In the open space on the left side of the camp, seven tightly tied bandits were knelt on the ground in a row, including the dejected bandit leader. Some bandits were not injured, but some severely injured bandits were still bleeding in their wounds, moaning weakly.

Jack, who was tied up with a long axe, was very weak. A large amount of blood flowing from his abdomen had already made his lips turn blue, and it seemed that his life was not long. But his sinister eyes were always staring at Simon.

On the open space, the battlefield had been cleaned, and all the spoils had been piled up in the middle of the camp, waiting for Little Crentine to lead a carriage to transport it away.

At this time, Simon pulled out a few guys with pale and trembling faces from the recruits and asked them to stand in front of these bandits.

Han'en was also pulled out.

This guy who was so energetic that Lao Baohe was a coward, now his cheeks were pale, his legs were slightly shaking, and his hands were trembling.

Looking at the bandit kneeling in front of him, he realized what he would be asked to do next.

"Old, master, please spare me! I, I am just a poor man who was forced into the gang!" A young bandit kneeling in front of Han'en begged with a sad face.

"My dear God!" Looking at the young bandit in front of him who was so scared that he stuttered and trembling, Han'en couldn't help but take off the dirty stigma on his head, and wiped the sweat that kept oozing from his head.

"These selected recruits either squatted in the front row and held shields in the front row, and did not kill people when charging in the back. They were either scared in the back row and did not stab the spear out, or stabbed the guys in the air." Simon looked at the six young recruits, feeling a little annoyed, or was disappointed that they were not strong enough.

Hann and the five other recruits bowed their heads deeply.

They could feel the scorching gazes of other recruits behind them. Even Hann heard Old Baohe's sneer and buried his head lower.

"What? Before, they thought they could kill people like cutting melons and killing people, but now they look like this?" The fat man looked at the young men who bowed their heads and said sneer.

"You guys, come over from the pile of trophys over there and get six two-handed axes." The fat man pointed to two recruits who were gloating on the side.

The seized axe is not just a two-handed axe, but it is actually more like a woodcutting axe that woodcuts cut trees and wood. The only thing that is truly considered a combat axe is the two-handed hook-blade battle axe used by Jack the Long Axe.

"I, Simon von Dorsten, the lord of the village of Fold, here to condemn you," Simon stood before everyone and shouted, "You all-in-law bastards, all-out scum, robbed, kidnapped, murdered, raped, brought endless pain and fear to the travelers and villagers in this area."

Everyone was silent.

At this time, a timid bandit kneeling on the ground suddenly burst into tears, looking very miserable.

"According to the original custom, I should sentence you to hang or chariots. But there are neither gallows nor enough horses in my territory. We can only let the soldiers execute you with the axes in their hands." Simon continued.

Simon enjoys judicial power in his territory. Simon has every right to judge these bandits captured in his territory.

"Old Baohe, Old Martin, you two come and help you suppress it." The fat man waved.

The two old guys walked out of the queue with expressionless expressions, kicked the first bandit from the left and lay on the ground, then stepped on the bandit's back with his feet, and each of them pulled his hand back.

Han'en looked at the young bandit who was in front of him with difficulty, looked at him with a pair of desperate blue eyes, and tears and soil mixed on his face, but he was unable to lift his hand holding the axe with both hands.

"Ha, why are you standing there? Are you scared?" Old Baohe, who was escorting the bandit, sneered and raised his head, looking at Han'en who was trembling in front of him.

"What's going on!" The fat man walked to Han'en with a gloomy face.

"Master, he, he... I just can't do it. I don't want to be a murderer covered in blood with his hands!" Han En was almost crying.

"What are you bullshit here!" The fat man kicked Han'en's ass irritably, "What murderer? He is a gangster who does everything evil. He robs, kills, rapes, and dies! The lord has already sentenced them to death. You are just a righteous executioner. What can you be afraid of?"

The fat man also knew that if these cowardly recruits did not take this opportunity to see blood, they would probably abandon the battle formation and turn around and escape in the future if they met even more terrifying and bloodthirsty Viking warriors.

"I count three times, and when I count for a while, I don't care what you are thinking. This guy who deserves sin must land." The fat man said viciously and walked behind old Baohe.

"three!"

Hann walked from the front to the side of the bandit and raised his hands with difficulty.

"Please save me! I still have an elderly couple who need my care. I just went astray in a moment of confusion. I beg you, give me another chance!" The young bandit looked at Hanen and kept begging for mercy in a crying voice.

"two!"

Han'en's mind was blank and he raised his axe with both hands over his head.

"God, please forgive me. This is not my intention. I am now executing justice!" Han En kept silently reciting in his mouth.

The young bandit was so scared that he couldn't speak as the dazzling sunlight shone on the sharp axe blade.

"one!"

"Ahhhh!"

The bandit kneeling on the ground had already known his ultimate destiny that he was powerless to change and shouted in despair.

"ah!"

Han'en also shouted, trying to dispel the extreme fear in his heart.

"Puff"

………

Old Baohe walked to the tree and didn't care that Han'en was sitting in front of the tree was covered in blood. There was a pool of vomit that emitted an unpleasant smell in front of him. He sat next to Han'en.

"How do you feel?" Old Baohe winked and leaned over to Han'en and looked at him with a smile.

Han'en didn't say anything, just stared blankly at the headless corpse of the young bandit not far away.

"I think I can tell you how I felt at that time now," Old Baohe chuckled, his thoughts returned to Lorraine many years ago. "I was young at that time. The reason for the war between the two lords was very interesting, and it was actually for the belonging of a big hive at the border of their territory."

"But I think the hive is just a reason. My lord wants to capture the lord of the neighboring village and plunder his property. In this way, the spoils harvested in the war and the ransoms paid by their family are much more valuable than the honey produced by the hive," Old Baohe stroked his beard, "In this way, I followed the lord to the battlefield in the cold mud moon."

Han'en didn't say a word, just quietly looked at the old Baohe who was talking in front of him.

"It was so cold that day. I held the frozen pitchfork and vented my hands, watching the two lords riding tall horses and talking to each other. After a while, they each returned to the battle formation and the battle officially began." Old Baohe frowned, as if he was experiencing that memory himself.

"To be honest, I was very scared at that time. Looking at the peasant soldiers rushing towards me, I wanted to turn around and run away. But I was in the first row, and the people behind me were pushing me, and there was no way out except moving forward," Old Baohe closed his eyes. "At this time, I looked at the enemy that was not far away, roaring wildly. The expression on their faces told me that they were not joking, but that they would really kill me."

"Oh my God, if I encounter such a scene, I might be so scared that I collapsed on the ground." Han En thought to himself.

"There is no way, I want to survive. I don't know where the courage I got at that time, so I picked up the fork and stabbed it hard. When I came to my senses, a young man in front of me covered the throat that was pierced by me, looking at me helplessly," Old Baohe shook his head and laughed mockingly, "I felt weak at that time, and I almost scared my urine. If it weren't for this damn war, maybe the young man in the neighboring village would have become my friend, rather than being stabbed to death by my fork."

At this time, Little Crion returned to the camp with a pack horse and a trailer.

Old Baohe stood up, patted Hanen on the shoulder, and walked towards the recruits who were carrying the spoils on the trailer not far away.

Han'en, who was still sitting under the tree, had some things quietly changed subtly.

...

"Young Master, how to deal with the heads of these bandits?" The fat man looked at the seven heads piled up on the ground.

Among them, Jack's head with a long axe had the most ferocious expression. He didn't expect that he would be chopped off by the battle axe he had with him day and night.

"Make seven pointed wooden stakes, insert the heads of these bandits on it, and then insert them on the way to the village border." Simon thought for a while. Although it was a bit scary, at least during this period, no longer dared bandits in the territory to camp and rob.

The village of Folde has three road entrances.

A mud road is built along the winding Rhine River, running through the entire Knight Leader of the Village of Fold from north to south. A road crosses from east to west and crosses the road from north to south along the Rhine River, forming a T-junction. At the T-junction is Fold Village.

Walking north from the village of Folder is the economically developed Duchy of Friesland. Going south is the county of Berg where the Earl of Berg is located. Going east is the village of Hinxer and Dolstenberg. If you cross the Rhine River to the west, you will reach the territory of the Earl of Royne, the Duchy of Lorraine.

"Master, the trophy and the bodies of the two brothers have been loaded into the car!" A recruit wiped the sweat from his forehead and came to Simon.
Chapter completed!