Klose brought Leon to a captive, who was supposed to be a hoplite, with a bald head but a stocky look.

The poor creature was pale, and one arm hung limply at his side—probably a comminuted fracture at the very least.

Maybe it's even powdery......

"Where did you get this helmet?"

Leon stabbed the guy in the wound, eliciting a cry of pain and a look of begging for mercy.

“…… Pain and pain...... Please don't torture me, my lord. This was sponsored by Young Master Forschel half a month ago...... Chainmail and weapons too. ”

This slightly bald infantry recruited quite crisply.

Originally, there are so many tough guys in this world, and the Metenheim warriors have to bite pig's trotters to treat their injuries, let alone underworld gangs like the Red Brotherhood.

But Forcher again?

Were the pirates also 'sponsored' by Forscher?

No wonder those pirates are not doing their jobs and are exploring everywhere.

The Red Brotherhood, the Cato warlords, the pirates - this bastard has a lot of business!

What is this young master going to do, is this to save up an all-professional villain achievement?

"In other words, you only came here half a month ago?"

Leon began to make small talk, appearing very approachable, tugging at the captive's collar, looking at the wound on his shoulder, and then shaking his head sympathetically—powdery, this arm is not saved.

"Yes, sir...... I'm just a responsible person, please let me go, I'm willing to do things for you......"

Seeing that Leon seemed to be 'pity' for his injury, the bald fellow's tone became respectful and humble.

"Uh-huh, when did you bring those Gatu people to the village?"

Leon echoed his plea for mercy, still asking lightly, as if he were asking casually.

"About three or four days ago, it was the knight lord of the Horton family who brought them over, and we didn't understand what the Gatu people said. My lord, can you let me go......"

Li Ang smiled kindly: "Of course, I will take you back to Changhe Town in a while." Anson! My doctor, come over here......"

Anson was tending to the injuries of several injured Metenheim when he heard the shouts and ran over sweating.

"Anson, take good care of them, don't let them die."

Anson and the bald infantryman both looked in reverence, as if they didn't expect Leon to care so kindly about the captive.

The bald captives even felt as if they might be free.

But then Leon began to instruct Klose next to him: "This guy is very valuable now, keep an eye on him and don't let him run away, if necessary, break his legs!" ”

Klose nodded calmly and solemnly.

The poor captive's look of hope suddenly turned to despair......

Anson shook his head and sighed, and went on with his work.

The goddess is really looking after me, Brother Weibald, you know too much!

Luckily, Klose used a hammer!

When he looked at the captives again, Li Ang was already calm and calm.

But his eyes had clearly lit up in the shape of gold coins—he had thought that these captives were of little value, but now he seemed to be able to find a buyer!

Originally, this group of Red Brotherhood people could not be sold to slave traders, but could only waste food.

Even if you can sell it, you won't have too high a profit. The men were not very good in man and appearance, and they were all handicapped, and they could not afford to sell them for a price from the slave traders—Metenheim was heavily armed, and almost every captive had a few broken bones.

But now, these captives probably have a buyer who will be happy to buy it at a high price, the Count of Oden.

These captives knew that Duke Alma had colluded with the Catu, and if they fell into the hands of Auden, they should allow the Count to bite Archduke Alma back.

Although these scum of the Red Brotherhood may not be accepted in the official table, at least it will allow Auden to explain in front of the king without being so passive all the time.

Leon felt as if he could gather wool again...... Well, it's fair trade again!

The captives were quickly cleared out, and there were quite a few of them, 18 in all.

In the system, a line of words has appeared in the 'Prisoners' column of the team list - Civilian Captives of the Lion Realm (18).

Not surprisingly, the captive slot is only half functional - just like the teammates slot, the captive slot doesn't have any convenient options, and you have to do whatever you want to do, such as releasing or talking.

Moreover, no matter what kind of troops they originally were, now there is only one collective name left, but it seems to have a regional culture.

This makes sense, since the captives are now left with only their underwear, and they don't know what they once were—Klose had stripped them of all their equipment.

Leon guessed that if he captured a nobleman from a certain kingdom, such as a knight or a knight's servant, it would probably only show up as 'captive of a nobleman of such and such a realm'.

……

After the mercenaries gradually cleared the battlefield and regrouped, Leon began to count the battle damage.

The overall losses of the troops were small, and the Meettenheim heavy armor defense was very good, although a few macho men were wounded during the charge, but none of the Metenheim infantry were killed.

But the hired crossbowman, who shouldn't have been damaged, was killed instead.

Yes, there will always be casualties in a war, and in this not a fierce battle, there is still an unlucky guy who died.

The crossbowmen were always in the back row, which was not dangerous, but this guy was unfortunately shot in the face by the opposing archers.

Died silently.

This is indeed very unlucky, there are only a few archers on the other side, and they still use very poor wooden hunting bows, just ordinary militia.

Moreover, the opposite side was attacked suddenly, and except for the hoplites who blocked Leon's questioning at the beginning, the other enemies were not fully prepared for battle.

But that's the way it is on the battlefield, a sudden random arrow, or even an arrow that was originally aimed at another target, could kill you.

And the mercenaries originally did the work of licking blood from the knife edge, and they were used to seeing life and death, so they naturally did not feel sad because someone died in battle.

Leon mourned for the unfortunate crossbowman for a short while, and then asked the mercenaries to put the unfortunate dead in order, intending to have the carpenter make a coffin and bury the dead properly.

He had some remorse - he hadn't even found anyone killed before, and as a commander, it was unforgivable.

Of course, this was mainly because he ran after Juan halfway.

After a brief silence, Leon left the crossbowman's relic alone, preparing to send Lesley's caravan back to the deceased's homeland in a few days.

Leon showed unprecedented generosity at this time, saying that he would pay for the burial of his brothers who died in battle, and would provide a considerable amount of money to the deceased's family.

In the event of an incurable disability, he also pays a guarantee to enable those who fought for him to sustain themselves in the future.

This way of dealing with things that seems to be taken for granted in modern times was immediately appreciated by all his subordinates.