with porridge or water, but most of them, except for a few who were really hungry and thirsty, refused to speak.

It wasn't until the guys who had finished eating the food sat soundly asleep that the rest of the people dared to put the already cold wheat porridge to their noses and sniffed and sniffed and sniffed before carefully tasting a few bites, and then there was a sound of sucking and chewing.

After lunch, the men took away the wicker frames of the barrels, and left the clay plates and bowls to the prisoners, which were given cutlery for their food.

After the soldiers had left, the charity-looking officer, who had no weapons on his body, came to the hut again, and his attitude was more subdued, and several soldiers in the same costume around him also went into the hut to talk to the prisoners, so that everyone could rest in peace, and promised that as long as they did not cause trouble, they would eat rye bread and drink a few glasses of wine once in a while.

The prisoners crowded in the wooden shed had never seen such a group of people behaving strangely in an army, and they didn't know what the meaning of these people's actions was, but under the relief of this group of people, everyone's hanging hearts slowly relaxed, holding dishes in their hands, at least indicating that their heads could still be kept for food.

Throughout the afternoon, the prisoners were crowded in the wooden shed to rest in the shade, during which several men of the house also sent seven or eight buckets of water to quench everyone's thirst, and at noon, the group of murderous black-robed soldiers finally withdrew from the camp to continue to guard outside the fence, and there were only a few white-feathered iron-helmeted soldiers with broadswords at their waists patrolling back and forth in the camp.

The thorns had all turned into corpses in the mass graves outside the camp, and the rest of the people were instantly honest, and several guys didn't even dare to run out to excrete and urine, so they had to touch the corners of the wooden shed and solve them quietly......

A two-story house in the south of Brammon, which was originally the shop and granary of a grain store in the city, but due to a sudden invasion of Swabia, the grain store owner closed the grain store and fled to Jonah to escape the war.

After the Welsh Regiment entered Bramont, it was borrowed from Viscount Jon as a barracks for the medical corps and a recuperation place for the wounded soldiers of the army.

In the basement of the grain store, Thomas, a military doctor, had unkempt hair, and even his clothes were soaked in the strange smell of herbs and solvents.

He had a thick double layer of linen on his head, and a large bag bulged out of his mouth and nose, because between the two layers of linen were filled with deodorizing materials such as mint and lavender.

On a wooden table in front of Thomas, dozens of bottles and cans of different colors of potion and soup of unknown origin were contained, and around the basement there were many strange utensils and tools, all of which were treasures that Thomas would never leave, and a riding horse and a cart and pack donkey that the legion had given to Thomas were all used by him to load these things, and from the beginning of the valley to the present, Thomas has more and more of these things around him, Because the healer's greatest hobby in the march to heal the wounded was to look for healers, alchemists, and barbers everywhere he went, and then spend half of his salary to replace these things from those people, and even more so, the fellow occasionally went to visit the wizards in the dark corners of the city.

Fortunately, it was in the army, or fortunately, it was in the Wells Legion in Art, and Thomas's strange behavior in other places would definitely be denounced as heresy.

However, even in the relaxed environment of the Welsh Corps, Thomas had to be cautious, so when choosing a place for the medical team, Thomas's first choice was a house with a basement.

Beside Thomas, a young apprentice was carefully pouring a brown potion from a glass jar into another clay bowl containing pale green rhizomes mashed and strained with water.

The apprentice, known as Little Sparrow, was only fourteen years old, the second apprentice of the parish school that Thomas had selected from the valley, and the little one was very handy, and the key was that he loved to learn the medical skills taught by Thomas, and Thomas wanted to take him with him as a personal apprentice.

The apprentice pinched the bottle in his right hand and approached the edge of the bowl, and a thin stream of brown water flowed into the pale green juice.

Seeing that the apprentice was cashing too quickly, Thomas hurriedly stepped forward to stop it, "Forgot again?" Forgot again!! You can't flow, you have to drop it one by one! And you have to count as you drop, always remember the dosage of the potion! ”

Thomas took the glass bottle in the apprentice's hand, and then demonstrated how to mix the potion himself, "This medicine must be accurately dosed, too little can not exert the effect of the medicine at all, too much of the effect of the medicine will take too fast, and if you forget the dosage of the medicine, it will not be easy to prepare a suitable antidote, and if you can't match the antidote, you will get a human life." ”

Hearing the word "death", the apprentice subconsciously glanced at the corner of the basement and pursed his mouth.

As he spoke, Thomas returned the glass jar to the wooden table, then took a small clay pot and poured the dark brown mixture of liquid into the pot, handed it to the apprentice, and commanded, "Take this to Spencer, and tell him that the potions must be mixed with one hundred and twenty pounds of our own wine, neither more nor less, and that it must be the kind of wine we bring with us." ”

"Originally, it was difficult to control the effect of this medicine, and if the amount of his blending could not be controlled, I would not be able to prepare the antidote and grasp the time. Adults say it will take at least five days for the drug to take effect, which is not easy. ”

"Repeat!" Thomas handed the clay pot into the hands of his apprentice and ordered.

"One hundred and twenty pounds of wine brought by the army must be blended, and each person may drink no more than one-fifth of the blended wine, and it must be drunk before meals." The apprentice replied.

"What else?" Thomas continued.

The apprentice hastened to add, "Anyone who touches this clay pot must wash their hands repeatedly with running water, and after using it, the pot must be broken and put into the fire to burn red and bury." ”

Thomas nodded in satisfaction, "You'll have to follow them the whole time, I don't worry about the rough guys on the baggage team." ”

"Yes, healer." The apprentice nodded, holding the clay pot and going down the stairs out of the basement.

After the apprentice turned to leave, Thomas stretched and rubbed his neck, then looked expectant to a simple wooden bed in the corner of the basement, lifted the shroud, and picked up a sharp razor on the shelf next to him.

Beneath the shroud was a corpse that had not yet stiffened, from the "freedom fighters" who had been slaughtered by the black-robed soldiers in the wooden shed at noon.

"Baby, where did we go? Oh, by the way, it's time to look at your spleen~" The sharp little razor in Thomas's hand reached into the dissected abdominal cavity of the corpse......

In the camp of the commander of the Welsh Regiment in the church square of Bramont, Viscount Jörn personally visited Yate.

The reason why Jon was able to visit Art in person was only because he couldn't complete the recruitment task of the 100 peasant soldiers given to him by Jonah's court, and he just wanted to find Art to get rid of the conscription mission.

“...... Viscount Jon, I won't mention the matter of a hundred peasant soldiers, and I won't mention the weapons and armor of Brahman as much as he can, but the clothes of the prisoners and the forage for the cavalry and horses must be solved by Brammon City, I have already exempted Brammon from the share of a hundred peasant soldiers, you must make up for it in other ways, right? If you can't send people, you will have more money, food and materials. ”

"The pasture of war horses and livestock, I have ordered the requisition of the villages and forts in the territory." Jon replied.

"What about the prisoners' clothes?" Art was more concerned about how to solve the problem of keeping the prisoners warm and dressing in disheveled clothes, he didn't expect the prisoners to be able to train most of their combat strength in a short period of time, at least a uniform uniform.

Viscount Jon, Lord Bramont, sat on a chair at the head of the tent with a glass of wine in his daze, and did not answer Art's words.

"Viscount Jon, you can't let those prisoners go to war naked, can you?" Art was a little angry, this Viscount Jonn did not want to give out neither man nor things.

"Viscount Jon, the military adviser sent by the court is still in my account, and if he asks about the military conscription in Bramont, how shall I answer?" Art finally decided to use Jonah's court to crush the lord who was soft and hard.

It worked.

"If you don't take Jonah's court to oppress me, will I have less soldiers to serve Jonah's court? Two-thirds of the private soldiers in my county have been withdrawn, and all the young and strong people in the territory have been expropriated from the east and west, and I don't know how much land will be wasted this year! And you, Baron Art, after your army was stationed in Bramon, I provided barracks and fodder and firewood, and I did not treat you and your army badly! "Viscount Jonn felt very aggrieved.

Art softened, "Of course, the report I presented to the court did praise you for everything you had done to the Wells Legion and the soon-to-be-formed Jonah Frontier Legion, and the Jonah court would surely remember your loyalty and contributions. ”

"Really?"

"Really!"

"That's as it should be, Brammon has given too much for the East and the Jonah court." Viscount Jonn took a sip from his glass.

"Actually, it's not that I don't want to provide you with clothes, it's just that where can I go to find you five or six hundred sets of clothes for a while? Do you want me to rip off the clothes of my lords and give them to the bastard prisoners? ”

"But there is a lot of linen in the city, but there is not so much dye, and your black burqa needs a lot of dye." Viscount Jonn was relieved.

Art hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, "No need to dye it, you just want any black, linen color, anyway, I don't expect the prisoner to become the Welsh Legion." ”

Jon didn't expect Art to climb down the pole, so he quickly shirked it, "You can't do it without dyeing, there are not enough tailors in the city, how long will it take for more than six hundred sets of clothes and armor to be sewn!" ”

"Tailor? With so many refugees outside the city, it is difficult to choose young and strong, but it is not a problem to choose some women who can sew clothes, right? If you are willing to give them a little food as a salary, they will surely be able to sew enough linen burqas in three or two days! "Art has come up with a solution for Viscount Jon.

"This~"

Art saw Ron, who had lifted the tent tabernacle, and walked towards the tent door and said, "Viscount Jon, thank you for your generosity, then it is settled, and in three days I will send an adjutant to your lord's hall to collect the clothes." I'm going to dispose of the prisoners as you please. ”

So saying, he lifted the tabernacle and went out.

"Ron, are you all ready?" Art asked softly.

"It's all ready, Father Robert has already arrived in the camp outside the city to start instructing the prisoners, and when you arrive, the ceremony will begin."

Art nodded faintly, and led a few baron guards outside the tent towards the outside of Brammon......

“...... Yahweh redeems the souls of his servants; Whoever takes refuge in him will not be condemned. ”

"Beloved, since we have these promises, let us purify ourselves from all impurity in body and soul, and be sanctified in the fear of God......

More than 600 prisoners stood quietly under a wooden staircase in the open space of the prisoner camp outside Bramont and listened to the teachings of Robert Robert, the Commander of the Welsh Regiment.

Robert, dressed in a grey fine linen shirt and holding a thick Bible in his hand, was not loud enough for the prisoners at the foot to hear his prayers.

The prisoners were quiet, not only because the priest was enlightening on behalf of God, but also because the black-robed soldiers were watching all around.

With a Bible in one hand and a sword in the other, such a combination can only be encountered here.

After reading the Bible's aphorisms about redemption and self-redemption, Art and the officers of the Wells Regiment came to the edge of the camp gate and waited.

Robert closed the Bible and handed it to the retinue of friars waiting beside him, then raised his voice and said loudly to the prisoners in the audience: "You are all guilty people......

This sentence is true, not to mention the prisoners in the audience who have been drawn from prisons in various places, even the civilians who have been deceived and captured in the middle of the road do not dare to claim their innocence in front of the messenger of God.

God is merciful, and He has given the world a chance to redeem itself. If you can take up the weapon that God has given you to protect your homeland and bravely defend against foreign enemies in the event of a foreign invasion of the Promised Land, then your souls will be redeemed for eternal life. ”

"Whoever is willing to take up arms in the battle of righteousness, I will petition God to forgive you all your sins when you return from victory, so that your souls may be qualified for the kingdom of heaven."

"You are not warriors, and God will not require you to be in danger forever, only for three months! After three months you will be able to take refuge in peace and enjoy the Promised Land. ”

But these three months are God's test of your faith, and during these three months you must not depart from God's gifts, but anyone who betrays God and faith will be punished. The betrayer's bowels will be shattered by demons, their bodies will rot, and their souls will be cast into hell forever without rest! ”

The prisoners in the audience gasped.

Robert withdrew his serious gaze, turned and turned his gaze to Art standing solemnly at the gate of the camp.

"This is Baron Atwood, the Frontier Baron of the Count of Burgundy, the Knight of the Court Guard, the pious religious guard, and the commander of the Welsh Legion, whom God has appointed as your leader to lead you against foreign invasions and the salvation of your souls."

Robert nodded to Art, who led the officers up the steps and stood beside Robert.

"Lord Art, on behalf of God, I hand over to you these lost lambs waiting for salvation!" Robert nodded slightly at Art.

Art returned the salute, then turned to the prisoners in the audience and shouted, "You are all prisoners sent from all over the world, many of you are already destined to be punished by the execution axe under the guillotine to end your sinful life, and your souls should also be punished by the devil in hell."

But you are fortunate enough to be favored by God, and now you have a chance to redeem yourself. The demonic Swabians have once again waged a criminal war against our sacred land, and we need a band of warriors to take up arms against foreign enemies. And you are the redeemers who are about to become warriors. ”

"The honorable Father Robert has declared God's mercy to you, and I now declare his mercy to you on behalf of the secular rulers."

Arte paused, and the prisoners in the audience also craned their necks and waited for salvation from the world.

"I have petitioned the court of Jonah to send you into the eastern border to defend against the Swabian army, and you will go to battle the Swabians under me and my army. I promise that if you swear allegiance to the court of Jonah for three months, I will declare you innocent and restore your status as free on behalf of the secular rulers. ”

"For these three months you will enjoy my provisions, and I will provide you with food, clothing, and weapons. Those who die in battle will enjoy a dignified funeral, and their souls will ascend directly to heaven; Those who have been wounded in war will be treated by military doctors, and those who have made meritorious contributions in war will also have the opportunity to be rewarded with good people; But since you have become soldiers of my army, you must obey the laws of my army......"

The prisoners in the audience began to get a little excited, and this condition was good enough for them.

Time was pressing, and Art didn't talk too much nonsense, and after a few short words, he moved on to the next link.

Father Robert beckoned the baggage team that had been prepared to carry three barrels of wine to the long table in the wooden shed, and said to the prisoners in the audience: "In order to show God's redemption for you, we have prepared a sweet brew representing the blood of God, and when you drink a small cup of God's blood, you are the redeemer who has been poured into your soul by the light of God."

"Please line up in the hut and receive the blood of God." With that, Robert walked down the steps and into the shed.

The black-robed soldiers began to direct more than 600 prisoners to line up in three columns, and went to the wooden shed in turn to drink the blood of God in the silver wine cup.

Most of the prisoners were brainwashed by Robert's call, and convincing by Baron Art's declaration of redemption on behalf of the secular rulers, so they reverently went into the hut and drank the small glass of salvation wine, and then obediently returned to the open space to wait.

But there are always a few cautious prisoners who are so suspicious of everything in the world that they can't say anything and drink the wine.

The few prisoners who refused to drink and encouraged others not to drink the poison were dealt with by Art was simple - they declared their unwillingness to accept salvation on the spot, and then beheaded them on charges of blasphemy against God and secular rulers.

And they cut off their sinful heads at the edge of the hut.

Things are much easier after cutting two people, and the choice between possibly dying and dying immediately is especially easy for others......

After drinking the "blood of God", Robert ended his mission and left the camp with the personal friars, and the adjutant of the Wells regiment, Odo, led a group of officers to begin to screen and classify, and then according to the roster of prisoners reported from all over the country, the more than 600 people who were slightly visible were divided into ten 50-person flag teams, and the remaining 100 or so eliminated prisoners were used for other purposes......

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Chapter 333: The Way of Salvation