Swallowing food in a place filled with blood and fear will make even the strongest prisoners tremble with fear. More than forty living lives were turned into mutilated corpses in just a short moment. Such cruelty was unexpected by the prisoners.
The shocked prisoners were holding rye bread slightly warm from the oven in one hand and holding earthenware plates and wooden bowls filled with wheat porridge or water in one hand. However, except for a few really hungry, thirsty and nervous guys, most of them refused to eat.
It wasn't until those guys who had finished eating sat down and took a nap safely that the remaining people dared to put the cool wheat porridge in front of their noses and smelled it again and again before carefully taking a few mouthfuls. Then there were sounds of sucking and chewing.
After lunch, the group of kitchen soldiers took away the barrels and wicker frames, and left the pottery plates and wooden bowls with the prisoners as tableware for serving food.
After the kitchen troops left, the kind-faced officer without any weapons came to the wooden shed again. At this time, his attitude was softer. Several soldiers with the same clothes around him also walked into the wooden shed to talk to the prisoners, letting everyone rest peacefully and ensuring that as long as they did not cause trouble, they would be able to eat rye bread every now and then and drink a few glasses of wine occasionally.
The prisoners crowded in the wooden shed have never seen such a group of people with weird behavior in an army. They didn't know the meaning of these people's behavior. However, under the relief of this group of people, everyone's hearts were slowly relieved. They were holding dishes in their hands, which at least meant that they could still have their heads to eat.
Throughout the afternoon, the prisoners crowded into the wooden sheds to enjoy the coolness and rest. During this period, several kitchen soldiers brought seven or eight buckets of water to quench everyone's thirst. At noon, the murderous black-robed soldiers finally withdrew from the camp and continued to guard and watch outside the fence. There were only a few white-feathered iron-helmet soldiers with broad swords on their waists patrolling back and forth in the camp.
The thornheads have all turned into corpses in the mass graves outside the camp, and the remaining people have become honest in an instant. Several guys don't even dare to come out to defecate, so they have to go to the corner of the wooden shed and quietly deal with it...
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A two-story house in the south of Bramond City. It was originally the shop and granary of a grain store in the city. However, due to the sudden invasion of Swabia, the owner of the grain store closed the store and ran to Jonah to escape the war.
After the Welsh Army entered Bramont, it borrowed it from Viscount John as a barracks for the medical team and a resting place for the wounded soldiers accompanying the army.
In the basement of the grain store, Thomas, the army doctor, had unkempt hair, and even his clothes were soaked in a strong smell of herbs and solvents.
His head was covered with a thick double layer of linen, and his mouth and nose had a big bulge because the space between the two layers of linen was filled with deodorizing materials such as mint and lavender.
On a wooden table in front of Thomas, there are dozens of bottles and jars containing concoctions of different colors and soups of unknown origin. There are also many strange utensils and tools around the basement. These are treasures that Thomas will never leave. A riding horse and a donkey assigned to Thomas by the legion were all used by him to load these things, and they were brought from the valley. From now on, Thomas has more and more of these things around him, because this unusual healer's biggest hobby after marching and treating the wounded is to look for healers, alchemists, and barbers wherever he goes, and then spends most of his salary to replace these things from those people. What's more, this guy occasionally goes to the dark corners of the city to visit wizards.
It's also a good thing he's in the army, or fortunately he's in the Welsh Legion of Ater. In other places, Thomas' strange behavior would definitely be reported as heresy.
However, even in the relaxed environment of the Wells Legion, Thomas still had to act cautiously. Therefore, when choosing a place for the medical team to be stationed, Thomas' first choice was a house with a basement.
Beside Thomas, a young apprentice was carefully pouring a brown potion from a glass bottle into another pottery bowl containing mashed light green plant roots and adding water to filter out the potion.
This apprentice, known as Little Sparrow, is only fourteen years old and is the second apprentice of the parish school selected by Thomas from the valley. The little guy is nimble in his hands and feet. The key is that he loves to learn Professor Thomas's medical skills. Thomas specially takes him with him as his personal apprentice.
The young apprentice held the bottle close to the edge of the pottery bowl with his right hand, and a thin brown stream merged into the light green juice.
Thomas saw that the young apprentice was mixing the potion too quickly, and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him, "Forgot again? Forgot again!! It cannot flow, it must be dropped one by one! And you have to count while dripping, and always remember the dosage of the potion!"
Thomas took the glass bottle from the apprentice's hand, and then personally demonstrated how to blend the potion, "This medicine The dosage must be accurately controlled. If you add too little, the effect will not be exerted at all. If you add too much, the effect will take place too quickly. Moreover, if you forget the dosage, it will be difficult to prepare a suitable antidote. Failure to prepare the antidote may result in death. Hearing the word "life", the young apprentice subconsciously glanced at the corner of the basement and pursed his lips.
As he spoke, the pottery bowl was filled with a whole bowl of potion. Thomas put the glass bottle back on the wooden table, then picked up a small pottery pot and poured the dark brown mixed liquid in the pottery bowl into the pottery pot and handed it to the apprentice. He ordered: "Take this to Spencer and tell him that these potions must be blended with one hundred and twenty pounds of our own wine, no more, no less, and we must bring it with the army." That kind of wine. "
"It is difficult to control the time when the effect of this medicine will take effect. If he can't control the amount of blending, I won't be able to prepare the antidote and control the time. The master said that it will take at least five days for the effect to take effect, which is really not easy."
"Repeat it!" Thomas ordered as he handed the pot to the apprentice.
“One hundred and twenty pounds of wine must be blended with the army. Each person can only drink one-fifth of a pound of the blended wine, and it must be drank before meals.” The apprentice replied.
"What else?" Thomas continued to ask.
The apprentice quickly added, "Anyone who has touched this clay pot must wash his hands repeatedly with running water. After use, the clay pot must be broken into pieces and burned red in the fire before being buried."
Thoma. Si finally nodded with satisfaction, "You have to follow them all the way. I don't trust those rough guys in the baggage team."
"Yes, healer." The young apprentice nodded and carried the pottery pot down the stairs and out of the basement.
After the young apprentice turned and left, Thomas stretched and rubbed his neck. Then he came to a simple wooden raised bed in the corner of the basement with an expectant look on his face. He opened the shroud that was half hidden and picked up a small sharp razor on the shelf next to it.
Under the shroud is a still stiff corpse. It comes from the "freedom fighters" who were massacred by black-robed soldiers in a group of wooden sheds at noon.
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The reason why Jon was able to visit Art in person was simply because he was unable to complete the recruitment task of one hundred peasant soldiers assigned to him by Jonah's court. He just wanted to find Art to get rid of the task of recruiting soldiers.
… Viscount John, I won’t mention the matter of a hundred peasants and soldiers. I won’t mention the weapons and armor. The city of Bramont has done its best. However, the clothing of the prisoners and the fodder for the cavalry and horses must be dealt with by the city of Bramont. I You have already waived Bramon's share of one hundred farmers and soldiers. You have to make up for it in other ways, right? If you can't send more people, you can provide more money, food and supplies." "I have ordered the mobilization of grazing for horses and livestock," Jon replied.
"What about the prisoners' clothes?" Art was more concerned about how to solve the problems of keeping warm and dressing the disheveled prisoners. He didn't expect the prisoners to be able to train a lot of combat power in a short period of time. At least they had to have uniform clothing.
Viscount John, Lord of Bramont, just sat on the armchair at the top of the camp, holding a glass of wine in a daze, and did not answer Art's words.
"Viscount Yohn, you can't let those prisoners go to war naked, can you?" Art was a little frustrated. This Viscount Yohn wanted neither people nor property.
"Viscount Jonne, the military adviser sent by the palace is still in my account. If he asks about the military recruitment task in Bramont City, how should I answer?" Art finally decided to use Jonah's court to suppress the lord above him who was unwilling to take any advice.
It is indeed useful.
"Don't you use Jonah's court to suppress me? Do the soldiers I have conscripted for Jonah's court still have too little service? Two-thirds of the private soldiers in my county have been taken away, and all the young men and women in the territory have been taken away by the east and west borders. I don't know how much land will be wasted this year! And you, Baron Art, after your army entered Bramont, I provided both barracks and fodder and firewood. I have not treated you and your army badly!" Viscount Jon felt very aggrieved.
Matt slowed down his tone, "Of course, the battle report I submitted to the court really praised everything you did for the Wells Army and the soon-to-be-formed Jonah Border Army. The Jonah Court will definitely remember your loyalty and contribution. "Really?"
h "Really!"
h "That's what it should be. Bramon has paid too much for the Eastern Territory and the Jonah Court." Viscount Yohn picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
"Actually, it's not that I don't want to provide you with clothes. It's just that where can I find five or six hundred sets of clothes for you at a time? Do you want me to take off the clothes of the people and give them to those bastard prisoners?"
"There is a lot of linen in the city, but there is not so much dye. Your black robe needs a lot of dye." Viscount John was relieved.
Matt hurriedly struck while the iron was hot, "No need to dye it, just any black color, linen color will do. Anyway, I didn't expect the prisoner to become a Welsh regiment."
John didn't expect Art to follow the pole, so he hurriedly pushed away, "It doesn't work without dyeing. There are not enough tailors in the city. How long will it take to sew more than 600 sets of clothes and armor!"
"Tailor? There are so many refugees outside the city. It's difficult to choose young men, but it's not a problem to choose some women who can sew clothes, right? As long as you are willing to give them a little food as salary, they will definitely be able to sew enough linen robes in three or two days!" Art has come up with a solution for Viscount Jorn.
"This~"
At saw Ron raising the tent tent, he got up and walked towards the tent door and said to Viscount John: "Viscount John, thank you for your generosity, it's settled, I will send an adjutant to your lord's hall to collect clothes in three days. I still have to deal with the prisoners, you can do whatever you want."
Hand said, he opened the tent and walked out.
"Ron, are you ready?" Art asked softly.
"Everything is ready. Father Robert has gone to the camp outside the city to start enlightening the prisoners. The ceremony will begin when you arrive."
At nodded lightly, leading several baron guards outside the camp towards the outside of Bramon City...
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h "...The Lord redeems the souls of his servants; whoever trusts in him will not be condemned."
h "Dear brothers, since we have these promises, let us purify ourselves from all filthiness of body and soul, and be sanctified in the fear of God..."
In the open space of the prisoner camp outside Bramond City, more than 600 prisoners stood quietly at the foot of a wooden step to listen to the enlightenment of the Welsh Legion's chaplain Robert.
Robert was wearing a gray linen holy robe and holding a thick Bible in his hand. His voice was not loud, but it was enough for the prisoners under the steps to hear his prayers clearly.
The prisoners were very quiet, not only because the priest was enlightening everyone on behalf of God, but also because the group of black-robed soldiers were surrounding them and watching eagerly.
Hold a Bible in one hand and a sword in the other. Such a combination can only be encountered here.
After reciting the biblical aphorisms about salvation and self-salvation, Art also led a group of officers from the Welsh Legion to the edge of the camp gate to wait.
Robert closed the Bible and handed it to the attendant young monk, then raised his voice and loudly said to the prisoners in the audience: "You are all guilty..."
This sentence is correct, not to mention the prisoners in the audience who were taken from prisons in various places, even the civilians who were deceived and captured did not dare to claim innocence in front of the messenger of God.
"God is merciful, and he has given the world the opportunity to redeem himself. If you can take up the weapons God has given you to protect your homeland and bravely resist the foreign enemies when the paradise blessed by God is invaded by foreigners, then your souls will You will receive eternal salvation. "
"For those who are willing to bravely take up arms and participate in the righteous battle, I will petition God to forgive all your sins when you return from victory, so that your souls can be qualified for promotion to the kingdom of heaven."
"You are not warriors, and God will not require you to be in danger forever. It only takes three months! After three months, you can convert to peace and enjoy the paradise."
"However, these three months are God's test of your faith. You must not deviate from God's gifts during these three months. However, anyone who betrays God and faith will be punished. The rebels' intestines will be broken by the devil, their bodies will rot, and their souls will be thrown into hell forever and never rest in peace!"
All the prisoners in the audience gasped.
Robert withdrew his serious gaze, turned around and moved his gaze to Art, who was standing solemnly at the gate of the camp.
"This is Baron Artwood Wells, the frontier baron of the Earl of Burgundy, the knight of the palace guard, the devout religious guard, and the commander of the Welsh Legion. God has appointed him as your leader to lead you to resist the invasion of foreigners and obtain the salvation of your soul."
After speaking, Robert nodded towards Art, who led the officers up the steps and stood beside Robert.
"Lord Art, on behalf of God, I hand over this group of lost lambs waiting for redemption to you!" Robert nodded slightly to Art.
Matt returned the salute, then turned around and said loudly to the prisoners in the audience: "You are all prisoners sent from all over the place. Many of you are destined to accept the punishment of the execution ax under the guillotine to end your sinful life. Your souls should also be sent to hell to accept the punishment of the devil."
“But you are the lucky ones favored by God, and now you have a chance to redeem yourself. The demonic Swabians have once again launched a sinful war against our sacred land. We need a group of warriors to take up arms to resist foreign enemies. And you are the self-redeemed ones who are about to become warriors.”
"The respected Father Robert has declared God's mercy to you, and I now also declare mercy to you on behalf of the secular rulers."
Att paused, and the prisoners in the audience also stretched their necks and waited for salvation from the world.
"I have petitioned the court of Jonah to organize you into the east to resist the Swabian army. You will go to the battlefield to fight the Swabians under the leadership of me and my army. I promise that as long as you serve the court of Jonah for three months, I will declare your innocence on behalf of the secular ruler and restore your free status." Armor, weapons. Those who die in battle will enjoy a decent burial, and their souls will go directly to the kingdom of heaven; those who are injured in the battle will be treated by army doctors, and those who have made outstanding military achievements will also have the opportunity to be rewarded as good citizens; but since you have become soldiers of my army, you must also abide by the laws of our army..."
The prisoners in the audience began to get a little excited, and this condition was generous enough for them.
Time was tight, and Art didn't waste too much nonsense. He spoke briefly and then moved on to the next step.
Father Robert waved to the baggage train that had been prepared to carry three barrels of wine to the long table in the wooden shed, and said to the prisoners in the audience: "In order to express God's redemption for you, we have prepared a sweet wine representing God's blood. Brew, when you drink a small cup of God's blood, you will be the redeemer whose soul is infused with God's light."
"Please line up to the wooden shed to receive the blood of God." After finishing speaking, Robert walked down the steps and entered the wooden shed.
The black-robed soldiers began to direct more than 600 prisoners to line up in three rows and go to the wooden shed one by one to drink the blood of God (special wine) from the silver shot glass.
Most of the prisoners were brainwashed by Robert and convinced by the declaration of salvation issued by Baron Art on behalf of the secular rulers. They walked into the wooden shed with great piety and drank the small glass of wine representing salvation, and then returned to the open space to wait obediently.
But there are always a few cautious prisoners who are full of doubts about everything in the world. They can't drink the wine obediently no matter what.
For the few prisoners who refused to drink the wine and encouraged others not to drink the poison, Art's method of dealing with them was simple - announcing on the spot that they were unwilling to accept salvation, and then beheading them for blasphemy against God and secular rulers.
Their sinful heads were chopped off at the edge of the wooden shed.
After killing two people, things will be much easier to handle. The choice for others between possibly dying and dying immediately is particularly easy...
After drinking the "blood of God", Robert ended his mission and left the camp with his personal monk. Odo, the adjutant of the Welsh Legion, led a group of officers to start screening and sorting, and then based on the prisoner rosters reported from various places, the more than 600 people who were somewhat interesting were divided into ten fifty-man flag teams, and the remaining more than a hundred eliminated prisoners were used for other purposes...