At the moment when King Henry VI raised the white flag, both the longbowmen and the knights of the Guards breathed a long sigh of relief.

Honor is the most important thing in life for a noble knight, but they are not afraid of death, and if they can have the glory of living, who would choose to return to the arms of God quickly?

And according to the general rules on the battlefield in Europe, they only need to pay a ransom that matches their status to return to their territory smoothly. If you should join the army, you should join the army, and you should continue to work in politics, this resume will not make them feel ashamed at all, anyway, it is a testimony of the honor of the battle.

What's more, since it was Henry VI who proposed to surrender, it is likely that the entire ransom would be fully borne by the royal family.

The members of the Guards Battalion, who had just returned the sword, put down their weapons in their hands with great obedience, and then lined up in a neat line according to certain rules, patiently waiting for the final decision of the upper echelons to negotiate.

Some of them have even openly demanded treatment commensurate with their status, and although they are all captives, they must not be confused. The noble knights were reluctant to be in the same room as the commoners, and this was recognized even by the commoners, and the class consciousness of Great Britain was firmly ingrained in their bones.

In exchange, of course, it was a violent beating by Wei Wushu. A nobleman who had just been screaming was slapped with half of his teeth out, and just as he got up in a rage and spat out a mouthful of blood with broken teeth, and threw his gloves over, a slap from the other direction knocked him to the ground, and no one looked at him again.

In China, a captive should have the consciousness of a captive, and it is already a great gift to be alive.

"Oh my God, how can they do this to a believer of the Lord?"

"Don't they have a little aristocratic etiquette?"

"This is a race that is more savage than the Saxons!"

“……”

People are really afraid of softness, and these two slaps turned blatant protests into whispers. Wei Wushu didn't mind this point, they all beat and killed, even if they were scolded a few words, it was no big deal, they pulled out a knife and sent them to see the king of Hades.

In the just wave of attacks, the crossbowmen and Hufu cavalry archers basically did not lose anything, only Wei Wushu, who was responsible for fighting the longbowmen head-on, suffered greater losses. In addition to the twenty or thirty people who were killed during the charge, there were also losses in the course of the engagement, which is equivalent to more than a quarter of the proportion of casualties.

Generally speaking, in this case, if you can maintain your morale without collapsing, you can be called elite, and if you can maintain the combat effectiveness of the basic establishment, you are the heroes of the world, and the combat effectiveness of Xiang Wei Wushu will not be affected at all, then it is not something that can be evaluated by ordinary language.

The soldiers of these guards regiments are unforgettable for their strength.

In the battle, more than 11,300 units were killed in Zhao Gao's camp, of which more than 11,200 were farmers who were temporarily forcibly recruited, which made Zhao Gao, who still belonged to the French camp, lose his exploits in the early stage, and the prestige of the camp in this world was also reduced to the freezing point.

Everything needs to pay a price, which Zhao Gao has long expected, since he has already gone to the battlefield, he also has to hand over his own chips.

Unlike King Henry VI's simple but well-regulated camp, Zhao Gao's side was simply surrounded by the guards and used as the camp of the main general, which made the noble envoy's eyes show a trace of disdain for a short time.

"Civilization is defeated by barbarism, which is also a helpless thing, after all, even God has darkness that his glory cannot shine." The envoy's thoughts were already clear, and as a professional trained by the royal family, his diplomatic qualities were beyond reproach.

Out of respect for the victor, he took off his lovely soft hat with three mink furs, and at the same time held his right chest with his left hand, bowed slightly thirty degrees, and lowered his head, which had been held high.

"Your Excellency, please receive a sincere blessing from a loser, and may the Lord bless you likewise."

Zhao Gao was stunned for a moment, such an old-fashioned answer, at first glance, it is not the will of the world, and from the perspective of the level, the plot C-level just fits the identity of this person and his intelligence level.

Zhao Gao's status in this plot world is a baron, which is the last rank in the fifth-class aristocratic class, but because Zhao Gao has a fief, his status is higher than that of some barons who cannot be hereditary. Theoretically, he should be on par with the unfiefdom-free court count, but for now, it is clear that there has been some subtle change between the two due to the outcome of the battlefield.

"Will His Majesty hand over the sword in his hand?" Zhao Gaowei sat still and couldn't get up. When necessary, he never minds groveling to please the plot characters, but when it is unnecessary, he will not wronged himself for the so-called aristocratic etiquette, and now that he is the victor, then he naturally has the bearing of a victor.

"Yes, my lord!" The messenger bit down deeply on the word Lord, and then sorted out the eight small silver balls on his crown. This is already an extremely vulgar behavior that makes him, who is well versed in etiquette, ashamed of himself, which is tantamount to a straightforward reminder of the other party's identity. However, Zhao Gao, who was seated, was unmoved, and the fierce guards around him didn't seem to be a character to mess with.

Under these circumstances, our Earl of the Court had no choice but to swallow his shame once again. He swore that if it weren't for the mission of the trip, he would have thrown the dueling gloves in the other party's face!

"Then why didn't he come?" After pondering for a moment, Zhao Gao suddenly came up with a sentence that made the court count feel seriously insulted for the third time, but unexpectedly, he was not so angry at this time, maybe when something happened for the third time, he was already used to it unconsciously.

"Legally, even if His Majesty is a vanquished, he is the Lord's appointed shepherd, and of course it is up to us to come before him." The court count pondered his words and said. He had already regarded the small country nobles with an extraordinary reputation (legend) in front of him as a barbarian tribe that completely did not pay attention to etiquette, and in addition to arguing with reason, he was also a little worried that this barbarian would completely ignore the rules of war between nobles and kill them all. If that's the case, in order to survive, I reluctantly bent down and surrendered, and I don't know if it's too late.

But Zhao Gao's next sentence made his thoughts fly, and he blocked everything in his throat with a thousand words.

"Oh, if that's the case, then I'll go see him." Zhao Gao just stood up and said flatly.