Bruce's eyes fell on the wounded serfs who were still on the muddy ground, and the slave trade was perfectly legal in an age where slaves still existed.

"How about these wounded serfs in your goods as well?" Bruce said to Kevin Sr.

"But, they won't survive tonight." Old Kevin was crying and mourning, and it was raining coldly, and with no one to take care of them, these wounded serfs would surely die that night.

"No, I'll help you save them, but you have to give me this part of the cost." Bruce laughed, turned his horse and ordered Stukov and the others to lead the militiamen to escort the spoils of war to their camp, and at the same time sent out a few copper coins for the miscellaneous soldiers to transport the wounded soldiers back to the camp.

It was raining so hard that the nobles and soldiers could only huddle in their tents and wait patiently, and Bruce and the others were no exception, but they did not return to their respective tents to rest, but instead gathered in Bruce's tent.

"It's a goddamn rain that just came at the right time." Edward complained, Anne was putting some food on a wooden plate, a rabbit meat that had been roasted a long time ago was placed on the wooden table, and Anne skillfully cut the meat with a knife and placed it on the plate.

"That's right, I almost lost, I didn't expect a rebel army of serfs to be so tenacious." Stukov picked up his glass, he reached for a slice of meat from his plate and put it in his mouth to chew.

"Master Bruce." Anne frowned and picked up the meat from her plate and placed it in front of Bruce.

"Well, Lord Duke is too light this time, but we also have to sum it up." Bruce nodded, picked up the meat with his hand and ate it, and at the same time took the wine glass that Anne handed over, the wild game always has a taste, and wine can suppress this taste.

"We should have played very well, and the other adults are much worse than us." Splitting Dun Danny stretched out his big fan-like hand, grabbed a whole roasted hare, and said vaguely while eating it.

"Lord Baron, at first I didn't understand why you were using such a rudimentary wooden spear to equip your guys, but when the rebel chariots appeared, I kind of understood." Stukov said as he looked at the people in the tent with his own one eye.

"I see." Splitting Dunny and the others were stunned when they heard this, they looked at Bruce and suddenly realized, they all thought that Bruce was able to guess the enemy's movements in advance.

And Bruce, although he wondered in his heart, looked down and looked calm and calm by drinking, which made the others feel even more inscrutable when they looked at him.

"Do you think there are flaws in phalanx combat?" Bruce wanted to know more about the effect of the actual combat of the Grington phalanx, after all, the phalanx was invented by himself, and he would definitely have a certain bias, so he asked others.

"Huh?" Stukov, Edward, and Shield Splitter Danny and others looked at each other, Grintton's phalanx on the battlefield today can be described as famous, stabilizing the battle situation at the last critical moment, if you say bad things about the phalanx at this time, wouldn't it make Bruce very faceless.

"It's okay, you tell the truth." Bruce also saw the hesitation of several people, and he said magnanimously.

"Well, Lord Baron, I'll tell you the truth, in terms of defense, the Glinton phalanx can be said to be flawless, but when attacking, it is very slow and inflexible." Stukov first said that he was born in the sea, spent half of his life on the sea, experienced many naval battles, and knew that in naval battles a large ship may not necessarily be able to fight, in fact, pirates prefer flexible small boat combat.

"That makes sense, and I think we should add some ranged soldiers, otherwise if the enemy throws them with bows and arrows, our people will be completely targets without shields." Edward also spoke his mind, the phalanx was motionless when defending, but the dense crowd would be the best target for archers.

"Yes." Bruce put down his wine glass and touched his chin, the opinions of the retainers are very beneficial, he originally designed the Greenton militia according to the Western phalanx, but the battle on the battlefield is ever-changing, and I am afraid that one trick will not be eaten all over the world.

"Lord Baron, the miscellaneous servants have brought in all the wounded soldiers, what should we do?" At this time, Kevin Sr. and White walked outside the tent and said to Bruce.

"Annie, you ask Mavis to prepare the herbs and call some people." Bruce turned to Anne.

"Yes, Lord Baron." Anne bowed to Bruce and hurried to Mavis to prepare for the wounded soldier.

"Hmm." Looking at the back of Annie who was leaving, Bruce pondered whether he should take the opportunity to train a female nurse on the battlefield.

While Bruce was having a battle summary meeting with his retainers, the White Knight and Woolf stood in front of the fireplace and talked about the battle today, compared to the dukes and vassals who could only pitch tents in the field, and they occupied a house of escaped nobles.

"Crackling~~." Dry wood burned in the fireplace, the room was filled with the groans of wounded soldiers, some women were helping to bandage their wounds, and the house was filled with the smell of blood.

"We played well today and hopefully when the rain stops, we can beat the Duke of Bemessi completely." The White Knight wrapped himself in a cloak and said to Woolf.

"It's really not protected by the god of war, if the duke's army is defeated today, we can establish a foundation in this place." Woolf shook his head with a sad face, he knew that the serfs were able to draw with the Duke's army by complete luck and the explosion of the White Knight's character, and in the long run these serfs would not be able to hold out until the next battle.

"You don't seem to have faith anymore." The White Knight smiled in his helmet, he knew Woolf's worries in his heart, but he couldn't let go of the reluctance in his heart.

"Your Highness is not good." At this moment, the voice of Carlos came from outside the door, and he walked through the house in a panic, and crossed his legs over the wounded soldiers lying on the ground.

"What's going on?" The White Knight asked curiously.

"Yes, it is so, many people fled on a rainy night." Carlos looked around vigilantly, whispered to the White Knight's side.

"Really?" The white knight didn't seem surprised when he heard this, serfs were not warriors, these farmers who had cultivated the land all their lives, maybe they could fight the nobles with a sense of anger, but after seeing the bloodshed of the battlefield, it was normal for them to be timid.

"What should we do next?" Carlos looked nervously at the White Knight and asked him.

"Woolf?" The White Knight did not answer immediately, he looked at Woolf instead.

"Ha, that's a good thing." Woolf wasn't as scared as Carlos was, and he grinned.