In a panic, Grace approached Arrod, the dim light in the tent made Arold feel the oppression of this Nordic Viking warrior girl, just as he was about to tear open his throat and shout, Grace squatted down and stared at Arold's face, this strange behavior made Arold dare not act rashly, the two were in a stalemate for a moment, Grace was the first to speak.

"You, have you cried?"

"What?" Arold stretched out his hand and felt the cold droplets on his cheeks, and he actually cried in his dazed sleep, which made others wonder what kind of turmoil would arise if they saw it.

"I've seen a lot of men bleed, but tears are rare, why does war give you nightmares?" Grace asked Arrode, a teasing smile on her face.

"It's a nightmare, but it's something else, when is Harlan now?" At this time, the squire Harlan walked in and lit a few candles, and the lit candles were placed on a suitcase, and Arold stood up by the light and asked Grace, and Harlan was about to leave after putting the candles away, when he was stopped by Arrod. `

"It's night, Lord Earl." Harlan quickly stood and replied to Arrod.

"Is it all over?" Arold thought about it, he was a little afraid to face such a tragic scene, so he asked Harun, who was guarding the outside to understand the situation.

"Yes, Lord Earl, the army of Lord Abel and his vassals has completely occupied the village, and all the rebels have been executed. I heard that the Count of Weimar had received a lot of fur booty. Harlan glanced outside the tent and cautiously said to Arrod, in fact, this should have been a moment of cheering, even if it was a successful capture of a small Viking village, it was also a rather encouraging thing for the Masons people, but Arold's low feelings made the Mecklenburg army remain silent.

"Really? It's over. Arrod thought that he would finally not have to face the terrible sight, but at that moment Grace bent down and pressed her face almost in front of Arold.

"Grace, what do you do? How did you get into my tent? Arrod was startled, he almost forgot about this Nordic girl's cunzài, and quickly stood up and dodged.

"You look relaxed?" Grace played with the ends of her braids with her fingers. Tilting his head to look at Arrod. It seems to be interesting to touch.

"Easy, that's because we just won, uh." Arold quickly explained, but immediately remembered that they were attacking the Vikans of the same nation as Grace. So he was a little embarrassed and took back the following words.

"What's wrong? I watched from the back. At a time when the Duke of Abel was helpless. Your army is the best, but the leader of this Viking tribe is really bold, how could he not have seen it in the court of Banuk before. It's so weird. Grace's unexpected comments on Arrod's response to the night attack made Arrod stunned.

"You, aren't you annoyed?" Arold asked curiously.

"Annoyed? Why be upset. Grace's brows furrowed, as if she didn't understand why Arrold had such a problem, did Arrold think that she was in collusion with these enemies? Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little angry.

"They're Vikings like you." Arold said to Grace.

"So what, it's not my people, what do I have to be angry about, they're just enemies now." Grace said to Arrod, and this is the normal way of thinking in this era, even if it is the same category of Vikan Vikings, but people who only identify with their own tribe have no sense of identity with the Vikings of other tribes like foreigners in later generations.

"Hehe, I see." Arrod paused slightly, and then realized that his way of thinking was the way of a modern country, but he was too worried about Grace and other Viking warriors who served him.

"Aren't you going to go out and see your soldiers and cheer them up?" Grace then said to Arrod.

"Huh?" Arold instinctively wanted to refuse, but he was pulled up by Grace and pushed out of the tent, at this time outside the tent gathered the sergeant major and deputy head of the German mercenary regiment John Berg, they were talking in a whisper, but when they saw Arold walking out of the tent, they hurriedly stood up straight and lined up neatly, as if they were training on weekdays.

"Lord Count." John Berg and the others all had worried expressions on their faces, and it was obvious that Arold had returned to his tent before the attack began, and had stayed in the tent all day without coming out, and these officers were very worried about Arold's safety.

"Arrod, your subordinates are very loyal, if you, the commander, can't show that you're strong, then you will definitely kill your own subordinates." Grace whispered behind Arrod, it is indeed strange to let her slave be reminded, but Grace reminded at the right time, Arrod woke up in his heart, yes, he is in the dark Middle Ages, this is an era when weakness will be destroyed, and this era will last for hundreds of years, for the sake of his loyal subordinates, for the sake of Josie, the new wife in Mecklenburg Castle, and the Wendell family, he must be strong and harden his heart.

"I'm worried about everyone, I'm fine, today is a good day, we won, let's get the wine out and celebrate." Arold raised his hand and shouted to the officers and soldiers of the German mercenary regiment.

"Oh~~~, thank you, Lord Earl." Although the soldiers of the German mercenary regiment were rigorously trained and unmatched in terms of discipline and morale in this era, if they were not relieved after the war, the accumulated negative feelings would probably also bring disadvantages to the future, so drinking and having fun was also a way to release the pressure of dying on the battlefield at all times.

Early the next morning, at the gap in the wooden fence that had been breached, Arold rode straight into the village with his little squire Harlan and Sir Ron, the gap in the wooden fence that was knocked open was like an old man's lost front teeth, and several buildings near the wooden fence were burned down, and a shield girl holding a battle axe was nailed to it by a long sword on the wooden gate that was originally defending against the enemy. A Viking longbow was left on the ground, apparently dropped after being killed.

"Is this what happened after the defeat?" As Arold crossed the dirt path of the village, he saw corpses and coagulated blood scattered on the ground, the doors of the buildings beside the road were open, and it seemed that they had been forcibly opened, and occasionally someone could be seen falling inside, and his belongings were looted, and he walked up the path to the house of the Viking chieftain, where several court priests were directing the corpses to be thrown inside, and the smell of blood and corruption was in the air, so that Arold had to pull up his collar and groom his mouth and nose.

"Lord Earl, please don't go in the past." Ser Ron reached out to block Arrod's way, and he had to find that the house of the Viking warrior leader was the place where the Vikings had resisted the most, and that all the women and children who had taken refuge in it had been killed, and that the village, once the most important wooden building, was now only the place where corpses were abandoned.

"Let's go." Arold sighed, although he was an enemy, he couldn't bear to look at such a tragedy, so he turned his horse and left the place, and after scavenging the food in the village, the army of the Duchy of Mason lined up in a neat array of long snakes and continued along the road, behind them the village resounded with a crackling sound, and after a while thick black smoke rose from the sky above. (To be continued......)