Baron Abette didn't last until the next day, and he left that night.

If his son had not led the knight to the front in the last battle, everyone should have seen a young man kneeling in grief in front of his body.

Unfortunately, his son was hit on his head by a vow warrior in a melee. The iron helmet and his head were sunk together, and the person was exhausted on the spot.

Later, after the battle ended, the knights and captured soldiers were locked in the village and waited to be redeemed. All this was heard by Baron Abette's servant who failed to find someone after he proposed to meet his heirs for the last time before his death.

When the servant returned to the siege camp, returned to the tent where Baron Wolf soldiers were guarding at the door, and returned to the bed surrounded by Baron Abette's attendant and priest. After informing Baron Abette with regret, he widened his blue eyes covered in haze, his face was covered in dust and full of decadence. His injuries looked even worse.

Finally, Baron Abette passed away in extreme sorrow and reluctance. The priest who had been praying next to him took out the oil can bottle to give the baron an oil gift, and everyone lowered their heads in grief.

A strong wind blew up the curtain and swayed the faint candlelight from the candlestick beside it. The priest and servants shuddered, as if the god of death had just arrived and took away Baron Abette's unfortunate soul.

Not long after, everything calmed down.

The priest went to the entrance of the camp to inform Baron Wolf's gatekeeper of Baron Abette's death. Next to Baron Abette's body, a small servant took away the half-bamboo blood that had flowed out of the Baron through bloodletting therapy.

When Baron Wolf learned the news in his noisy hall, he was sitting in the comfortable wolf-skin chair, with a red face and a wooden cup full of fruit wine.

"I understand. I don't need to tell me this kind of news when my friends and I drink and talk to each other. It's not too late to say it the next day." Baron Wolf unsurprisingly wiped the beads attached to his beard, slapped the wooden cup on the shelf table with some displeasure and sent the soldier away.

The hall was filled with carnival warriors, everyone shared the hot and delicious barbecue, drank wine in big mouthfuls, hugged the girls full of admiration, joked with each other in vulgar language, and burst into bright smiles from time to time.

Two unkempt musicians played the pleasant harp harp. The bard compiled today's battle into a poem praising heroes and chanted loudly. The servants hurriedly added wine and food to everyone... It was late at night, but Baron Wolf's hall was destined to be a sleepless night tonight.

"What should we do next? Stay and continue to station in the village?" Baron Carl asked, raising his elbow and rubbing his oily mouth with his sleeve.

"I think we should go to rescue our monarch Earl Berg. I heard that the situation in the town of Dusseldorf is not optimistic. If he is defeated, maybe Count Loon will take his main force and the terrible trencher to turn the direction and attack us." Baron Wolf put down the deer legs in his hand, frowned and thought for a while.

"It is also possible to attack Baron Dorsten," Lange said coldly, drinking the wine. "If my father is here, I believe he will support Lord Wolf's decision."

"But we don't have much troops anymore. Baron Metman's whereabouts are unknown. His territory is in a mess... Baron Wilbert was captured, his ransom has not been paid yet, and his territory is broken..." Baron Carl said with some embarrassment.

"Since we cannot unite them, we have to rely on our own strength. In addition to leaving the soldiers in the defensive territory, I have sixty soldiers to fight with me. Baron Carl, you still have forty soldiers, Lange and Simon, you..." Baron Wolf said, his eyes shifting to the two brothers.

"We can bring seventy soldiers out to fight." Lange and Simon looked at each other, thought carefully, raised their heads and said to Baron Wolf.

"Very good," Baron Wolf clapped his hands with a smile, "we must find a way to contact Count Berg, and then lie the army behind the siege camp outside the town of Dusseldorf. When they attack the town, we should work together inside and outside to kill them!"

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"Da da, da da..."

Amid the rush of horse hooves, Simon was running in the jungle with four Folder village cavalry.

Since Foldeburg imprisoned hundreds of prisoners, a considerable number of soldiers must be left to ensure safety. Therefore, this time, the reinforcements of Baron Wolf led Simon only brought cavalry, and the remaining soldiers were Baron Dorsten led by Lange and private soldiers and serf soldiers.

Lange, Baron Wolf and Baron Carl took the soldiers to ambush near the town of Dusseldorf, and gathered the remaining soldiers along the way.

Simon, on the other hand, wanted to go back to tell Koother with the plan to attack Count Loon from the back, and then, with Koother, he would quietly join Baron Wolf and the others with the remaining soldiers in the territory.

In addition, Simon thought it was time to find a way to solve the prisoners imprisoned in his territory. Staying in Foldburg was always a hidden danger and consumed a lot of food.

At noon the next day, Simon returned to the Castle first. They avoided Baron Quinier, the free "prisoner" in the castle, and came to the top of the tower. Then, Simon informed Coother of all plans.

Koother agreed on the spot and promised not to let his subordinates disclose any relevant information.

But I believe no one dares to betray Koother in this trend. The heads of Fox and Jonas are still hanging at the door of Dorstenburg. Everyone also saw the miserable appearance of the civil servant Roman who is now in pain every day and is worse than death.

After leaving Dorstenburg, Simon returned to Feldburg before supper in the evening.

Now, the open space in front of the village has been cleaned up, but some blood remains on it.

The siege camp in the distance has been demolished, and the village chief has asked the serfs to pull tents and tarpaulins and various daily necessities into the castle warehouse with carriages to facilitate Simon's next battle.

The tall, black-burned siege tower has been dismantled and sent to the woodshed for firewood.

As for the paralyzed siege car, Ryan felt it was a pity to remove it as firewood, so he asked someone to remove and save the main components of the siege car according to the structure. If necessary next time, Simon could transport the components to the besieged castle and assemble them on the spot.

There was a pile of thick logs under the village wall, but there were no workers. It seemed that they were all going to have dinner.

Speaking of this, Simon has to admit that the power of tinder oil cannot be underestimated.

On the day of the final battle with Baron Quinier, some tincture oil used to pour ladders on the village wall, directly burning that section of the village wall to black and white. If it is not repaired, it will definitely become the weakest place in the entire village.

So before setting off, Simon specifically instructed Miller to take a team of militia to Lange's logging farm to buy a batch of wood and repair the village wall.

Simon came to the village gate, and a militia standing guard on the village wall greeted Simon. Then, behind the thick village gate, the sound of removing the door bolt came.

"It smells a little smelly." Simon frowned after the village door was opened. Although it was much better than other villages and towns, the oncoming smell still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Simon had previously implemented regulations - no urination or defecation in the village, and all these feces should be sent to the "Sheng Pit" beside the fields outside the village, and accepted God's grace and turned into fertilizer.

After seeing the miracle of increasing grain production, the villagers who had no understanding of the grievances became happy to abide by this sanitary law.

Some time ago, because Foldeburg was surrounded, the village returned to an inauspicious state. After defeating Baron Quinier, Simon couldn't help but arrange for people to clean the feces into the "Xiansheng Pit" outside the village.

But unexpectedly, this battle captured nearly a hundred prisoners, and the smell of scent from the houses where they were imprisoned was even worse than that of pigpens.

"It's time to deal with them." Simon thought to himself.

Simon estimated that most of them could not afford the ransom. The entire Earl of Loon had just imposed a war tax, and Baron Quinier's territory was definitely not spared. Where did they get the money to redeem their families now?

And those elite private soldiers and cavalry probably had some money, but Simon didn't know when the one who redeemed them would come.

These elite soldiers who are strong and loyal to Baron Quinier have always been a hidden danger in the village for a long time, especially since Simon is about to lead his troops to attack Count Luowen, and the defense in the village will definitely be empty.

So, a simple and crude idea came to Simon's mind.

"Fatty, tomorrow morning, you and Miller will bring twenty militias to the prisoner of Baron Riquinil's private soldiers and cavalry to the slave traders in Port Aberdoron to sell them." Simon strided into the castle tower, removed his heavy Norman helmet, and said to the fat man behind him.

"Take only those elite soldiers to sell to slave traders?" The fat man took the Norman helmet from Simon in confusion and walked towards the armor stand.

"Yes, those serf soldiers and free peasants are not sold for much money, and they are in large quantities. If they are encouraged by the elite soldiers to conspire to riots on the journey, it will be difficult for you to control them with twenty militias alone. Now we cannot draw more people to participate in the escort."

"Then... Master, what are you going to deal with them? Do you kill them all?" The fat man licked his dry lips.

"No, this is not a good choice. Maybe I can make them my serfs. Housing and enough food are a problem, but the more important problem is that prisoners of war are no more than refugees. Their low loyalty will lay a greater risk for the territory that is about to be vacant in defense." Simon lowered his head and stroked his beard, and his mind was quickly calculating.

"Fatty, how many soldiers there are still sieges of Count Luowen in the town of Dusseldorf?" Simon looked up and looked at the fat man who was scooping meat porridge by the pot.

"Well... According to the news sent back by the spy the day before yesterday, there are about 400 people."

"What about the besieged Earl of Berg?"

"As far as I know, after so many days of tug-of-war, there should be less than a hundred soldiers who can fight."

"When we sneak attacked Count Luowen's butt, there were only about 170 people. If Baron Quinier received the ransom before this, would Baron Quinier rejoin the army with these nearly 100 defeated generals?" Simon looked at the fat man with his torch-like eyes. The fat man obviously hadn't thought about this problem before, and was stunned for a while.

"That's too bad. If this happens, we will have no chance of winning. We can't let this happen." The fat man shook his head with a sad face, and placed the hot and white-blooded meat porridge on Simon's table.

"So we have to deal with them as soon as possible. Either kill them all or let them go in batches." Simon said decisively, his thumb knocking the mottled wooden table with a clanging sound.

"Oh no! My young master, although they are not worth much money, at least the large number is a big and small ransom, how can they be released?" The fat man was still reluctant and said anxiously.

"Then think about it, what would happen if I killed them? My reputation as a bloodthirsty prisoner spread far and wide. In the future, no one of my enemies will surrender to me, no one will surrender to me, and they will fight to the end. Is this really a good thing for us? In fact, we robbed their baggage team and made enough money. This ransom is actually not that important to us."

"What should I do?" The fat man felt a little dizzy in his head.

“Where is their territory?”

"According to Father James, it's just across the Rhine River, which is opposite our territory."

"So close? I'm still thinking, if it's far away, just let them go and let them die on their own. Maybe there's a better choice now."

"Master, maybe you can tell me what you think."

"When you sell the elite soldiers in Port Aberdoron, when you return to Baron Isel, you will borrow a ship from the Baron Isel. After the last time I wiped out the Vikings, I gave him a gift and he will repay this favor. Then you take the boat back to Folderburg, and then take the captives of the serfs and free people to the ship, send them to the other side of the river, and let them get out by themselves. In this way, Count Luowen will never get these soldiers."

"Okay." The fat man sighed and finally nodded.

Indeed, these prisoners were very difficult. Simon wanted to sell them, but because of the large number of people, they were afraid of riots on the way; they wanted to accept the ransom but were afraid that they would consume a lot of food from the village and then be taken to Earl Loon by Baron Quinier to continue fighting; they wanted to kill them but were afraid that no one would surrender to Simon in the future.
Chapter completed!