Hecks is forty-three years old this year, with a twenty-year military career, and has experienced many wars between the Byzantine Empire and the Abbasid Kingdom, as well as wars with several Caucasian tribes and even Persian tribes in the east, not to mention the Fatimid kingdom in the southeast.

Until he stepped into the ranks of generals step by step, until he stepped into the post of sheriff, he knew that all this was not easy to come by, so he worked hard all the time, this is a peak of his life, and if he is not careful, he may be pulled into the abyss by the black hand who does not know.

He had just emptied Augustus Farrell, the titular governor, and his greedy comrades were watching around like vultures, and if he was the slightest mistaken, it would be the beginning of his fall from the top of the mountain.

Therefore, although he and Lao Luo had a lot of sympathy at the dinner, when it came to military movements, he would never act rashly.

Even if he had guessed that Augustus would make a move, even if he knew that Augustus had a sinister subordinate named Knua, even if he knew that that Bartol would be attacked by surprise, he didn't say a word. In his opinion, Lao Luo is just a lucky demobilized soldier with some strength, and he can't go far with force, but if he doesn't have the strength to continue to travel far, he may be able to become his own subordinate.

The commotion in the square at night had long been expected by Hux, and Lao Luo's camp was certainly within the sight of the fortress, but this night without moonlight was not suitable for sending out soldiers. So when Lao Luo was fighting with the night raiders, Hux was just called by the guards to watch the city wall for a while, and he couldn't see clearly under the fog at night, but from the sound of running horses' hooves from a distance, Hux could accurately guess that there were at least 400 cavalry, and in his concept, even if Lao Luo had a hundred men and a trench to defend, he couldn't withstand the night raid. So according to the custom of the Byzantine Church, he could only reluctantly draw a cross on his chest and mutter, "May God bless them." I just don't know if he is a blessing to the camp under the city, or a lament that he has worked for nothing.

The eastern sky gradually turned white, and then the distant mountains reflected a brilliant red light, and the night mist cleared in the slightest, and the morning sun jumped out of the middle of the distant mountains and began to shine again on the plateau.

The merchants or citizens of the square district began a busy day, and the camp of Lao Luo was just as busy, except that the camp was covered with the blood left behind by the night—the corpses of horses and men scattered all over the place, as disorganized as the decaying wood of the forest, and as hard as the stones in the wilderness, if it were not for the blood-soaked ground, which indicated that there had been a battle here at night, and might have been used as a mass graveyard that had been seen in previous years by the people watching from afar.

All the useful things around him, weapons or armor and horse harness, were collected by Ro's men, which was Stan's favorite thing to do as a Viking pirate.

As soon as it was dawn, Stan asked Luo and his subordinates in the logistics team to start cleaning up the battlefield. Then he is like a farmer who has finished harvesting his crops, trying to get all the ears of wheat scattered in the field to the barn, the horses that are stationed, the weapons that are scattered, and most importantly, the axes he throws at night, the armor on the corpses, and even the money bags on them are Stan's collection.

Lao Luo watched amusefully as Stan yelled at the strange Latin command to collect the items, and at the same time asked someone to fill in the horseshoe pit dug at night, as for how long this tactic could be kept secret, he didn't care, it was just a kind of professional inertia.

Of course, in addition to dead things, live horses, and half-dead things, including Knua, who was shot through the legs by Lao Luo, and dozens of wounded soldiers or wounded bandits who survived, the bandits wore shabby leather jackets, and their clothes were very messy, but their occupations could still be seen. The same can be seen in the class characteristics of the wounded soldiers, although they are not wearing brand new uniforms, but they can be seen in the armor and weapons, as well as the boots on their feet.

The injuries were not serious, but they were not easy, although there were no major wounds on their bodies, but they were trampled on broken arms or legs, or broken ribs, etc., and lay on the cold ground for hours, and they were unable to speak. Old Roco didn't have the kindness to treat their wounds, he just asked someone to drag them under the flagpole to rearrange them, as for the armor on their bodies? Come on, that's the spoils of war.

Even the presence of all the senators of the Byzantine Empire could not deprive the warriors of their booty, and no one would agree with the identity of the wounded or dead soldiers. Otherwise, it would be the biggest scandal of all for the soldiers to attack the caravans under their rule, and no general or official would admit it, although perhaps they were doing the same thing behind their backs.

It didn't take long to tidy up the battlefield, and after breakfast, Li Ji, Li Zhan, Zhang Lu, and Al Hesian came out to watch it, and Lao Luo considered that people in this era had also seen blood many times, so he didn't stop them.

More than a dozen of their own side were lightly wounded, and the battle loss ratio of hundreds of enemy losses made everyone sigh, but it was a group of wounded soldiers placed under the flagpole that made these people frown. Li Zhan and Zhang Lu are still Dongfang's thinking inertia, "San Lang, why are these prisoners still kept, and there are still wounded soldiers?" ”

"Well, I didn't think about what to do with them." Lao Luo also has a headache about these people, it is impossible to kill, and if he does not kill, he may leak his combat secrets.

Li Zhan said directly without hesitation: "Since they dare to attack us, there is no need to save their lives, I want to kill them all." ”

Lao Luo didn't expect Li Zhan to have such a suggestion, but it is a fact that the war in the East rarely has the habit of retaining prisoners. Next to her, Al Hesian was silent, perhaps wanting to see how the Orientals solved this problem.

was hesitating, Li Ji next to him spoke, "Third brother, if you want me to see, maybe you can let them redeem themselves according to the habits of the Romans, and sometimes killing will leave a bad reputation." ”

"Why do you think that?" Lao Luo was not interested in killing the captives, so he would not consider Li Zhan's suggestion at all, but Li Zhan's suggestion made him a little interested.

"Because," Li Ji suddenly became a little shy, Lao Luo's eyes were fixed on her, and even in the artisan camp there would be no room for her to speak, "You know, I have a Roman teacher. ”

"Well, so be it, treat their injuries and tell them to pay the ransom." Lao Luo looked around and found that the people around him seemed to be relieved, and he couldn't help but feel a little funny in his heart, was this a test of whether his leader was a brutal person? Well, that's human nature, after all, no one wants their leader to be too cold and impersonal. Later, seeing that the leader of many soldiers was also there, he said in a relaxed mood, "As for the ransom quota for each captive, Stan will decide." ”

“Hoo！” The excited hunk has a new job, and it's still his favorite job.

The people around him knew this guy's original profession, and they couldn't help but be a little funny.

The work of treating the prisoners' wounds was done by Heldon and another Norman named Haydn, Heldon, a businessman, is considered well-informed, and Haydn is a member of Stan's logistics team, who was originally a good hand at healing injuries in the gladiator team, and when he was in Athens, Lao Luo trained him for a few more days, and now he is basically responsible for solving small things such as minor injuries in the team.

The wounded piled under the flagpole were not seriously injured - serious ones had already died of cold and blood loss at night, but there were also many fractured injuries that Haydn could not solve, so Lao Luo had to take action to solve them, who let him open his mouth to treat the prisoner's wounds.

While Ronald was treating his captives' injuries, Hux appeared outside the camp.

In fact, Hux didn't want to come, according to his thoughts, Lao Luo, the person who had dinner with him the night before, should have died in the battle at night. It's just that in the morning, when he hadn't finished breakfast, the guards urgently reported to him, and the result of the matter was exactly the opposite of what he expected, Lao Luo and his soldiers only paid a dozen minor injuries to eliminate the enemy who attacked at night, and Hux, who heard the news, had no interest in eating breakfast.

By the time Hux arrived outside Ro's camp, it had already been cleaned up, and it was impossible to tell the battle from the traces of the battlefield - the soldiers had gathered the dead bodies after breakfast so as not to miss the undiscovered loot, and with Ro's connivance, the current warriors were mostly infected by Stan, and looting loot was as fascinating as searching for treasure.

"My God, Mr. Bartoll, you and your warriors are mighty." In the eyes of Lao Luo, the tone of Hux's speech was almost like that of a monk in the church, and his eyes seemed to be as surprised as if he had seen God come to earth.

Of course, Lao Luo did not hide the disappointment and disgust in his heart at all, he pretended to be indifferent and said, "Your Excellency Hux, good morning. You see, we're in a lot of trouble here, and a pack of wild dogs came from nowhere at night, but luckily our knives are fast enough. ”

"My God, you say they are wild dogs? No, no, this is a very arrogant gang of horse thieves around Ankara. Hux was inspecting the corpses, and he could clearly see some of the clothes that were clearly Ankara soldiers, but he didn't have the slightest hint of referring to them and the guys in sheepskin jackets as horse thieves.

"Well, they may be horse thieves," Lao Luo did not expose him, and then pointed to the wounded prisoners under the flagpole and said, "I have also captured some guys here who are trying to rescue Antiano, but they have come with horse thieves, maybe they can be confronted that Lord Augustus is colluding with horse thieves?" ”

"This ......" Hux, who was shocked by Lao Luo's results, didn't take into account Lao Luo's idea at all, and he couldn't react for a while, he thought for a while before he said slowly: "According to Roman law, officials who collude with bandits will no longer be suitable to be officials, and they will be deprived of their nobility depending on the circumstances. ”

"Okay, then it's up to Lord Hux." Lao Luo said excitedly, in this way, he would have a lot less trouble, and a figure like Hux, who has already stepped into the political arena, is not suitable for being too close.