That night, the outpost army of the rebel army was stationed directly in the village where the rebel army had been entrenched.

Angus walked into the stone house in the village with a tired face, came to a broken table in the house, poured a glass of water in front of it, and said, "My lord, the sentry posts around the village have been arranged, and the village has also sent a combat team to patrol in turn."

Art was sitting in front of the fireplace in the middle of the house roasting a pigeon, and the room was full of burnt aroma.

"Sergeant Major, hard work." Art took the stick back, and by the fireplace to see if the pigeon was cooked, and then pulled off half of the roast pigeon with the pigeon's leg and handed it to Angus, "There is ground fine salt in the paper bag on the table, and it tastes better to sprinkle some on it." ”

Angus was also not polite to Art, he had been fighting all day today, and the few pieces of rye bread he had swallowed in a hurry had already been consumed in his stomach, and now he was polite there, so he took the roast pigeon handed over by Art, casually pinched a pinch of refined salt and sprinkled it on it, and swallowed the roast pigeon with a few bites of flesh and bones into his stomach.

Angus picked off a trace of minced meat embedded between his teeth with his fingers, put it in his mouth and chewed it, "It's so fragrant!" Sir, bring me another piece. As he spoke, he tore off another piece of the roast pigeon that was left in Art's hand.

Art hurriedly collected the roast pigeon behind him, "I've been roasting it for a long time before it's ready, you pour it well, you want to swallow it in one bite." Next time, let you eat enough next time. With that, Art turned around and took a bite on the roast pigeon, tearing off a large bite and chewing it into his mouth.

Angus pursed his lips and sucked his oil-stained fingers again, "When you return to the valley at the end of this campaign, you will have to prepare me five roasted pigeons and ten honeyed breads, plus a whole barrel of wine." ”

Art swallowed the roast pigeon in a few sips, drank another glass of water to clear his throat, and replied, "No problem, when you get back to the valley, I will ask Lottie to make you honey bread, and I will roast the pigeon meat for you myself."

After a few jokes, Art regained some seriousness and asked, "Sergeant Major, have you collected all the goods that you have chased?"

Angus also retracted his smile and replied, "The money has been collected, and the few remnants of the rebel army who know about it have all been killed by us."

"I didn't expect this group of rebels to hide so much money, a full 60,000 Dophines, there must be something we haven't recovered, where did this group of mongrels get so much money?" Angus couldn't suppress his excitement at the thought of the large bag of gold cakes and silver coins he had found after pursuing the rebels.

"It is not surprising that this rebel army was under the control of the Lombards, who had slaughtered and plundered the borders of Provence for two years, and who had gathered in their hands an unknown number of blood-stained gold cakes and silver coins. This group of wild dogs, who followed the Lombards in all their wickedness, must have made a lot of money. ”

"Don't mention this matter to anyone else for the time being, if the powerful commanders of the Eastern Legion know about it, we will definitely have to cut off a large piece of meat and share it with them." Art commanded.

Angus nodded, "Okay, I know, except for the Sentinels and Odo, no one else knows, and I also have a banzag order for the Sentinels." ”

Angus remembered the two local lords who had been placed under house arrest this afternoon for disobeying military orders, and asked, "My lord, what about the two knights of Provence?" Do you want to give them some catches? ”

"What else can I do, people have also contributed troops anyway, if they can really deal with these two knights with a single letter, these two guys would have been sent to the war zone by the palace to deal with the Lombards." Art knew that it was impossible to really do anything to the two local knights, so he only "settled" the two of them into a room alone in the name of disobeying the military order, and served good food and drink.

"Then~ Shall we give them some money and send it away?" Angus asked.

Art thought for a moment and replied, "I won't give them a single copper coin for money."

So they were given two thousand pounds of food for the troops. Tell them that because they refused to carry out the order of the army to pursue the remnants of the enemy, so that the remnants of the enemy fled with a large amount of goods and baggage, and now only 5,000 pounds of grain have been collected, and 2,000 pounds is enough for them. ”

"Uh~ In addition, except for a few big leaders left behind, the rest of the captured rebels are handed over to them for disposal, whether they are sent to the Provençal court for rewards or sold as slaves, they can also make a lot of money. Their little combat power is worth so much. You do these things. ”

"Dozens of prisoners of war? It's too cheap for them, why not keep it yourself? Angus was puzzled by Art's move to give away all the prisoners of war, and in the past, Art would select a group of prisoners from among the captives to keep or serve as slaves, but this time Art did not intend to keep prisoners of war at all.

Art replied earnestly: "Sergeant Major, this group of rebels surrendered to the enemy and oppressed their own people when the foreign enemy invaded, they have long lost their loyalty and faith, and I don't want people in my territory who are used to being traitors."

Angus nodded knowingly, "Okay, I see what you mean, I'll deal with those two knight lords." ”

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In the outpost village, near a campfire in front of a large, dilapidated wooden hut, Ron and Tridok were leaning down to polish their notched weapons.

Triduok tried the edge of the dagger and swung it a few times, the wound on his shoulder was torn and painful, "Shh~ It's really unlucky." ”

Ron saw that Tridok's shoulder strap was bleeding a little, and quickly put down his broadsword to re-bandage Tridok.

Triduok, who had been in pain, regained his indifferent expression and said, "Alright, Brother Ron, it will scab over in a while, no need to bandage it anymore."

Ron tightened the straps for Tridork, "It's always good to be careful, Healer Thomas once said that too much blood loss can take away our souls, so it's important to stop bleeding on the battlefield." ”

"How is it possible, if blood can take away the soul, those healers who often bleed and treat patients will not all become death!" Triduok dismisses Ron's words.

"Healer Thomas felt that those healers who could not open the knife and bled at every turn were the Grim Reaper who took people's lives. How many seriously ill patients have you seen who have been bled to death by a doctor? Ron replied.

Tridok thought about it, there are really few people who rely on bloodletting therapy to heal injuries, most of the time the patient's condition worsens after being bled out, and even dies, "That~That's because the patient is too sick~" Tridok himself said a little unconfident.

"Okay, let's not talk about this brain-bothering thing." Triduok glanced at the eight or nine carts, ox carts and donkey carts of various sizes and shapes, in the open space in front of the hut, and asked, "Shall we personally transport the captured grain back to the legion?" How much time is it going to take~"

"Who said this needs to be transported by our army? Our southern caravan has just been repaired in Kitsby recently, and the lord has already sent the caravan over. ”

"Lord Art still has a caravan in Provence?" Triduok knew that Art had a caravan in the Northlands for the southern trade, but he didn't expect one in Provence as well.

"Well, yes. The southern caravan had just been established, and the scale was similar to that of the northern caravan, and it belonged to the European trading house of the old man. ”

"Continental comptoirs? Is it a guild? Triduok was even more surprised.

Ron actually didn't know much about what this European trading house was for, anyway, he only knew that his master relied on this European trading house to make money and raise soldiers, "This European trading house is not a guild, it is~ It is that, the general name of all the goods sales channels, shops, caravans and trade routes under the lord's name." Well, that's what it means. Ron only relayed what he had been told.

"By the way, this European trading house also has the army's money investment, and many officers and soldiers in the legion have handed over the accumulated military salaries to the European trading houses to take care of, according to the Salter steward of the European trading houses, the military salaries invested in the European trading houses will become hens that lay eggs, and at the end of each year, the European trading houses will distribute the fruits and profits according to the amount of money they have invested. The legion provided all the food, clothing, and housing, and everyone's military salary was not spent, so many people paid their military salaries to the trading houses. Ron added.

"Idle military salaries are invested in commercial banks to make money?" Triduok became more and more incomprehensible.

"Well, that's what it means, the master said that instead of letting everyone's military salary stay in the money bag and get moldy, it is better to let everyone's big silver coins follow the trading house to make small silver coins, and when you return to the valley from this campaign, you can also hand over the military salary and war rewards to the trading house to take care of."

"Then did you give the money to the comptoir?" Triduok asked.

"Not yet. My family built a new house in the valley this year, and my parents and I spent our military salaries on the house, and we had no spare money. However, after returning from the south, I will take out the military salaries and rewards I have accumulated and invest them in the trading house. ”

"You~ are not afraid that the trading house will swallow your money, or lose money in business and trade?"

"Uh~ So there are some procrastinating and timid soldiers who dare not invest their money in the trading house. However, all the officers have invested money, and now that our caravan occupies the southern goods trade market and trade routes, it will definitely not lose money, and besides, the adults have promised not to make everyone suffer, so what else do we have to worry about......"

The more the two talked, the more interesting they became, Tridok was another experienced mercenary, and there were endless wonderful stories in his mouth, and Ron was happy to listen to Tridok's battle stories, chatting and chatting unconsciously It was late at night, Tuba who was in charge of the sentry in the first half of the night yawned and came to the two, squatted and stretched his hands on the fire for a while, and said: "Ron, it's time for your squadron to send someone to guard the sentry, there is nothing abnormal in the first half of the night, but standing outside with some frozen hands and feet, the sentry can't make a fire, You'd better let the brothers bring their capes. ”

Ron handed Tuba the half-eaten roasted rye bread in his hand, stood up and patted the dust on his buttocks, and replied, "Okay, I'll take my brothers to pick up the defense immediately, and Big Brother Tuba will sit in my place to keep warm." With that, he left Tuba to make room.

Tuba stuffed a small half of rye bread into his mouth, and said vaguely: "Okay~, I~just~ don't delay, I have to arrange~ the brothers to eat something to sleep and repair, and the sentry guard will be handed over to you." ”

"Put down Big Brother Tuba." With that, Ron picked up his broadsword and tied it around his waist and walked towards the open space campfire that his squadron soldiers had trimmed~