Riding and Slashing

Chapter 27 Knowing Too Much
Klose brought Li Ang to a prisoner, who was supposed to be a hoplite with a bit bald head, but looked very strong.

The poor guy's face was pale, and one arm was already hanging limply by his side—it was probably at least a comminuted fracture.

Maybe even powdery...

"Where did you get this helmet?"

Li Ang poked the guy's wound, causing a cry of pain and a begging look.

"... Pain, pain... Please don't torture me, my lord. This was sponsored by Master Forscher half a month ago... so are the chain armor and weapons."

The slightly bald infantry was recruited quite simply.

Originally, how could there be so many tough guys in this world, and Mettenheim soldiers would have to bite a pig's hoof to heal an injury, let alone a mafia gang like the Red Brotherhood.

However, Fuscher again?

Were those pirates also 'sponsored' by Forscher?
No wonder those pirates explore everywhere without doing their jobs.

Red Brotherhood, Jatu Warlords, Pirates—this illegitimate child has a wide range of businesses!

What on earth is this young master going to do? Is he trying to make a full-time villain?

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

Li Ang started chatting, looking very approachable, and tugged on the captive's collar, looked at the wound on his shoulder, and then shook his head sympathetically - powdery, this arm is hopeless.

"Yes, my lord... I am just a man of duty, please let me go, I am willing to do things for you..."

Seeing that Li Ang seemed to be 'sympathizing' with his injury, the slightly bald guy's tone became respectful and humble.

"Hmm, when did you bring those Jatu people to the village?"

Li Ang echoed his begging for mercy, still asking casually, as if asking casually.

"About three or four days ago, the Lord Knight of the Horton family brought them there. We couldn't understand what the Jatu 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 here..."

Anson was treating several injured Mettenheimers nearby, when he heard the shouts and ran over sweating profusely.

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

Both An Sen and the bald infantry looked revered, as if they didn't expect Li Ang to care about the captives so kindly.

It even seemed to the bald captive that he might be free.

But then Li Ang began to tell 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 seriously.

The hopeful eyes of the poor prisoner suddenly turned into 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!
Fortunately, Klose and the others used a hammer!
When he looked at the captives again, Li Ang looked calm and composed.

But the eyes have obviously brightened into the shape of gold coins-I thought these captives were worthless at first, but now it seems that they can find buyers!

Originally, this group of Red Brotherhood members could not sell to slave traders, they could only waste food.

Even if it can be sold, it will not have a high profit.This group of people is not very good in skill and appearance, and they are all disabled. They cannot be sold to the slave traders. Mettenheim has a heavy hand, and almost every prisoner has a broken bone.

But now, these captives probably have a buyer who will be willing to pay a high price-the Earl of Oden.

These captives knew about Duke Alma's collusion with the Jatu people. If they fell into Auden's hands, the Earl should take advantage of this to bite Duke Alma back.

Although these scumbags from the Red Brotherhood would not be able to stand on the stage, and their testimony might not be accepted officially, but at least it would allow Auden to make sense in front of the king, so that he would not be so passive all the time.

Li Ang felt that he could squeeze the wool again... well, it could be a fair trade again!
The captives were quickly cleared out, and there were quite a few of them, 18 in total.

In the system, in the 'Captives' column of the team list, a line has appeared - civilian captives of Sarleon (18).

Unsurprisingly, the captive bar only has half the functions—the same as the teammate bar, and the captive bar doesn't have any convenient function options. What to do has to be done according to realistic logic, such as releasing or talking.

Moreover, no matter what kind of arms they were originally, there is only one collective name left now, but it seems that the regional culture is separated.

This is reasonable, after all, these captives now only have underwear left, and they can't tell what kind of arms they used to be - Klose stripped off all their equipment.

Li Ang guessed that if the nobles of a certain kingdom were captured, such as knights or knight retinues, they would probably only be displayed as "prisoners of nobles of a certain realm".

……

After the mercenaries gradually cleaned up the battlefield and regrouped, Li Ang began to count the battle damage.

The overall loss of the army was very small, and the heavy armor of Mettenheim had a good defense. Although a few strong men were injured when they charged, no one of the Mettenheim infantry was killed.

But the hired crossbowmen who shouldn't have been injured were killed instead.

Yes, there are always casualties in wars. In this not intense battle, one unlucky guy still died.

The crossbowmen were always in the back row, and it wasn't dangerous at first, but unfortunately, this guy was shot in the face by the opponent's archer.

Died silently.

This is really unlucky. There are only a few archers on the opposite side, and they still use very poor wooden hunting bows. They are just ordinary militiamen.

Moreover, the opposite side was attacked suddenly. Except for the few hoplites who blocked Li Ang's questioning at the beginning, the other enemies were not fully prepared for battle.

But that's how it is on the battlefield, a sudden random arrow, or even a missed arrow that was originally aimed at another target, may kill you instead.

The mercenaries used to do the job of licking blood, and they were used to seeing life and death, so naturally they would not feel sad because someone died in battle.

Li Ang mourned for the unfortunate crossbowman alone for a while, and then asked the mercenaries to collect the unfortunate deceased. He planned to ask the carpenter to make a coffin for the deceased to be properly buried.

He blamed himself a little - he hadn't even found out that anyone had died in battle before, and as a commander, this was unforgivable.

Of course, this is mainly because he ran to chase Juan halfway.

After a brief silence, Li Ang placed the crossbowman's relic alone, and planned to entrust Leslie's caravan to send it back to the deceased's hometown in a few days.

Li Ang showed unprecedented generosity at this time-he said that he would pay for the burial of the brothers who died in battle in the future, and would provide a considerable pension to the family of the deceased.

In the event of an incurable disability, he will also pay a guarantee so that those who fought for him can maintain a basic life in the future.

This way of dealing with it, which modern people think should be taken for granted, immediately won the gratitude of all the subordinates.

(End of this chapter)