Cleaning up the battlefield was the prerogative of every victor, and this was extremely important to William and his army, and by capturing the enemy's armor and weapons, horses, and baggage, captive slaves, and gold and silver wealth, everyone could make a fortune, especially those ordinary soldiers and low-ranking generals.

William rode his horse and Hubert and his party rode slowly across the messy battlefield, looked at the countless busy figures here and said: "Hubert, I request that the share of the spoils that should belong to the soldiers and generals be distributed according to the amount of everyone's military merits, and the battle merits will be counted according to each company, and finally the officers in their companies will discuss and decide and hand it over to us for approval and distribution. ”

"This method is very fair, it is very good, and I think it can be implemented in this way in the future, so that there is no need to worry about conflicts breaking out over loot." Baron Hubert grinned.

"I need your cooperation with me to carry out this method, and I want to strengthen the cohesion of the army, so that every soldier will regard his company, battalion, and regiment as his home." William looked at Hubert and asked.

"I will always be by your side, support you, and protect you. As long as you need me in any way, I will do my best for you. Hubert said sincerely.

"Thank you, Hubert." William's eyes moistened slightly, and he immediately changed the topic and said: "Hubert, how many arrows can our army recover, especially those long arrows dedicated to longbowmen, in order to face the upcoming enemy, no matter how many I have, I am not too little. ”

"God willing, Your Highness William, we can recover more than 50,000 of the 80,000 long arrows we have fired, and more than 20,000 arrows, and we can have another 20,000 arrows if we insert new arrowheads. In addition, we have captured 60,000 ordinary arrows, plus 50,000 arrows recovered from the battlefield, and we even have a surplus of ordinary arrows in our hands. Hubert lamented.

"Very well, our army is still going to march into the county of Enman in the Duchy of Anjou, and my minimum goal is to capture the county of Enman, and there is likely to be a big war in the future." William breathed a sigh of relief and said to Baron Hubert: "By the way, we seem to have captured a lot of nobles in the end, which ones are there?" ”

"I was about to tell you the good news that in this battle we captured Count Joofroy of Anjou and hundreds of knights, and captured tens of thousands of Anjou soldiers! Only Count of Vendée Folkes and a handful of knights under his command fled.

In contrast, in this battle, our army annihilated tens of thousands of enemies at a slight cost of only killing and wounding more than 20 knights and less than 300 soldiers, captured more than 10,000 soldiers, more than 600 knights, five nobles above the baron level, and one count, which can be described as a brilliant result! Baron Hubert rejoiced.

"We must take care of the warriors who died in the war, and for the nobles and soldiers who died, they must not lack the booty and pensions they deserve, and their families and families should be respected by all, even if they were only serf-turned-infantrymen.

As for the wounded soldiers, they should be compensated adequately according to the severity of their injuries, and they should be given priority in the future when we recruit low-ranking officials of the government. William did not have any complacency about this glorious victory, but first instructed Baron Hubert to do a good job of compensating for the dead and wounded.

"You are so merciful, I have never seen a nobleman who can value the life of every soldier as much as you, whether high or low." Hubert exclaimed.

"By the way, Hubert, the Count of Buffroy, who has just been captured, is the only son and heir to the Duke of Anjou, 'the Elder' Folkes III, and if we can make good use of him, we may be able to easily get what we want, such as a county." William brought the conversation back to the point and said.

"Please come with me, Your Highness William, who has just been captured by Baron Andrew in the Great War. He can be regarded as a first-class achievement, even I can't help but envy him! Baron Hubert said with a smile.

"Then I'll give Andrew a reward worthy of his merit later." William said with a laugh.

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On the periphery of the barracks, there was a huge prisoner of war camp built by William's soldiers, and not far from it was a smaller camp, with tents in it that were similar to William's barracks, which William used to house the captured nobles.

After all, these nobles are not the same as commoners and serfs, they can be used to extort ransom, and in terms of their value, they are far more than commoners with humble status, so naturally they deserve better treatment.

The largest of these tents housed five captive barons and nobles, including the Count of Jofroy.

"Go and make a tent, and I will see Count Jofroy." William commanded the officers of the prisoner of war camp in front of the door.

"Yes." After the officer saluted William, he turned away decisively, without the slightest drag or water, to William's satisfaction.

In a large tent, William, Baron Hubert, Baron Andrew, and Count Jofroy were among the others, with William at the top, Hubert and Andrew on either side of William, and Count Jofroy opposite him.

William's eyes were on the Count of Jofrois, and judging by his dress and appearance, the Count of Jofroy was not mistreated in any way, but was treated with William's courtesy.

With fluffy and smooth golden brown hair, bright blue eyes, and a slight stubble on his chin, although he has a tall and strong figure, his slightly immature face still indicates that he is a young nobleman.

While William was observing him, the Count of Jooffroy was also observing William, looking at his youthful appearance, his atmospheric demeanor and confident smile, and the nobles around him who obeyed him, even the extremely arrogant Count Jooffroy had to admit that his illegitimate son William was an admirable opponent.

"Count Jofroy, it's a pleasure to meet you, you are a respectable nobleman and commander, and I had no idea that you would be so young at that time on the battlefield." William smiled politely.

"I don't want to meet you in such a situation, honorable William, Duke of Normandy, you have shattered my pride and made me explain you as an adversary." The Count of Jofroy was not timid at all, and his gestures were still full of aristocratic demeanor.