"Bastard, you guys are suicidal for this kind of behavior, you know!"

Accompanied by the terrible screams of the Slavs, and the disgusting smell of roast meat that filled the air, I fiercely reprimanded the three bulls standing in a row in front of me with my hands behind my back.

Of course, Luo Luo was scolded, who told him to expose his naked behavior in front of thousands of enemies and friends!

The bull swallowed and foamed, and finally couldn't help but retort in a low voice: "I remember that your lord said that you must know how to act cheaply on the battlefield, and the so-called generals will not be subject to the orders of foreign kings." ”

"No fart! I actually learned to be stubborn! ”

I was so angry that I jumped to my feet, pointed at the bull's nose and scolded him so that he couldn't raise his head: "Did I still say that strict discipline, orders and prohibitions, even if you win beautifully, what is the use of me just wanting this victory without people, if you lose, it's a big deal to surrender, so I can save my life, and if I break my siblings, why do I use to live?" Smooth and slick as a meat shield corpse! ”

The bull pursed his lips with tears in the corners of his eyes, and Yaroslav and Rollo couldn't help but be moved, they understood that the reason for the Duke's anger was not because he did not obey the order and acted on his own, but because he was worried about losing his henchmen.

"Are your hands alright?"

I still glared angrily, but softly spoken, and asked Yaroslav with concern that he had burned his left hand while helping Rollo, and that the hot oil had almost consumed his entire arm.

"I asked someone to send you badger oil, apply some to it so that it doesn't suppurate, and the next time you save others, pay attention to protecting yourself first, wouldn't it be better to have the best of both worlds?"

Yaroslav nodded, turned his back and quietly wiped his tears, and I looked at the three agitated henchmen with relief, knowing that I had won their loyalty.

"Burned by this fire, Grand Duke Mieshko should have come to an end with the collection of troops, the losses of the heavy cavalry and the Slavs are too great, especially the high morale has been hit, he needs a little breath, we also hurry up and prepare for the war again, and the next battle will be started, we will never be as lucky as today."

I turned to listen to the trumpet of the Poles retreating, and suddenly it dawned on me that the smoke of the battlefield had a different style, and what a blessing I was grateful to have survived!

In the small private room in the castle hall, separated by bags full of supplies, I sat on a chair and tore the hard black bread and threw it into the plate to make soup, and the bull sat on the ground in turn, and concentrated on cleaning the thin broth on his plate, and crammed several pieces of stone-like bread with a wide neck, and my appetite was not affected by the strange smell of the hall.

Since the beginning of the siege, I have announced a strict rationing of food, receiving food according to the rank of the elderly, women, children, and combatants, limiting two meals a day, and distributing the supplies stored in the city as reasonably as possible, until the arrival of help or the relief of the enemy.

The castle hall was also freed up to house the Lyutich who had taken refuge, hence the aforementioned strange smell.

Dozens of people who don't take a bath, don't brush their teeth, and don't wash their feet, huddle in a poorly ventilated room and burp and fart, and the food doesn't need to be dipped in salt.

I had no appetite any more, and handed the remaining half-laden bread to the bull, who was still licking the plate, and stared at the dead flies floating on the broth, and after a long time commanded Rollo:

"I will send an attendant out of the city to contact the Poles, and I will negotiate with Grand Duke Mieszko the terms of surrender, tentatively at noon tomorrow."

The bull's hand that stuffed bread into his mouth stopped in mid-air, and before he could put it down, he shouted: "You want to surrender? We will definitely be able to survive until the reinforcements come, please insist on not giving up! ”

Yaroslav and Jensen also stopped eating, staring at me with blank eyes, and they didn't want to bow their heads and admit defeat.

"I've already decided on this."

I pushed away the plate in front of me and said earnestly to a few henchmen: "But you can't relax your preparations, tomorrow I'll take Luo Luo over alone, give him a one-handed meeting, and personally meet the old thing who gave birth to two turtle sons." ”

"Remember, negotiation is also a delaying tactic, you must make good use of the time you gain, if I am detained, I will fight to the end, the more you fight, the more the Poles will not dare to do anything to me!"

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On May 15th, the day after the Harvest Prayer Festival, the weather continued to be sunny and the warm breeze cared for everything in the world, gradually growing cute little fur, and the creatures evolved into childhood, just like the human beings who fought in the room, childishly pinning their hatred on the war of life and death.

The sun rises energetically into the sky, spreading its light and heat, and it is a good day to be comfortable and restrictive.

In the open space under Neustadt Castle, there are still traces of yesterday's battle, everywhere is in shambles, there are still unburned flames billowing black smoke, the traces of the fortress on the line have been blown away, the trenches are filled with ashes and wood chips, the Poles have been cleaning up the charred corpses all over the ground last night, and since the morning their chaplains have been shaking the broken bells in their hands and praying for the souls of each of the dead.

These volunteers, who had traveled thousands of miles from the Vatican to Polania to eradicate paganism and spread Christianity, had already understood that this era was an irreparable hell, that the coming of the Messiah was far away, that they would have to survive until the day they ascended to heaven, that there was no choice but to send people under the fence, and that the greedy nobles would bear the blame for the endless killing.

I spent the whole night staring at the busy spider overhead, and it made a seemingly whimsical decision to weave a large web on the side of my bed, which seemed to have the attraction of human sweat and the mosquitoes more willing to visit.

So it worked tirelessly to connect the spider silk to the opposite pillar, fell again and again and failed, and then started again without care, perhaps in its capacity is almost incalculable, and the word is not abandoned at all in its brain, only the certainty of finally completing the purpose.

I rested my head on my arm and froze. I even let my most hated spider land on my face several times, and the six arthropods gave me an itchy touch on the skin, but I didn't respond.

I rolled my eyelids, and the never-give-all spider was already weaving the web.

"Is this a revelation from God?"

I asked myself in my mind, "Have you decided you want to give up?" Or do you want to keep going? The savior's drama finally can't be played, right? ”

The four question marks didn't find an answer, they just hung there and fluttered, probably never answered, but life still had to move forward, and time fell to the ground in the moonlight, and then quickly slipped away along the edge of the floor.

I know that the day is about to dawn, the time left for my choice has run out, and whether to live or die has always been a perpetual question, and only the truly strong can enjoy the bargaining power.

And I must become a strong man, not the angry youth who underestimated the enemy and ventured into the brain, the unplanned future is like a ship that has lost its helmsman, running to the dark and suddenly waking up, there is already a steep iceberg ahead, the Titanic, which is known as the unsinkable, has not also disappeared into the cold waters of the North Atlantic? In this world where the jungle eats the strong, striking iron still needs its own hardness.

One last time rejecting the bull's request for an escort, I put on the coat sewn in golden bearskin, gracefully held the long sword studded with gems hanging from my waist, and walked to the door of the hall to bask in the morning sun.

In the open space of the castle courtyard, people were running around with timber and sandbags, busy reinforcing the thin walls, I was worried that the civil structure would be difficult to stand under a volley of long-range projectile weapons from the Poles, two small trebuchets had begun to take shape, the craftsman was directing several soldiers to wind a winch made of cow tendons with a crowbar, and the engineers of the army patted their chests to ensure that they could throw hundreds of pounds of stone bullets at the enemy position, and I was afraid that I would not believe it and took the trouble to display drawings with precise lines, It is clear that he bullied the Duke and failed in higher mathematics.

The guards on duty leaned on their spears with sluggish expressions, as if the preparations in the city were in full swing and had nothing to do with them, and the archers sat behind the battlements and arranged their bowstrings, opening them to try the elasticity and then readjusting them, as if they were caressing their beloved lover.

This long shot composed of small people slowly stretched into the distance, and the sound of the trumpets of the soldiers was heard from the Polish position, and the sense of touch and hearing gradually returned, my ears were filled with noisy noises in an instant, the dust brought up by the soldiers running to the ground, and the crying of children in the hall was awakened, always reminding myself of my heavy responsibility.

"Let's go!"

I took the reins handed over by Jensen, jumped on the mount with the saddle, and looked at the imaginary mirror in the void to check my dress, so that I could not lose my identity and not make the other party feel unvalued.

Rollo unfurls the Nijmegen Wyvern banner and orders the soldiers to open the gates, while the heralds on the walls blow a rapid trombone, and moments later the Polish position replies with the same horn sound from a distance, marking the official beginning of the meeting between the two lords.

I threw the reins and hurried my horses to their feet, and rushed out of the city gates with the shape I had been thinking about for a long time last night, and Rollo followed with the banner of Nijmegen, and the two horsemen ran around the layers of trenches outside the city and along the path that the Lyutich had dodged away.

The attendants of Grand Duke Mieshko had already arranged a pergola in front of their home camp to shade the sun, planted a white flag marking the negotiations, and waited for the arrival of the two great nobles.