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Seeing the actions of the warrior dressed as an Arab nobleman in front of him, Feng Longde had to put down the knight's sword that he had just swung, but in order to prevent accidents, he did not put the sword back into its sheath, but continued to stare at the man with the knight's sword.

Feng Longde could not find any language that matched the strange language that came out of this man's mouth, and naturally he could not understand what he was saying, but his movements were in a posture that had been used all over the world, and with the act of throwing his knife, all the remaining Muslim soldiers also threw away their weapons and shields, and raised their hands hesitantly.

Staring at the man who looked like a Muslim commander in front of him, Feng Longde didn't know what to say: he was sure that he couldn't understand any language he could speak, and he would be confused about anything he said—the man in front of him had begun to change to a strange Arabic-like language, and the style sounded as incomprehensible as the ancient Chinese spoke in the form of classical Chinese.

In fact, this is also normal: when Feng Longde was a history otaku, he once listened to lectures on ancient English pronunciation in various periods because of his own interests. It was found that as long as there is a difference of at least 400 years, even if the pronunciation of the same language is completely different, not to mention the problem of various local dialects, it is already considered two language styles

Therefore, even though Feng Longde is already familiar with the major languages of the modern world, he has no problem in the face of this situation: who can now act as a translator between the victors and the vanquished, except for the linguists who specialize in the pronunciation of various languages in various periods?

After thinking about it, there is no way to solve this problem now. Moreover, Feng Longde's soul strength did not support the ability to speak directly in the soul of the other party, so he could only order some guard knights to keep an eye on them, and then let the rest of the guard knights start cleaning up the battlefield with the undead spear throwers and newborn corpse witches.

The battle lasted from morning to noon, and although it did not last long, the fierce shouts of killing had already terrified the inhabitants of the half of the world to the south, anxiously waiting for someone to tell them what was going on.

The battle was over, but Feng Longde still had something to do: although his side did not have any combat attrition, at most it lost some newborn corpses temporarily reincarnated from the enemy's corpses, but the heavy javelins were consumed a lot. And most of the Knights of the Guard's Teutonic Gothic plate armor needed to be repaired, and even a few needed to be rebuilt - for example, Yarman's Black Goat Horn Barrel Helmet was almost split in two by an Arab one-handed crescent moon tomahawk, and he is currently wearing a chainmail turban to protect his head. Moreover, the chaotic battlefield here also needs to organize all useful materials such as the corpses of the enemy, various weapons and equipment, and enemy horses whether they are dead or alive, and then Feng Longde and the guards knights will devour the soul energy that appears when they kill the enemy here, preventing the aura of death from entrenching here and strengthening their souls.

This was just a matter for his own side to deal with, and when Feng Longde saw a white-haired figure jumping from a rooftop, he knew that there was something else to do: the red-eyed girl with fluttering silver hair who was turning over and leaning against the wall. It was Kamihiro Ze Huiyin, who watched the battle all the way.

"Thanks to your efforts, the village is safe now. "Looking at Feng Longde, who was dripping with blood on his armor, burqa, and hooded cloak. Huiyin instinctively felt a little afraid to approach, "Do you need any help?"

"Just tell the villagers, we have a lot of things to do. Feng Longde took off his demon ring-winged barrel helmet, and the enemy's blood was so thick that the chainmail turban inside the helmet and the face in the chainmail turban were nearly soaked into specks of blood-red, "I hope you can provide us with some carriages and hemp rope or something—of course, we'll pay for it." ”

"Why don't you tell everybody? After all, you're the ones who contribute the most. And I'm just a spectator. Hui Yin looked at Feng Longde with interest, who was about to turn around and leave.

"Ha, look at what I look like now. Feng Longde turned his head and pointed to his whole body, his blood-red face was full of white teeth, and he grinned widely, "I dare to pack the ticket, if it is for me to inform everyone of the current situation." It is estimated that not many people will cheer, but a large number of people will faint directly after seeing my miserable appearance, and God knows if there will be any people who will be scared to death."

Huiyin was speechless: this Teutonic man was so direct that even if he was talking about his own affairs, he didn't know how to change it to a more euphemistic statement, as if the brain lacked this neural circuit.

Feng Longde waved his hand and walked back to the outside of the village to deal with his post-war treatment, and Huiyin could only sigh and turn his head to look at the roof where he had been staying before.

There was originally a person on top who was watching this bloody battle, but at some point, that person had disappeared for a long time, as if he had never appeared.

Huiyin shook her head, then walked towards the north of the village, where the residents of the area were temporarily settled.

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"Boom!" After removing the armor from the corpse, the undead spear throwers piled up all the metal weapons and shields with the armor, and a conical iron helmet that had just been split was thrown onto the debris pile. and another semicircular iron helmet with a crisp metal crash.

There were nearly 100 Muslim soldiers who surrendered, and the rest had already become corpses everywhere - most of the troops in the Cold Weapon Age suffered casualties of more than one-tenth of the number in a short period of time and were extremely easy to collapse, but these Muslim troops were able to hold out until only about one-ninth of the number was left before they laid down their arms and surrendered under the orders of the chief.

On the edge of the battlefield, the imam, who had chanted prayers to boost morale, were also taken back and tied up with Muslim prisoners of war. Those religious people with average physical fitness were far from being compared to the guards knights who were black knights, and Feng Longde saw with his own eyes a female guard knight who took off her helmet to reveal a dazzling long golden hair, she directly carried two imams who looked like they were still in their early twenties in one hand and walked in the direction where the Muslim captives were waiting, and then skillfully picked up the hemp rope and tied the two unlucky eggs into silkworm chrysalis, and after everything was in parallel with the others, she patted the dust off her hands and busily sorted out the captured weapons and equipment。

Feng Longde was a little speechless: he had seen a lot of online novels before, in which if there were women in the male pig's foot guard, it was all delusional level girls who turned around and whispered softly to the male pig's feet after killing people, and what about the real situation? If it weren't for the fact that the cuirass of the Teutonic Gothic plate armor on them had some undulations. I guess no one would have thought that there would be women in this royal guard, because their behavior pattern is no different from that of the Teutonic lords!

Teutonic fierce sister, worthy of her name.

After piling up the corpses of the enemy and all kinds of weapons and equipment, Feng Longde and the knights of the guard repeatedly confirmed that the Muslim captives were bound and could not escape, and they sat or lay on the bloody battlefield and closed their eyes.

To the Muslim captives, these terrifying Crusader knights seemed to be enjoying the peace of the aftermath, or perhaps they were performing some strange prayer ritual to their Christian God: most of the Muslim soldiers had never left their homes in their daily lives, and many things about Christians were hearsay. It's no surprise that I think so.

Abdullah frowned at the black-armored Crusader knights, who had a village in his territory that was made up of mostly Christian residents. Naturally, he knew what the Christian way of life and religious rituals were like -- he began to suspect that the men who had defeated him were not Christians at all!

"Who the hell are they?!" Abdullah thought of his group in an unknown area, and his heart suddenly froze, "The truth must be the worst plan I had ever thought of."

When Abdullah was suspicious here, Feng Longde was sitting on the grass, not caring at all that there was a hollow in the grass with a lot of dirty blood under him. I closed my eyes.

More than 800 Muslim soldiers and dozens of Arab horses were killed here, and the souls of dead humans and horses were not as tough as those of the undead, so their souls were slowly dissipating into scattered soul energy, which began to slowly dissipate under the sunlight.

Therefore, in order to avoid waste, Feng Longde and the knights of the Guards began to absorb the soul energy in this area as soon as possible. It can not only solve the problem of their current lack of soul energy, but also avoid preventing the formation of an immortal land and the birthplace of wild undead creatures due to the accumulation of a large amount of death breath here.

The knights of the Guards only absorbed a small amount of soul energy to replenish their energy, then broke open their eyes and got up, and continued to be busy with their post-battle cleaning up the battlefield, because the abundant soul energy here was for the undead king to devour.

Feng Longde's soul strength had been lingering in the soul fire stage for too long, if he simply flattened these abundant soul energies to all the deceased, then everyone's soul strength would not improve much, but if he let these soul energies be fully devoured and digested by one person, then his soul strength would be vastly different.

The soul energy displaced on the battlefield gathered towards him under the suction of Feng Longde's soul, forming a half-formed dark blue light, and then continuously submerged into Feng Longde's body.

Every time some dark blue light submerged into his body, Feng Longde's aura grew a little stronger, but in the same way, every time he devoured some soul energy, Feng Longde was stunned and began to digest the devoured soul energy with all his strength and turn it into a part of his soul fire structure.

This kind of procedure was quite boring, and when the knights of the guard began to be a little bored and ready to find something to pass the time, Feng Longde didn't even move, and was still devouring soul energy wholeheartedly.

After a while, Huiyin came from the village with some villagers, followed by dozens of horse-drawn carts for pulling goods.

"Mr. Longde, what are you doing?" Huiyin looked at Feng Longde, who was sitting motionless in a pool of blood, suspiciously, thinking that he had lost his strength due to the high-intensity battle or had some knots in his heart due to a large number of killings, so he hurriedly wanted to walk over to see what was going on.

Before the knight of the guard could step forward to stop her from disturbing Feng Longde's soul devouring process, Feng Longde suddenly stood up and covered his head with both hands.

Feng Longde's hands wearing plate armor gloves almost grabbed into his scalp, and the solid armor made his blood flow: in his cranial cavity, the crimson soul fire that originally coexisted with the brain tissue began to change dramatically, gradually forming a constantly rotating soul fireball, and beating slowly, just like a heart.

Unlike ordinary undead creatures, the deceased who have undergone a delicate reincarnation process still have brain tissue in their heads, and they are still alive. Even though it has long since lost its former function, it has become a vessel for the soul of the deceased - although it can be used to store the soul by emptying the cranial cavity, it is safer to have a layer of brain tissue to protect it.

As a half-deceased half-virus prototype, although Feng Longde has begun to use his soul to carry out most of the original work of the brain, he has not reached the level of strength that can completely abandon the brain: if Feng Longde really dares to do this, it will be completely braided, so when the soul fire undergoes a drastic change, even the brain with the same body also vibrates, making Feng Longde feel extremely painful.

Those who saw this scene, whether they were the knights of the guards, the Muslim prisoners of war, the villagers, or Huiyin, were all shocked. Just as Yarman and Huiyin went over to see the situation, Feng Longde twisted his neck and returned to normal after sweeping the expression of gritting his teeth before.

At this moment, the extremely strong soul fire mass in his skull cavity stopped rotating as if it had broken some limit, and before Feng Longde, who had just realized this, could react, the soul fire mass began to contract violently. (To be continued......)