The soldier, wearing a helmet he had picked up from a corpse, carrying a bloodied mace, flung his arm sore from exertion, and walked up to a groaning and struggling Slav.

The opponent was shot by several arrows in the battle just now, and several wounds on his body were gushing with blood, and he had basically lost the possibility of survival, but his strength was not exhausted, and he refused to breathe on the ground that was **** by blood.

The soldier tilted his head to look at the Slavs whose faces were stained with blood or mud, sighed as if he was pitiful, and stood there not knowing what he was thinking, until his partner beckoned him not far away to move faster, and the soldier rushed at each other, and vaguely recognized the head of the blond hair, neatly nailed out a small cone-shaped eye, and at the moment when the hammer was pulled out, the brain paused for a moment, and then gushed out, dyeing the soldier's trouser tube.

The soldiers of Nijmegen bundled up the captured equipment and loaded it into trucks, and the spoils of war were transported back to the country by means of peasants, which was enough to buy themselves a large piece of land.

The captives were gathered together in a dejected manner, each with a rope around his neck, many of which were tied in large and small knots, indicating the ownership of different people.

I had already ordered before the battle that every Slav captured in this battle would be his own slaves, and that men and women, young and old, would be counted in the book of combat exploits, and that after the war they would be converted into uncultivated wasteland, so that the soldiers were highly motivated to fight, and tried not to inflict any fatal wounds on the enemy.

The archers, who did not participate in direct hand-to-hand combat, each received three slaves as a reward for their exploits, and they happily crossed their shoulders and stared at the gathered Slavs, talking to each other about which were strong enough to be slaves, and which were weak and sick, and who could only arrange to see the cattle and sheep, in short, everyone was satisfied with what they had received, and their faces were full of excited smiles.

The leader of the Slavs was a young blonde man, and even as a prisoner, his eyes still radiated a fierce light like a hungry wolf, as if a beast would pounce on you at any moment in his blue pupils, and a terrifying scar slanted from his forehead, dividing the whole face into two asymmetrical parts, forming a hideous setting of yin and yang.

This person is definitely not simple!

This is the thought that unconsciously arises in the heart of everyone who sees him for the first time, and his life is full of many stories of surprise and adventure.

He looked up, and saw that his people, like dogs, were driven together by the Nijmegen soldiers with ropes, and the slightest disobedience was fisted and kicked, and the weaker old men and children let out a painful howl, rolling on the ground in pain, and the impatient soldiers saw that they could not move, and directly drew their long swords and slashed them, wiped the blood stains that were still steaming, and continued to collect the other prisoners of war, the Slavic leader twisted his eyebrows, gritted his teeth and lowered his head.

"Do you want to save your people?"

I rode up to him, and the mud raised by my horse was thrown wantonly on his hateful and convulsive face, humiliated and arrogant.

"God is fair, you invaded the territory of the empire and slaughtered our people, but you didn't expect to end up like this."

"Please tell me your name, please tell me!"

The Slavic leader's drooping blonde hair blocked his eyes, making it impossible to see the expression on his face at the moment, but the voice trembling with anger could not deceive anyone.

"I need to know your name, Frank."

"Presumptuous!"

The bull had long been unpleasant to see this big man who would not surrender, but he did not expect that as a prisoner, he would dare to speak disrespectfully to the duke, and immediately became angry, rushed up and kicked over the Slavic leader whose hands were cut off and tied up, picked up the handle of the axe and greeted the other party with all his strength.

I stared coldly at the scene in front of me, the Slavic leader was indeed a hard bone, his face was covered with blood, and he still gritted his teeth and did not even squeak.

"The trunk of a tree that is too straight is the easiest to break, barbarians, you will be defeated by your pride, and if you look down on any opponent, it will also be equivalent to ruining your own way of life."

I pursed my lips disdainfully, and I had no good feelings for this kind of stunned young man who relied on brute force and fought bravely.

"You want to know my name? Do? Still ready to seek revenge afterwards? It's a pity you don't deserve to know my name. ”

"Franks!"

The leader of the Slavs let out a terrible roar, unstoppable like a burst of fire.

"I want to save my people, please put all the sins on me!"

"Yo! is still a righteous and awe-inspiring nobleman. I grinned, as long as the other party's teeth are loose, there is a possibility of prying open, in view of the current tense battle situation and the urgency of time, I really need the cooperation of the person in front of me, and things that can be opportunistic never go through the normal procedure, this is my philosophy.

"Stop."

I ordered the bull to stop, jumped off his horse with the help of his attendants, walked up to him with his hands behind his back, stared at the shocking wound, and said, "Your people, I can forgive them all, and I will no longer hold you accountable for the crime of attacking the Empire, as long as you help me do this, how about it?" ”

The Slavic leader squinted his blood-blurred eyes, stared at me with the innate pride in his bones, and was silent for a long time before he slowly spoke: "Why should I believe your words, Franks, and think that I have not been deceived badly enough? What if I do what you ask, and your Emperor still holds us accountable? I'm not stupid! Hurry up and tell me your name! ”

"When death is dying, we will talk about conditions." I snorted, and Nunu motioned for the bull to continue beckoning the stubborn Slavic leader, and soon the muffled sound of blunt objects hitting his head continued, and more and more blood gushed from the corners of his mouth, and his neck was red and his internal injuries were severe.

After about ten minutes, because I turned my face to see the soldiers loading the cart, I silently recited the number of six hundred in my heart, and estimated that the fire was almost over, so I waved my hand to stop the bull, walked up to the freshest wound, and plunged the scabbard into it, this time even if the bones of the Slavic leader were hard, he could not help but let out a sharp scream, and his eyes seemed to fall out.

"How's it going, huh?"

I feel like a reactionary with a red-hot soldering iron who coerces and seduces the revolutionary martyrs.

"My time is precious, which means that you are wasting your own chance and that of your people to live."

The Slavic leader let out a long sigh: "I promise you, whatever you ask, Slavs......"

The second half of his words were still in his mouth, and his throat was immediately filled with a low moan, and I thrust the scabbard deeper into his wound, squeezing the voice viciously between my teeth: "Remember to call me Lord Duke!" If you make me unhappy, you'll die too, barbarians......"

It took some more time for the soldiers to clean the battlefield, the captives were tied together by a rope threaded through the lute bones, and the cavalry escorted back to Nijmegen with the trophies in despair, while the rest of the soldiers nervously packed and prepared for their journey.

I ordered all the troops to change into Slavic clothes, and carefully selected a hundred swift and clever soldiers, with the bull as their leader, to rush with me to the meeting place agreed with the pirates.

Kohler, Hans, and Jensen, who had just joined with the peasant soldiers, led the rest of the main force and escorted the Slavic leaders to deceive the nearest Polish castle and fight for a strategic stronghold where they could gain a foothold.

"I don't trust this person, the undisguised hatred in his eyes will definitely ruin our good deeds!"

Kohler held the quiver box on his waist, and while helping me sort out the chain mail on my body, he said: "This kind of person will definitely not be kept, it is better to chop it with a knife." ”

I smiled at the corners of my mouth, tightened my belt, and adjusted my sword to a comfortable position: "You're right, he will indeed betray us, and the Poles are not stupid, they will definitely see the flaws, and your sneak attack will eventually turn into a protracted siege." ”

"Then why do you want us to go on an adventure?" Kohler asked, confused, knowing that his strength would not be able to capture the castle before enemy help arrived.

"Because I need someone to divert the attention of the Poles, and by the way, to mobilize back the main forces surrounding His Majesty the Emperor, and the enemy will inevitably divide his troops to rescue when he sees a fire in the backyard." I patted the hem of the chain mail and dusted it off, the locks clasping together and clanging.

"The more lively your side is, the safer the march on my side will be, and I will touch Gniezno under the noses of the Poles and take them by surprise!"

"Understood, my lord, you can go with confidence, I will take care of everything here."

Knowing his mission, Kohler nodded with relief, patted his chest and assured me: "I will help you delay the time as much as possible, maybe there is still a chance to really take the enemy's castle." ”

"That's the best, rely on the castle to defend, and you can deal with the enemy for a while."

I took the reins of the horse handed by Rollo, jumped on the horse, and turned back and added: "After I am gone, you will be the commander of this army, and you must think twice about everything, and do not be greedy for merit." ”

Kohler put his right hand into a fist on his chest and bowed his head, and I touched the edge of my helmet in return, kicking the horse's belly and chasing the bull that had been pulled away.

Swordfish Ebrey waited at the agreed place as scheduled, and although his pirates did not understand why their leader led them to the coast of Poland, where they had not plundered for a long time and had little oil and water, none of them dared to question Swordfish's decision.

Ebrey frowned, staring at the Nijmegen soldiers who appeared on the other side of the estuary, and the shadow under his eyebrows deepened, perhaps because the killers Leonardo sent to him to supervise the execution of the plan were pressed too hard, or maybe he couldn't get rid of the restraint of the drooping old man in Nijmegen Castle, in short, until we were picked up by the pirate boat parked on the river, the swordfish never stretched his brow, and his expression was more uncomfortable than that of a dead mother.

"We went up the river and through a tributary deep enough to sail through a tributary that was deep enough to reach Gniezno."

I made a simple assigning of the Nijmegen soldiers and pirates, and then everyone pulled anchor, and the swordfish crouched beside me to point the course, and two expressionless men in black stood close to me.

"Good."

I patted myself on the broadside boat that could carry twenty soldiers, and nodded to Ebrey: "The rest is up to you......

(End of chapter)