Sir Able led his party from Kréfshire into Göttingenshire, a light infantry of conscripted peasants who had never seen a fierce look on their faces except for their own shabby coarse linen clothes, carrying farm tools such as dung forks and pitchforks, and their faces were timid, except for malnourished dishes, but after the battle with the army of the Count of Berengar, these men had a fierce look on their faces in addition to malnutrition.

And they wore the armor that had been ripped from the dead Sir Belengarbeh's soldiers, and of course the best and more complete armor and weapons had to be handed over to the nobles, and when the nobles picked out the leftovers, it was the turn of the light infantry to use them, but even then they were able to find many personal belongings from the dead, such as silver wedding rings, or iron crosses, a few small silver coins, etc., and after a victory, not only the nobles would get rich, but these duty farmers who had their backs to the loess, It was also thought that war was much better than digging in the fields, so they were elated when they heard that they were going to Göttingen to fight.

"Lord Arrod, you want to buy my crossbow?" Coward Chodo looked at the ten silver dinars handed to him by Arrod, there was an incredible expression on his old face, in Jodo's opinion, the nobles were mostly shameless, they carnivaled and extravagant, and used the social status of the nobles to do some bandit-like acts, credit is not the favorite thing for the nobles to do, if he didn't feel that the situation was critical this time and he couldn't escape from the camp, he wouldn't give the crossbow in his hand to Arold, and Jodo wanted to take away this crossbow from his hometown and carefully maintain it for many years for revenge, Now that he has left himself, he is still very annoyed by this.

"Of course, Mr. Chodo, this crossbow of yours has helped us a lot, and I want to study your crossbow carefully, so see if you want to sell it, and of course if you don't want to, I will return it to you." At this time, Arold was wearing a knight's armor under the Count of Berengar, a knight's chain mail similar to Arrod's stature, this kind of chain mail was made of small iron rings linked together, which required a skilled blacksmith to spend half a year slowly weaving with iron tongs, so it was still a relatively precious armor in this era, so most of the chain mail was worn by nobles and knights.

"Well, Lord Arrod, this crossbow is my family heirloom, so I don't plan to sell it." Jodo rubbed his face with his rough hands, his gray hair was not messy like other farmers, but combed and smooth, of course, as a farmer, there was no comb or anything like that, but Jodo liked to use his rough hands to smooth it as much as possible, from this point of view, Jodo was different from other farmers.

"Of course, if you don't plan to sell it, you can take the crossbow away." Arold is just a pity, he doesn't have a suitable weapon in his hand, although he has practiced diligently since he learned swords with Yifu, but the confrontation of hand-to-hand combat, which is a cold weapon, often kills a hundred enemies and loses eighty, Arold still thinks that long-range weapons are still more cost-effective, not to mention that in addition to longbows, long-range weapons are crossbows that can fight against heavily armored knights.

"I'm sorry." Jodo took his crossbow and held it in his arms, wearing a leather armor with a hole in his chest, which Jodo had taken from a town militiaman with a spear through his chest on the battlefield, although there was a hole in his chest, but the rest of the place was relatively intact, and it was better to wear such a leather armor on the battlefield than to wear a thin coarse linen suit.

"Yes." Seeing that Jodo didn't plan to talk to himself, Arold didn't pester him anymore, but in his heart he had already decided that Jodo must have a peculiar origin, he had talked to his father Sir Wendell about Jodo, Sir Wendell said that Jodo was still middle-aged when he came to Black Marsh Village, holding Leila who was still a baby in his arms, and he looked embarrassed, Sir Wendell, who was still alive at that time, didn't want to take Jodo in, because taking in other people's runaway serfs often caused a private war among the nobles, Therefore, most of the nobles treated fugitive slaves with a cautious attitude, but when they saw the crying baby in Jodo's arms, Sir Wendell's wife took pity and begged Sir Wendell to take Chodo as a serf.

"So no one knows about Jodo's background before this." Arold asked curiously.

"Of course, the empire fell apart in those years, King Conrad was a weak and mediocre monarch, the dukes fought each other on their own, the territory was full of burning troops and robbers, and it was normal for there to be occasional fugitive slaves, and no one would care." Sir Wendell's face fell into contemplation, it was a time of chaos and blood, law and order were gone, and although the situation was not good enough to be peaceful and prosperous, after Henry the Bird Catcher defeated Conrad and replaced him, the Dukes had relented a lot.

Arrod's horse turned his head to look at Chodo in the queue, and at this time the armed servants of Arold had all been mixed with a complete leather armor, and the weapons in their hands had changed from curved spears to sharp weapons such as long-handled axes, and they were fully armed to the point of a regular army, while Marcos, the English mercenary who led them, wore a captured dome-wide iron helmet, a short sword pinned to his waist, a long-handled heavy cross-crucid hammer on his shoulder, and a heavy silver dinar in his money bag at his waist. There was a beaming look on his face, and from time to time he was talking to the people next to him in an English accent that he didn't understand.

In the rear of the army was a caravan with food and sundries, and the groom sat in the wagon to drive the caravan, and in the caravan sat some wounded soldiers, and the knight of Stan who was arrested for the sneak attack on the Count of Berengar, his leg was shot by an arrow, and the wound was somewhat suppurated without treatment, and the painful Stan groaned every day under the care of his companions, but the doctor who followed the army said that there was only one way, and that was to cut off the whole leg, otherwise the purulent wound would cause death due to ulceration, Hearing the doctor's words, Stan struggled to pull out his sword to kill the other party, so frightened that the doctor hurriedly hid away.

"Hasn't Stan Knight gotten better?" Although Arold did not have a good impression of Stan, but as a companion who fought side by side, he couldn't bear to watch this young and vigorous knight suffer in illness, in Arold's opinion, the so-called physician of this era was simply inferior to the Greeks and Romans in the classical era of medical knowledge, he saw the so-called doctor wash the soldier's wounds with urine, and when Arold questioned, the doctor actually told Arold that he had learned this from the monks of the monastery, The monks told him that urine and feces were substances that humans had the power to remove poisons, and that they could be cured by washing them with urine and sewing them into wounds.

Of course, the wounds of the wounded soldiers who were washed and stitched into the fecal masses with urine became purulent and infected, causing unnecessary casualties, which could have been avoided, so when this so-called physician wanted to heal the soldiers of the Wendell family, he was rejected by Arold, and the wounded soldiers of the Wendell family were cleaned by Arold with evaporated ale, boiled linen, and stitched after boiling and sewing the wounds by borrowing needles and threads from logistics handymen. After using Arrod's methods, they were all able to survive, and some of the ones who were in good physical condition were alive and kicking up and down within a few days, and these soldiers who survived the wounds became experienced veterans.

"Lord Arrod, I heard that you refused to be treated by the physician for your soldiers, is it true that through your own methods, all the soldiers survived?" A knight who was close friends with Stan said to Arold, this knight was wearing a closed helmet, his face showed a lonely look, and he looked wearing chain mail, which was covered with the family coat of arms, and during the days when he was captured by the Count of Berengal, he was taking care of Stan, but Stan's body was getting weaker and weaker, which made the knight very worried.

"That's right, I have a Roman way of healing." Arold has now moved out the ancient Romans without blushing and his ears are not red-eared, and the ancient Roman knowledge experts have been quietly circulating among the knights at this time, and when they heard Arold's words, Stan's friends all looked at him with a look of expectation in their eyes.

"Ahem, Your Excellency Arrod, has it been heard that a wound can be treated with a burning iron?" One of the knights around Stan asked curiously to Arrod, he was very young, he didn't look like a squire, he had just become a knight, and his face was still a little immature.

"Well, sometimes you can, but you also have to look at the patient's condition specifically, if the patient's body is weak, if you use burning, it will make the weak person go into shock, so you still need to see the specific situation." Arrod saw that Stan's face was already sweating, and he was still wearing a chain mail, the cotton pad inside the chain mail had been soaked with sweat, and his eyes could no longer focus, and it looked like he would definitely not be able to hold it if he was burned and disinfected.

"Hugh, Hugh what?" The knights looked at each other, not knowing what they meant, but when they looked at Arold again, they felt that he was unfathomable, and that there were people with crosses drawn on their chests.

"Let me see the wounds, spread them out." Arold stepped forward, although Stan was an arrogant knight who did not listen to commands, but his popularity among the young knights was unexpectedly good, just because he could take half of Sir Abel's knights in the inner palace to attack at night, he could know his influence, so it was not a bad thing to befriend such a nobleman.

The knights lifted Stan down, resting Stan's head on his knees, and the other knight lifted his foot, and Arold saw that the arrow in Stan's thigh had been pulled out, and the flesh of his leg was turned outward, and foul-smelling pus flowed out, and everyone frowned nervously and remained silent when they saw Stan's appearance.