Rumi Knight quickly rushed to the army with a batch of manpower and supplies provided by the local caravan.
The locals were unwilling to enter the Kendall army. Seeing their worry and reluctance, Knight Rumi did not force the other party to do as he said, so he let these people settle outside the army.
To be honest, the battlefield where the battle was fought just now is full of flesh and blood, not just the harpies shot down from the sky, besides that, there are scattered horse corpses and **** human corpses.
Someone was digging out the corpse of his companion from the grass with a sad face, and asked someone to carry the corpse, asking the chief and deputy captains of the militiamen to ask if they were militia companions who had not been seen in each team.
In the previous battle, many people separated from their own militia team, and everyone couldn't hear them at this time, so they gathered together in a mess, looking for their own team, and wanted to stay with familiar people.
After seeing this, Knight Rumi quickly stopped the actions of those who identified the corpse. The other party couldn’t hear them when they shouted. Knight Rumi had to go over to stop the person himself, and even made gestures to let the other party understand. The matter of morale is not appropriate in the current chaotic situation.
It should wait until the army spends the night in the village tonight, after each team has finished sorting out, and then identify the corpses based on the small militia team.
After dealing with this terrible thing, Knight Rumi found the baron and reported the results of what he had done to the baron.
"Then organize a group of slightly injured soldiers to go there for treatment. In addition, you can inform Brose and ask him to find someone to transfer some unimportant supplies piled up on the ground to the carriage rented by the caravan."
The Baron responded.
"Well, the carriages of these locals are no longer arranged in the logistics team during the march, but together with the remaining caravans, let our caravans take care of them."
"Yes, my lord. And, my lord, I."
Knight Rumi wanted to say something, but when Baron Kendall turned his head to look over, he hesitated again.
Rumi knew that Baron Kendall didn't want his knights to have too strong religious inclinations. Although it was impossible for a person to have no religious inclinations, he knew that the baron only used the churches in Kendall County as a tool he could use.
Although the Baron himself is a member of the Church of the God of Nobles, the God of Nobles is quite different from other gods with a wide range of believers, so they cannot be generalized.
His territory is located outside the territory directly connected with Kendall County. Over the years, he has relied on tenacious spirit and unity to survive in the surrounding and difficult environment, and the factor of faith cannot be absent.
But it was still difficult for him to open his mouth to explain his distress to Baron Kendall.
"It's nothing, my lord. Those local businessmen are quite clear about the current situation, and it doesn't take much effort to communicate with them."
In the end, he could only change the subject.
"That's good, the monster colonies on the Guaifeng Grassland, the trade routes, and the caravans sandwiched in between, the relationship between them is not something we outsiders can talk about. We are just passing by on the march, and we will not go back to the city again. Here. I hope they can understand that our army is just borrowing, and there is no need to be so vigilant and worried.”
The baron explained: "Even though we just had a fierce battle with the local monsters, we didn't provoke it on our own initiative. The threat of monsters is always there, and things like this will happen when outsiders first arrive here. It's just that the newcomers who didn't understand these 'rules' before disappeared under the mouth of the harpies, and we only survived if we were strong."
Speaking of this, Baron Kendall was even a little unhappy: "If those merchants still resent us for having conflicts with monsters, why don't they think about it, if they had confessed the little secrets of going through this trade route before, how would things go well? The situation so far."
Knight Rumi curled his lips secretly. The baron said this, as if the local businessman really said it, and you are willing to obey it. Didn't everyone buy some sheep from the village where they stayed overnight yesterday, but didn't the fighting still happen today?
Marching all the way, the elite army he built himself and the two knights under his command gave the baron who controlled everything extra pride. If he didn't really fight, how could he look at everything rationally.
The harpies are a group of inhuman monsters that are highly controlled in the local area, and the Kendall army is an elite human army that has traveled all the way south.
A touch is what will happen with a high probability, and what actually happened.
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Knight Crowe waved his arms and directed the last harpy corpse to be loaded into the cold carriage.
Compared to the leader of the monster, which took a lot of effort to deal with, the average harpy was three meters tall and had huge wings, but its actual weight was only comparable to that of a warrior in iron armor. Among all kinds of monsters, it is already considered to be a very light one.
Even some huge beasts often weigh hundreds of kilograms and tons, so it's not too much trouble to deal with them.
These harpies are as easy to carry and move as little chickens, as long as the wings are closed and close to the body, and then the whole body is wrapped with ropes, and then stuffed into the carriage and frozen, the whole process is directly completed.
The real trouble is that when the monster fell, the blood spattered. Many soldiers subconsciously swallowed part of the monster's flesh and blood. This may increase their physique in a short period of time, but it will not take long for various internal diseases to entangle them. As a result, many innocent soldiers were sick and died prematurely.
This made Knight Crowe frowned fiercely.
He knew, of course he knew that many of the 500 militiamen would definitely die in the series of battles that followed, no matter how precise his command and protection were, but the war was so ruthless, many of them would still die.
Most of the physical diseases that only break out on a yearly basis are really not enjoyed by many people, but he still has an idea, and wants to find a way to deal with this hidden danger.
But related potions or magical treatments that eliminate a small amount of monster flesh and blood are not cheap things.
Knight Crowe was a little troubled by this.
‘Will the Baron pay for it? ’ He shook his head just thinking about it.
Impossible, after all, his friend and monarch also lost a lot of money this time, and there are a lot of troubles on his mind, how could he use resources in such an 'unrealistic' place.
"Just keep it from the soldiers." Everyone would say that, he muttered softly.
Sighing, he began to organize the scattered militia.
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Kiel nodded. He had just finished clearing the last mass of fallen coins outside the army.
Everyone quietly picked up the coins they found into their pockets. After picking them up and down each time, they dumped their respective pockets into the cash box.
This was followed by pairs of people frisking each other to make sure no one was actually hiding some shiny trinkets.
boom.
Kiel kicked the almost full cash box shut, and then hung the metal lock on the outside of the cash box in front of everyone, locking it firmly.
The keys were handed over to an older clerk for safekeeping, while the cash box was moved into the carriage they had brought by the baron's personal guards in front of everyone.
The person holding the key is not with the cash box.
"Very well, let's take a rest. After the militia team is assembled, we have to collect all the damaged coins that they spontaneously picked up one by one."
Keir said: "But I have to explain in advance that they pick up coins, we can't criticize and punish them for this matter, that is human nature, even if the money does not belong to them, but to our baron Your lord's property."
Keel smiled: "But just like crows like to pick up shiny gadgets, when they dig out their nests, they will always find some interesting gadgets. We humans are also a kind of life that likes to do this, after all, everyone They all like to keep these shiny bauble hidden in the house."
Everyone simply laughed for a while, and Keir continued: "It's nature, and they can't be blamed. As long as they can realize that this wealth has an owner, and the owner is not them, it will be fine. Carefully check the militiamen. their respective luggage."
He looked at the sky: "This can't be done in a short while. I guess I'll have to be busy until dark, and I'll have to do it while walking in a while. If you are careful, it can better reflect your loyalty to the Baron. Alright, when I report to Lord Baron later, I will also report his name. Let Lord know who is the most loyal when defending his wealth."
Some people straightened up, obviously not wanting to let go of this opportunity. They didn't doubt what Kiel said. After all, everyone saw his heroic performance in the previous battle.
Flying in the sky with Knight Crowe to fight the harpies and playing a pivotal role, Keel's performance could make a bard write a poem.
In this small place in Kendall, they are all the kind that can be sung in pubs.
The person Kiel had sent out to check before sent a message to Knight Crowe, please ask the completed militia team to stand in line outside the crowded carriage team.
So, after walking half a circle around the logistics carriage team, they found several teams resting on the soft grass.
The chief and deputy militia captains in these teams have already let the priests heal their damaged hearing. Through them, they can control their respective militia squads well.
Knight Crowe only asked them to wait here before, and didn't say much, so they were a little surprised when Keir brought someone over.
"Everyone, I'm Kiel, everyone must know me, right? I'm ordered by the baron to collect the damaged precious coins that fell from the mimetic warriors during the previous battle. Please cooperate."
Kyle said seriously.
What he said made the militia captains very uneasy, because not only their subordinates, but also many of them secretly picked up some and held them in their hands.
I thought it was okay for everyone to do this in the chaos. After all, if others pick it up, you will lose if you don’t pick it up. But I didn't expect that after the fierce battle was over, things were waiting here.
"Keil, Keel, come here."
Faced with embarrassment, the captain of the militia team who had met Kiel in the night fighting before greeted Kiel in a low voice.
Keir didn't care either, and lowered his head to listen to what he had to say after approaching.
The two chattered for a while, and Kiel whispered something to the other party, which directly let the militia leader breathe a sigh of relief. Seeing this person's performance, Keir whispered the same words to the others.
Everyone calm down.
"How about it? Let's start then? Everyone, please appease your respective team members during the process. Don't make some troubles, it's not good for everyone."
Keir finished with a smile, and then called a militia squad.
The captain of the militia team called his team members, spread out and lined up, their sight was blocked by the money cart, preventing other militia teams from seeing directly, which increased their sense of uneasiness.
The baron's personal guards were all soldiers, for fear that they would act violently, Keir only let them watch from the sidelines to hold the formation, and handed over the work of manual inspection to the clerk and a few town militiamen who followed.
So, in the bewilderment of the less than ten militiamen, they were first asked to put down their weapons, then take off their simple leather and wood armor and luggage, and finally their clothes.
The afternoon in spring is not too cold, but the strange wind grassland with strong winds all year round is still not too warm. Even though there has been a fierce battle before, everyone is slowly calming down from the passion at this moment. The heat of exercise during the battle still cannot make everyone feel warm.
Seeing the undressed young militiamen with their arms folded in a dazed expression, Kiel frowned. He whispered a few words to a baron's attendant, who was a little surprised, but still At Kiel's insistence, he nodded and left.
Soon, the attendant returned with two nervous cooks, holding some bread that they entrusted to buy yesterday in Thor Village.
These things were originally used as food reserves, but Keir asked for some. With his amazing performance in the battle just now, these logistics personnel agreed to his request.
The bread was not for himself, but for the militiamen who were being inspected.
"Break a piece of bread into four neat pieces, please give them to them." Kiel said to the two cooks, and pointed at the militiamen waiting for inspection with ugly faces with his chin.
"Okay Keel, little thing, little thing. Don't you want some? I just made it this morning. Although it's cold, it's still very soft, and it will harden quickly after letting it sit."
The cook asked Keel flatteringly. But Keir shook his head and refused: "I killed too many monsters today, saw too much blood, and have no appetite."
These words made the two chefs quite ashamed. After a closer look at the iron armor on Kiel's body, although it has been scrubbed, the gaps are still filled with blood. The smell of blood.
It's just that they were surrounded by this smell in the carriage line before, so they didn't realize that at this moment, in the open space outside the carriage line, the **** smell on Kiel's body was very recognizable.
This made them hurry away with the bread in their arms.
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The militiamen who were inspected were still a little puzzled, why they had to arrange a group of them alone and unload their weapons and equipment, but their captain did the same with a group, and they followed the captain to do the same.
But soon these young people from various villages saw what the logistics personnel in front of them were doing. They were searching their clothes and luggage, which made them feel insulted.
Moreover, they still stripped naked for inspection, which really made them angry.
The inspector looked at the militiamen who were huddled together because of the temperature, but stared at them, but they didn't take it seriously. They sneered and poured out the important things stored in the money pockets sewn inside the clothes by the militiamen, and didn't care about other things. Things like small things from home and amulets presented by relatives and friends, regardless of the normal dozens of copper coins.
They twisted silver or gold coins that were broken into pieces and shook them vigorously in front of these militiamen.
This time, some of the thin-skinned militiamen have lowered their heads, and the previous anger is gone, and there are more frightened expressions.
Obviously they knew what they had taken.
But there are thick-skinned guys who don't care, and even want to **** the valuable and damaged coins back from the examiner.
The baron's personal guard next to him immediately stepped forward and grabbed the militiaman who wanted to move, and let the man watch the inspector throw valuable and broken coins into a large pocket on their waist.
Just when the atmosphere was somewhat stalemate, the cook came over with a full bag of bread, put the excess bread on the clean grass, then picked up the soft bread and broke it, and broke the round loaf from the middle They were divided into four portions, and a large ball of brown bread was stuffed into the hands of either the militiamen who were at a loss or the militiamen who were stalemate.
After making the gesture of eating, the cooks immediately walked away, one stayed here, and the other went back to bring more bread according to Kiel's request.
The militiamen who were hungry and growling were stunned for a moment. Between the precious coins that they did not pick up and the tempting bread in their hands, all of them chose bread.
Immediately, he wolfed down the food with the aroma of grain and stuffed it into his mouth. First, he chewed vigorously, then carefully rubbed it with his teeth, stirred it with his tongue, and finally swallowed it reluctantly.
Bread is not something that everyone can eat every day. Even if the farmers grow wheat, the raw material for bread is finely ground or at least coarsely ground wheat flour. To grind wheat flour, a big village usually uses the mill in the village that belongs to the knight's family, or not the knight's master, but the windmill mill that belongs to the entire village's property, in order to grind high-quality wheat flour.
Naturally, it is possible to use a small stone mill to grind wheat flour manually at home, but this is hard work and labor-intensive, and the children in the family who do not take up labor do not have the energy to use a small stone mill. As for big animals such as donkeys or farm cattle, ordinary farmers do not have such things in their homes. Only wealthy farmers with a large population or a lot of fields have their own animals.
However, the labor of animals will also be used cautiously, and will not be used for grinding. Unless the large animals are too old to work in the fields, they will be used by a few people to grind wheat flour.
But most of these wheat flour will be exchanged for coins by the merchants who come and go. Only during festivals will they be used to mix mushrooms or poultry to make exquisite food to celebrate the festival~www.mtlnovel.com~Finally, even if it is The exquisite food of these festivals must first be dedicated to the priests in the village, then to the stewards of the knight's house, and finally to the people who actually manage the village. What is left will be enjoyed at home.
In the end, when eating at home, the father and elder brothers who are already married must eat first, and only after they are full can they be eaten by other family members.
To be honest, although it was dangerous to go out to fight with Lord Baron Kendall, the food we ate along the way really made everyone unsatisfied.
You can see the smell of meat every day, and occasionally you can eat marinated salty fat meat, which can't be better.
These days, not only are they gaining weight, but many people are getting stronger, even if they have to walk all day every day.
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The corners of Kiel's mouth curled up when he saw that the inspected militiamen were no longer resistant to body searches.
Soon, scattered valuable broken coins hidden in boots, inner pockets of clothes, between belts, and inside helmets were found, and then confiscated. These things were returned to the militiamen who choked on dry bread.
They quickly dressed and armed again, and no one commented on this kind of thing. So, the captain formed the team, and they regrouped in another open space to sit down and rest according to Kiel's wishes.
Then the second team of militiamen was called forward, and the process was still the same, inspection, distribution of bread, team formation, and repair.
On the side of the carriage, the militia teams organized by Knight Crow kept coming to repair them, and there were also teams from Kiel's side constantly inspecting them. Many broken coins were searched out. Regardless of whether the militiamen who were searched were willing or not, the money was put in into the inspector's pocket, and then, when full, into the open cash box on the side.