Cleaning up the battlefield is a very hard and long thing, the nobles leave these things to the lowly miscellaneous servants and ordinary soldiers to do, of course, sometimes the monks who accompany the army will also rush to help, it is the job of the clergy to appease the dead, because the war on the small plain is so fierce, so the corpses of the Masons and the corpses of the Viking warriors are often intertwined, and the soldiers who are responsible for carrying the corpses will often meet, and at the beginning they will always glare at each other, for people who are not inferior to two worlds, Fear of other peoples creates misunderstandings and hatred, and the Vikings are a little stronger, after all, they are a well-informed people who are business and adventurous.

"It stinks, look at this." A Mason conscripted infantryman dragged a corpse whose head was split in half, but when the corpse moved, the head was crooked and a pile of white ash of the brain flowed to the ground, and a foul smell came to the face, and the angry Mason conscription infantry threw away the two legs of the corpse, walked to the side angrily, and said to his companion who was eating.

"Hehe, it's good to see more, look at those Vikings are not scared at all." Another Mason said as he ate a shriveled apple, and two or three paces away from them, several Viking warriors were carrying the bodies of their companions onto a baggage wagon.

"They were a group of devilish infidels, and I heard from the priests of the parish that these pagans were born of a mixture of devils and lowly women, so they didn't know pain and fear at all." Mason Levies are farmers from Mason's territory who have never left their villages in their lives, and are born and die in Si. The mind is full of religious myths propagated by priests.

"Indeed, only the devil can split people in half, and you see that they are not at all sad when they see the corpses of their companions." The other Mason soldier frowned, looking at the Viking warrior who was chatting casually while carrying the corpse of his companion, not feeling sadness at all, but looking very happy.

"Don't talk about that, I'll give you a drink from my village's fruit bar, which is very famous in our parish." Mason Levy said that his village was a wealthy village that had not been ravaged by war or natural disasters. Wealthy farmers give their wives the apples they harvest. The wives of these farmers then brewed the wine, which was placed in a sheepskin bag.

"Oh, you still have this kind of good thing, it's good that the poor in my hometown can eat a full stomach." Mason's fellow recruiters happily took the sheepskin bag. When he pulled the cork, the fragrance of apples immediately wafted out. This fragrance immediately diluted the stench of corpses on the battlefield. At this moment, the Viking warrior on the side suddenly frowned, straightened up, and turned his head to look around, until he noticed two Masons sharing a piece of cider in a sheepskin bag. He strode over.

"Be careful, the Vikings are coming, where's my spear?" Seeing the burly Viking warrior walk in, the two Mason soldiers immediately became nervous, and these violent warriors on the battlefield did not kill the Masons, and they felt two tremors when they saw the Viking warriors.

"Damn, I remember being around just now." The scrambled Mason soldiers searched for their weapons, but they didn't know whether they were panicked or knew that there was an armistice, so they didn't take their rudimentary spears with them, but the Viking warrior walked up to them, and instead of pulling out his terrible tomahawk or sword, he stared at the wine sacs in their hands, clearly looking eager and greedy, and licked his lips.

"He wants your wine, give it to him, or he'll chop us alive." The pale Mason soldier hurriedly said that although there was an armistice agreement, the Mason people did not believe that these barbaric infidels would abide by it, and it was better to give up some things for the sake of their own lives.

"Goo, goo." The Viking warrior took the wine sac and immediately put it in his mouth and drank it, this fragrant cider was really no less than the mead brewed by the Vikings, watching the Viking warrior drink the wine, the two Mason soldiers secretly wanted to slip away, but they were stopped by other Viking warriors.

"What do they want to do, haven't I already given them the wine?" The Mason soldier, who had been robbed of the cider, said with a sad face.

"Whoa." Suddenly, the Viking warrior took out a piece of wood carving from his waist, the wood carving was a flying eagle, the eagle is a symbol of good luck in Viking culture, and it is also a spiritual animal, but the Mason soldiers did not understand what they meant, just shook their heads and did not understand what the Viking warriors were going to do? Seeing the Mason soldiers shaking their heads, the Viking warriors were not annoyed, and took out a small iron sword from his bosom, and the handle of this iron sword was inlaid with some beautiful stones.

"I think they mean they want to trade." The slightly older Mason soldiers finally understood the meaning of the Viking warriors, and it seemed that the Viking warriors had taken a fancy to the Mason soldiers' wine and wanted to trade these things.

"If they want to, just spare my life."

"Okay, we agree." The slightly older Mason soldier immediately nodded and took the things from the Viking warrior's hand, and when he saw the Mason accept the items, the Viking samurai smiled happily, and he took the wine bag and left with his companions, and shared the fragrant cider as he went.

"Phew, I've finally picked up a life, God forbid." Soldier Mason crossed and said gratefully.

This kind of thing is not only one or two things, because of the armistice agreement and the cleaning of the corpses together, the Mason soldiers in contact with the Viking warriors, both sides found some items on each other's body that they did not have, so from the beginning of the resistance and temptation, gradually they actually started trading on this small plain where they had been fighting, and the Mason nobles did not stop this kind of thing, after all, the soldiers risked their lives to fight now The private behavior is not excessive, When the armistice was over, as long as they continued to attack the enemy under the order, and the Danish king Banuk was not worried about this, the Vikings were originally a people who liked to take risks and do business, and it was normal for them to trade whenever they had the opportunity.

"Lord Earl, we washed Lord Johnberg's body, and found this thing in his hands during the cleaning." In Arold's tent, Sir Ron reported to Arrod's court.

"What did you find?" Arold asked curiously.

"It's this." Sir Ron immediately spread out his broad hand, and saw that inside was an ornament made of silver, in the shape of a cross, and Arold reached out to pick up the delicate ornament, which was only half the size of his little finger.

"This ornament is very familiar, it seems to be from the leather belt of the knight's warhorse." Arold said to Sir Ron.

"That's right." Sir Ron thought the same way, and on the knight's closest companion, the horse, the halter and saddle used to bind the horse were leather straps, and many knights would have silver ornaments inlaid on the leather straps to increase the knight's might.

"Sir Ron, you take this ornament and secretly investigate in the camp." Arold handed the trinkets to Sir Ron, ordering him to investigate the cause of Johnberg's death, and he felt more and more an aura of intrigue looming around him.

"Yes, Lord Count." When Sir Ron took the ornaments, he walked out of Arold's tent, and when he walked out of the tent, he saw that on the other hillside outside the camp, there were crosses made of wooden branches, and under the cross was a Mason soldier who had died in battle, and at Arold's insistence even the lowliest soldiers were buried, although it was not known what Arold's intentions were, but the three counts, including the Earl of Weimar, supported the resolution for the sake of Arrod's fulfillment of the covenant.

"In the witness of the Lord in heaven, we pray for this poor soul, that his soul may go to heaven under the guidance of the Lord, and share the joy in the abode of the Lord." The chaplain held the cross on his chest and faced the grave for the Last Mass, but he felt that this mass had a feeling of being on his back, and the reason for this feeling was that behind him was an army lined up neatly, and the flag of this army was a black lion with teeth and claws.

"Whew." Arold stood at the head of the procession, fully armed, and solemnly listened to the priest's mass, where Arold could see the entire battlefield, where Arold buried the dead soldiers of the German mercenary regiment, including Johanberg, and Arold stepped forward and stuck Johanberg's sword in his grave.

"The air is full of tension, the big war is coming,

Tears crossed the mother's face, and the motherland was behind her,

In the distance, the footsteps of the enemy were heard, and the earth trembled,

It's time to defend justice, and the blood is already surging,

The last leaves on the dry branches were knocked off by the cold wind,

Lightning tore through the load-bearing darkness in the distance,

Look at the German mercenary regiment advancing.

Whether facing a storm or a snowflake,

Or is it the sun that smiles at us;

On a hot day,

Cold nights,

Dusty faces,

But we're having fun,

We have this fun~~~~~ "The drummer of the German mercenary regiment beat the beat, and all the soldiers of the German mercenary regiment began to sing the song of the German mercenary regiment, in this majestic song, every soldier of the German mercenary regiment felt a surging passion burning in his chest, and Arold gave every soldier of the German mercenary regiment the glory that he deserved even if he died in battle. (To be continued......)