Rudolph's eyes were so smoky that he could barely open them, and when he tried to open them, he saw a hellish sight, his soldiers turned into clumps of flames, churning in the flames and turning into scorched earth, and those who were not yet dead let out heart-rending howls, even the Swiss as enemies could not help but feel horror when they saw it.

"It's a little too scary." Julian also had a terrible expression on his face, even he who helped Arold personally pour asphalt into it, he felt whether he had done something terrible, and involuntarily made a cross on his chest with his finger to confess his sins to God.

"Well, it's a bit too much." Arold's brows furrowed, but this is his only chance and method, if it is the other party, he will definitely not hesitate to use the asphalt weapon, thinking of this, Arold cheered up and signaled to Julian, he could launch the last blow against the Germanic mercenaries, but Julian was a little distracted, and only came back to his senses after Arold spoke, he put the bow and arrow in his hand at his feet, and then raised the flag planted on the ground high, waving it vigorously, seeing the waving flag, the Swiss who retreated to a safe place took up arms, Charging at the Germanic mercenaries who had almost lost their combat effectiveness with a shout, no one would miss this kind of bargain hunting.

"Whew, hellish guys." Rudolph's face was blackened by the flames, his proud beard was bare from the flames, and when the flames burst out of the ground, fortunately he took refuge in time to avoid the fire, but even then the burning asphalt was stuck to his body, and it was with great difficulty that the flames were extinguished. When he came to his senses and tried to command the remnants of the army. But he saw the Swiss on the other side rushing up with spears and screaming, and stabbed his brothers to the ground, who had lost their resistance. And those vicious Swiss were not merciful even when they surrendered to the enemy, and killed them on the spot. This made Rudolph angry and scolded.

"What are these Swiss doing? They slaughtered all the captives who surrendered? Arrod was puzzled to see the Swiss stab to death the enemy, who had clearly laid down their arms, and knew that the prisoners were also a great fortune, whether sold to slave traders, or sold to mines and sea-going ships to become laborers.

"It seems to be a tradition of the Swiss, who leave no prisoners." Julian explained to Arold.

"Oops, why didn't you say it earlier." Arold slapped his thigh and looked helplessly at the slaughterhouse-like battlefield below, and a fortune disappeared into the hands of the persistent Swiss, even if these Germanic mercenaries were regarded as strong laborers. It was only in this era that Arold realized that Europeans were lacking in labor.

While Arold was still depressed, the leader of the Germanic mercenaries had been strung to the Swiss spear, Captain Rudolph was killed by the siege of four Swiss mercenaries, even if he was furious like a lion, he could not save the fate of death, one spear first stabbed him in the left thigh, and in a moment of his distraction, another spear pierced his back, and the other two were inserted into his chest, and four Swiss pikemen picked up the strong mercenary leader with their guns. As Rudolph swallowed his last breath with the sound of coughing blood in his throat, his eyes glaring like brass bells, as if he was extremely unwilling to die, Captain Johnberg stepped forward and quickly slashed his neck with his own sword. Then he stuck his head in the tip of the spear and erected it, seeing his captain's head stuck in the tip of the spear, the remnants of the Germanic mercenaries who were still resisting completely collapsed. Those who could escape searched for a way to escape, and those who could not die under the guns of the Swiss.

"It can't be. What could happen for Lang? Robert did not go into the depths of the boar's mouth, he only rode his horse surrounded by his retinue. He watched the whole process from a high rock, and when the flames rose from under the ground, he thought that his actions had been damned, and although he was dressed in monk's robes, he sneered at the faith from the depths of his heart, and he could not help clenching the cross, and muttered a prayer, but soon when he saw Arold's banner waving and the Swiss charging with their guns, he immediately understood that this was a secret weapon of the enemy, but it was too late, The mercenaries he had worked so hard to feed with a lot of money were destroyed in the flames, and looking at the Germanic mercenaries who had collapsed, and Captain Rudolph with the spear stuck in the head of his spear, he knew that his defeat was doomed.

"Your Excellency, what should we do, withdraw to the monastery?" At this time, from behind him, the one-eyed man, who was always hidden in the shadows, asked him.

"No, there are no soldiers left in the monastery, and the cowards who try to oppose me will be eager to hand me over in exchange for the understanding of the Wendell family. We're getting out of here, I know where to go, and I have a big gift for my new patron. Robert's mind immediately made a judgment, and he turned his horse's head and whipped it so hard that his mount flew out like an arrow, and His Excellency, the former abbot of St. Fonso's monastery, fled the battlefield without his head.

"Victorious." Arold watched the heraldic banner representing Robert's family flee from the battlefield in a direction other than the direction of the monastery, and it seemed that the wise abbot had wisely abandoned his monastery in favor of a life of fugitive.

"Victory, victory~~~." The victors on Arold's side could not help but let out a cheer of victory, they raised their weapons alof, and they did not hide their joy at victory, and as warriors on the battlefield they deserved to enjoy this moment, when the cheers were over, all that remained was to clean up the battlefield, rescue the wounded comrades, and bury the bodies of the dead.

Arold strode through the makeshift camp set up by the Swiss mercenaries, the tent was actually a wounded soldier who groaned in pain, and the dead were buried near the valley of the boar's mouth, guarding the place where they had fought, and the pious Swiss let the only monk who fell when he escaped make a dying prayer for these dead compatriots, and when the monk's professional dying prayer sounded, even Arold couldn't help but be a little moved.

But what moved him even more was that the Swiss actually found a big tree, and they knotted it with linen rope on the branches of the big tree, and when it fell, Arold saw that it was clearly a rope that hanged people, but why did they tie a noose to the tree, all the enemies they could kill had been killed, and only one monk was still praying for their countrymen, but did it take so many nooses to hang a monk?

"Bring them in." John Berg put his hands on his waist, his brows were twisted, his face was extremely serious and cold, I saw that the Swiss who could still move were all around the tree, they were talking to each other with their spears, their faces were also cold, under the order of John Berg, several Swiss were brought up, they were unarmed, their faces were depressed, there was a young Swiss mercenary who looked only a teenager, sobbing and shedding tears.

"Captain, please be merciful and spare me, for God's sake." Some fell to their knees and begged Johanberg in every possible way, despite the escort of two strong Swiss compatriots beside them.

"You should know the rules." But John Berg didn't look at him, he looked with cold eyes at his comrades who had fought side by side on the ground, everyone here he knew, his neighbors, his playmates from childhood to adulthood, and even his own relatives, but these were of no avail in the face of the rules, and he was convinced that only under the constraints of the rules could he and his mercenaries survive in this era of war.

"Oh, no." Several mercenaries were forcibly dragged onto the noose, with a noose on their heads and crumbling casks under their feet, and even though they wailed and begged again, the Swiss compatriots around them were silent.

"What are they going to do?" Arold looked at the fratricidal Swiss in surprise, and he turned to Julian, who knew the Swiss better, and asked.

"Those who are deserters on the battlefield, and those who abandon their compatriots on the battlefield and flee on the battlefield are to be hanged in public, to be spurned by their compatriots." Julian shrugged his shoulders and said to Arrod, even if he knew the Swiss, he couldn't understand such strict rules, there were few such strict rules in the entire Europa mercenary team, killing a mercenary was equivalent to weakening the mercenary team's strength, and it was normal to flee during the battle, and the usual mercenary team would at most capture it and whip it.

"Well, this is to make an example of a hundred, it is said that the Romans will use the method of ten kills when they are tight in wartime, and strictly enforce the discipline of the army, these Swiss are so tenacious and warlike, it seems that these strict rules play a role." Arold couldn't help but look at these Swiss people with admiration, but he didn't even spare the teenage children, which was a bit too harsh, but this was an internal affair of the Swiss mercenaries, and as an employer, he had no right to intervene at all.

There was only a sound of kicking down the barrel, the rope creaked and made a tooth-aching sound, and the mercenary body hung in the air for a few times, and then stopped moving, swaying between the branches, and the Swiss watching at this time let out a cheering sound, the traitor had been hanged, and from now on they could safely hand over their backs to their companions. (To be continued......)