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Although the purpose of the trip was to rescue the support troops of the Marquis of Jarvis, the sudden rainstorm caught everyone off guard, and the Marquis of Jarvis could only ask the tired troops to camp on the spot at noon when the sun finally began to clear - the people who needed support were not far from here anyway, and the troops could rest until the afternoon and then set off to end the battle before dark.

The campfires were lit as far as they could, and the camp's fires lit up, followed by the smell of wheat from baking bread and the smell of roasted meat and stew, made the nearby militiamen swallow from time to time: only fiefdom nobles, wandering knights, and mercenaries had the right and capital to enjoy the food, and the impoverished serf-turned-militia had to wait for barley porridge to be boiled in a cauldron.

Holding a bowl of broth made from air-dried pork in his left hand and black bread in the hot broth waiting to soften in his right hand, Herman sat silently by the campfire, staring at the flickering flames and wondering what he was thinking.

Ou Ling, who was staying by the other campfire, still wanted to go over and talk, but was directly stopped by Dugol: it was just chatter while marching. Otherwise, it is easy to be in a bad state of mind if you march too silently for a long time, but to harass your own lord now is to find death, and besides, knights are second to last in the noble class after the lord. It was also a real noble, and the commoners could not eat at the same table as the nobles, and even now they all relied on campfires to cook food, and they were divided into their own ways, with wandering knights gathering around several bonfires and mercenaries surrounding other bonfires.

While Feng Longde slowly chewed on the soaked black bread, a beautiful young knight with long blond hair in a Knowlesian twine-style pigtail sat beside him, holding a wooden bowl and scooping up the broth and minced meat from the iron pot on the campfire.

"Chris?" Herman glanced at slightly. After making sure it was the sissy Knight Knowles, he withdrew his gaze and continued to be busy stirring his broth, "When I was marching before. Where did you go?"

"Don't think that the other wandering knights are like you, with money in their eyes and loot, at least not me. Chris's turquoise pupils glared at Herman, who was unaware. "You're alone on your way. I went and talked to the other wandering knights: they were not optimistic about this march, and many of them decided to break the contract with the Marquis of Jarvis after this battle, Herman, what do you think?"

"That's right, but I'm going to keep the contract as much as possible, after all, the commission is still quite good every day. Herman drank the broth from his wooden bowl, and the heat made him cheeky, "This is the most profitable contract I've ever made: a week's worth of fighting, along with your share and the booty you've taken. I've earned the equivalent of one gold coin, so why don't I keep the contract?"

"You are indeed the most typical wandering knight - you don't care about your subordinates, you don't care about your colleagues. He doesn't care about the reason for the war between the two sides, and he doesn't even care about his own life, and he only has coins and gold and silver in his eyes. Chris looked at Herman's indifferent attitude and seemed a little angry, his right hand holding the wooden spoon trembled a little, "Those wandering knights still value their lives, and you don't care about it?

"Yes. Herman's broth-filled mouth popped up in reply, and in the face of Chris's surprised eyes, he slowly spat out the next word: "Fiefdom." ”

"What are you doing" After hearing Herman's words, Chris's eyes immediately turned as if they were blazing with fire, he threw the wooden bowl away, and instinctively touched the Knowles-style long-handled battle axe on his back with his right hand, "Do you say it again?!"

"I say, fiefdom. Herman glanced at the angry Chris, a hint of disdain on his rigid face, "And, don't forget, you're also a wandering knight." ”

"Damn it" Chris was completely overwhelmed by anger after hearing Herman's words, and directly pulled out the Knowles-style long-handled battle axe and held it in front of his chest with both hands, "You actually"

Chris's outburst caused a stir among the other wandering knights who were surrounding the campfires elsewhere for a while, but soon, they shrugged their shoulders and stopped talking: it is quite common among wandering knights to draw their weapons and fight each other because of verbal conflicts or discord of beliefs, and it is quite common for them to draw their weapons and fight each other to the point of bleeding or even falling apart, after all, there are people of all kinds of personality and beliefs in wandering knights, and it is not normal for them to not conflict with each other for a long time.

Just as Chris was about to swing his axe at Herman, a girl's voice came, "Lord Lynn! Master Herman! What are you doing here?!"

Heloise's long hair fluttered in the wind with her long golden shawl like ears of wheat swaying in the wind, her thick, reddish-brown inlaid iron armor outlined her slightly undulating figure, the skirt-like hem of the tin armor showed a pair of tender white calves and hazel wool boots, and her hands wearing long leather bracers were struggling to hold a large bag full of air-dried meat.

Although the girl named Heloise was only seventeen years old at most, and her height was not even as tall as Herman's shoulders, it was clear that this was a beautiful embryo that could fascinate people when she grew up.

Don't think that Heloise wore iron-studded armor just for her own protection: the hanging belt around her waist to hold the leather armor in place, and the double-edged longsword and short sword she wore on it. and the thick wooden round shield on her back all show that she is not a delicate moon flower, but a yellow rose with thorns.

"Heloise, what's in your hand?" Herman didn't seem to notice Chris's sabre-rattling. Turning his head to look at the cloth bag in Heloise's hand.

"The Marquis of Jarves has begun to distribute supplies to the troops, and this big bag is for our men, Lord Herman, have you seen enough? Heloise put the cloth bag on the ground, took out a piece of dried meat from it and threw it into the iron pot, then tilted her little head to look at Herman and Chris, "Why are you and Lord Lynn like this?"

"It's just a disagreement, and it's just a little choking. Feng Longde stood up. He handed the wooden bowl and spoon for drinking the broth to Heloise, "You have been driving the carriage all the way and being in charge of guarding at the same time, and the rest of the broth and slices of meat in the pot are yours." As for Herman," Herman said, tilting his head to look at Chris, who was still holding a Knowles-style tomahawk, "we might want to find a spacious place to fight without being disturbed?"

Chris looked at Heloise and seemed to purse his lips. Both hands clenched their Knowles-style tomahawks. But soon, he put the weapon back on his back: "There's no need for it - we're all colleagues, we can't afford to have infighting at this time, and I'm a little too impulsive." ”

"Patience is one of the virtues of a knight, even for a wandering knight. Herman hugged his arms, his blue eagle-like eyes staring straight at Chris, "hot-tempered, arrogant and conservative." And it's easy to be impulsive - I'm now completely convinced that you're a Nelson of Normanse descent from the Normans, looking at someone else's native origin. It's not enough to just look at your face. ”

"Can I understand that you are provoking again?" Chris's face slowed down, and as soon as he heard Herman's words, he suddenly began to continue to darken at a speed visible to the naked eye, "In every quarrel, you succeeded in setting my anger on fire, and if it weren't for Father Osmon's teachings to quell my anger in time, you would have been split in two by my tomahawk." ”

"Whether or not you can calm your anger has nothing to do with your faith. Herman twisted his neck, "Also, there is no point in speaking harshly - the strong only need to act, and the weak can only chatter." ”

Chris's silver teeth trembled, but this time he was not provoked by Herman, just quietly tidied up the heavy chain armor on his body, put on his overturned helmet and walked to the periphery: "Next is my time to be on guard, out of company." ”

Herman looked at Chris's departing back and didn't say anything, shrugged his shoulders and continued to sit around the campfire, picking up the wooden bowl and soup spoon again: "Heloise, help me fill a bowl." ”

"Here you go, Lord Herman. Heloise took a bowl of broth with a lot of stew and handed it to Herman, tilting her head to look at Herman, who was slightly frowning and blowing away the heat: "Lord Herman, why did Lord Lynn say that he was going to be in charge of the guard? Isn't the work of the guard in charge of the dozen or so shield spearmen under your command? ”

"Whatever, he's not my brother. Herman shook his head, he knew very well that Chris was just trying to find an excuse to go to be alone, "How is Ah Tie?"

"Brother Tie, he's roasting meat by himself on a campfire. Heloise pointed to a campfire in the distance, and a bald man sitting next to the campfire was clearly visible than the average person standing, "He eats a lot, so a campfire is barely enough for him to get the cooked food in time - he beat down a few mercenaries from other teams before, and managed to get the exclusive rights to this campfire." ”

"When you're done eating, call him over. Herman nodded, and the subject changed, "Heloise, what about our losses?"

"It's been eight days since you accepted the contract, and only sixteen of your fifty shield spearmen are left in sound or uninjured positions, and the rest are seriously injured," Heloise bit her lip, "and 'handled' Master Herman as you requested, can I say a word?"

Say. ”

"Why did you 'dispose of them'?" Heloise trembled as she thought of those sights, her hand holding the wooden bowl trembling, "they're all still alive."

Looking at Heloise, who was about to burst into tears, Herman did not mean to be touched: "Because we can't save them." ”

"Why"

"You and the other miscellaneous ladies and washerwomen in the army have taken care of them, and you should know very well what their injuries are. Herman stared at the jumping firelight, "The least injured of them was most of his ribs crushed by the war hammer in the front, and the most seriously injured one was cut in the abdomen by a two-handed sword, and his intestines flowed out, and I don't know how he persevered until the end of the battle to clean up the battlefield The doctors and ordinary monks were helpless against such seriously wounded people, the light magic of the Holy Priests could save them, but can we find them before they die?" And it would cost too much money for the Holy Priest to help such a seriously wounded person. ”

"So you killed them ruthlessly?, Lord Herman?" Heloise thought of the day when Herman took a dagger with a blank face and cut the throats of the seriously wounded with great skill.

"Rather than let them endure the severe pain of life worse than death and wail for days and nights before they die, it is better to simply give them a good time. Herman finished the bowl and burped loudly, "Anyone who dies on the spot on the battlefield is lucky, and whoever is seriously wounded and doesn't die is an unfortunate Heloise, don't pay too much attention to them, I must prioritize the living - the dead don't have to worry about anything, and the living need to move on." ”

"I see, Lord Herman," Heloise was silent for a long time before she said slowly, "Is that why Lord Lynn quarreled with you?"

"No, he got into a fight with me because of some conceptual issues. Herman's eyes reflected the warm orange-red flames of the campfire, "He just looks at everything and only looks at one aspect, but he is not bad, but I can't see his simple thoughts, and I can't talk about being angry about it - having fought side by side so many times, and experienced so many bloody battles, I think his anger will accumulate a lot, and it is a good thing to vent it all this time." ”

"Lord Herman, please allow me to say a word. Heloise bit her lip and grasped the hem of her iron-clad armor with both hands as if she were tugging at the corners of her skirt, "I feel that you, you are a good person." ”

Herman was lying on the ground with his hands behind his head at this time, and when he heard Heloise's words, he raised his eyebrows: "How can you see it?"

"As far as I feel," Heloise said, hugging her knees, carefully considering her words, "I have a feeling that if you are not a good person, you will not tolerate a person who disagrees with you, and you will not allow a rambling crossbowman to linger in your ears without killing him." ”

"Perhaps, but it is clear that a good man would not risk his own life and the lives of his subordinates for the sake of silver and gold. Herman snorted and closed his eyes, "It's better to take a break when you've eaten your fill of food than to have a full stomach and rest - be careful, the wandering knight has a hunch that these days are likely to be the longest days." (To be continued......)