The soldiers of the Duchy of Mason stood neatly in the forest clearing, after the Duke of Ebel's direct troops were collected, more than 30 people died and 100 people were lost, so the direct team of the Duke of Abel looked a little loose, and the soldiers' faces still had a look of panic, on their left was the German mercenary group, the solemn and neat team of the mercenaries was in stark contrast to the direct troops of the Duke of Ebel, and the mercenaries despised these conscripts from the bottom of their hearts, feeling that they were just a group of cowardly rabble.

"Hmm." At this moment, there was a groan of pain, and I saw five Viking warriors bare-chested, their hands tied behind their backs, strung these Vikings together by a rope, and several Mason soldiers brandished leather whips in their hands, slammed the backs of these Vikings, forcing them to walk barefoot in front of the Mason soldiers, and each whip brought a blood mark, and the Viking warriors trembled in pain.

"Arold, my friend, why don't you just kill these Viking warriors?" Duke Abel rode alongside Arold to watch the Vikings being punished, and he still had some doubts about Arrod's Jianyì Duke Abel was a deterrent to torture these Viking warriors with a leather whip, but it was better to use their hanging corpses to deter the Vikings inside the wooden fence.

"Dear Duke, I'm not here to intimidate the Vikings within the wooden walls." Arold was on his horse, the black lion flag fluttering behind him, Sir Ron proudly held the flag of the Count of Mecklenburg proudly, Arold nodded to the Duke of Abel and saluted.

"Not to deter the Vikings?" Duke Abel said in surprise, if not to deter the Vikings. So why leave these people alive.

"Yes, this is to make our people understand that these Viking warriors are flesh and blood like us, and they will be wounded and bleeding, and they will also be killed by swords." Arold explained to the Duke of Abel.

"I see." Duke Abel suddenly realized, it turned out that Arrod's intentions were so far-reaching, looking back at last night's battle, although it was a surprise attack by the Viking warriors who were caught off guard, which made the soldiers of the Duchy of Mason confused, but if you think about it carefully, it is also because of the terrible legends of the Viking warriors, but when those defeated Viking warriors are naked. When the barefoot wolf bèi passed in front of him. The legend of the invincibility of the Viking warriors was shattered.

"Oh woo, oh woo~~~." When the soldiers of the Duchy of Mason looked at the appearance of those once terrible Viking warriors, they couldn't help but let out cheers, listening to this heartfelt cheer. Duke Abel and Arold knew that the fears in the hearts of the soldiers had been swept away. And the cheers of thousands of people rang out like the waves of the sea. The besieged Viking village was even more like a candle in the wind.

"Lord Duke, do you need to recruit this tribe?" Arold looked at the morale-boosting soldiers of the Duchy of Mason, and this was the effect he was trying to achieve. If a trembling army marches on enemy territory, the consequences are unimaginable, Arold asked Duke Abel after solving the matter.

"No, there is no need to be merciful to these infidels." Duke Abel was attacked by the Viking warriors in the middle of the night, and almost died, and the anger and hatred in his heart were simply incomprehensible, and he stretched out his thumb and pointed fiercely at the Viking warriors' village.

"Well, Lord Duke, I didn't have a good rest yesterday, I want to go back to my tent to rest, I don't know if Lord Duke can allow it." Arold looked at this completely romanized posture, he knew that in this dark age of your death, in addition to his own tribe and his fellow clans can also talk about hypocritical noble peace, it is completely bloody to treat other tribes and cults, this is not an era of humanitarianism, if the person who loses today is Arold himself, then Mecklenburg County will also suffer an even more tragic fate, so he closed his mouth and went to his tent in the rear under the pretext that he needed to rest.

"Arold, you and the German mercenary group worked hard last night, you go down and rest, this battle is enough for me and other vassals." Duke Abel was anxious for revenge himself, and he was a benevolent monarch to the nobles and subjects of the Duchy of Mason, but not so merciful to the other tribes and cultists.

"Thank you, Lord Duke." Arold stretched out his left hand, pressed it to his chest, bent slightly, and then turned his horse's head and walked towards his tent behind him.

When Arold rode back to his camp surrounded by knights and attendants of the Inner Palace, he heard a mountain of shouts in his ears, it was the Duke of Mason Abel launched a total of thousands of Mason soldiers like waves to attack the Viking tribe, at this time only the old and weak women and children in the village could not resist at all, this was a one-sided massacre, Arold really couldn't bear to see this scene, even if it was a bloody battle with the Viking warriors on the battlefield, but it was another thing to attack the women and children.

"Count, aren't we going to take part in this battle? This was a good opportunity to capture the plundered goods of the slaves. John Berg was puzzled by Arrod's decision, and the mercenaries of the German mercenary group also felt that they had defeated the Viking warriors, but now the fruits of victory were being picked up by the other Mason vassals, which was a bad feeling.

"Order the soldiers of the German mercenary regiment to enter the camp to rest, are you afraid that there will be no bigger towns to plunder behind?" Arold didn't want his German mercenary group to become a bully army, he tried his best to keep the German mercenary group away from this bloody massacre, but Arold also knew that plundering towns was a special benefit for the mercenaries, and it was a tradition that was tacitly permitted in the war, so he used this term to temporarily appease them.

"That's right, but the Earl is still thoughtful." John Berg suddenly realized, at this time the smoke rose in the air, the screams of women and children rang out, it seems that the village that has lost the elite Viking warriors has fallen in less than two hours, and the vassals of the Duchy of Mason are excitedly leading their armies into the village to loot, rape and kill, and the scene of hell is nothing more than that.

Arold unveiled the curtain and walked into his tent without saying a word, he didn't even let the squire Harun take off his armor, he lay on his marching bed, he covered his head with his soft pillow filled with duck feathers, trying to avoid the screams of the Viking women and children, but those voices seemed to be penetrating, poured directly into his ears, rushed into his mind to form a real picture, the old man who was chopped to the ground and dripping blood, the child who lost his mother and cried loudly, And the women who were dragged into the haystack by the rude soldiers to tear off their dresses and violated them, these images turned Arrod's head upside down.

"Hasn't the Earl gotten up yet?" When night had fully fallen, and the surroundings had finally calmed down, Ser Ron walked outside Arold's tent and questioned Harun, who was guarding the room.

"No, no, uh." Harlan shook his head and stopped talking to Sir Ron, his brow furrowed with great concern in his heart, Harlan had a very admiring and grateful feeling for Arrod, so he was extremely sensitive to any fluctuations in Arrod's feelings.

"What's wrong?" Sir Ron asked curiously.

"The Earl seems very sad." Harlan gritted his teeth, and finally decided to speak to Sir Ron.

"Sad?" Sir Ron's eyes widened, he didn't believe Arold was afraid of war, this earl was always wise and fearless, and he had just married the sister of Duke Able, what could be sad at this time?

"I think it has something to do with the attack on this Viking tribe." Harlan made his assumption, but it was very bold, after all, no Catholic aristocracy would have mercy on a group of infidels.

"Is that so?" Sir Ron lowered his head and thought about it, and when he got along with Arrod, he also felt something different in the earl's heart, such as the promotion of civilian officers in his army, although some nobles were dissatisfied with this, but Arold still went his own way, but these were all grassroots officers, so the backlash of the nobles was not too strong, and it was not impossible to have mercy on a group of infidels, but this matter must not be known to other vassals, Otherwise, a charge of sympathy for the infidels would tarnish Arrod's reputation.

"What should we do?" Harlan asked with some concern, Arold didn't come out for dinner anymore, which was not the same as he usually did.

"I'll find someone who can persuade the Earl." Sir Ron's eyes rolled for a moment, and after thinking about it, he felt that there was a candidate who could persuade Arrod, so he turned and found the man who could persuade Arrod.

When Arold fell asleep on his marching bed in a daze, he suddenly felt a person standing in front of his bed, he quickly opened his eyes and sat up, and saw Grace standing in front of him, the daughter of the former Danish king was looking at him, the strange thing is that Arold's squire Harun did not come to report, which made Arold's heart shocked, could it be that Grace took the responsibility of slaughtering the village as his own responsibility, so he appeared here to assassinate himself to avenge, and in the nervousness he wanted to reach out and touch the weapon on his waist, But at this time, he found that his terminator was placed at the door, and Grace was between him and his sword, and there was no way to obtain the weapon, if Grace assassinated him, it would be effortless. (To be continued......)

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