In the evening, in the market town of Shankou, the Welsh Army garrison camp.
The corpses and broken limbs all over the ground have been cleared away. Except for the dark red bloodstains that have been soaked in the earth's atmosphere and the military tent canvas that was chopped and torn by knives and axes during the war, telling the fierceness of the early morning war, there is no battlefield at all here.
In the garrison camp at this time, only the first division infantry and baggage, grenadier, and heavy armored infantry of the Welsh Army were left. The second division composed of the cavalry company, the crossbow company, and the Provence friendly troops were all ordered to go south. The palace guard regiment led by David also went south with the army.
“...Lord Angus led his cavalry company to reach Santia City before noon. We encountered enemy resistance ten miles outside the city. Our army defeated five hundred enemy troops with only two rounds of cavalry charges. When we rushed to Santia City, the city gates were wide open and the city was already in chaos. It is estimated that the defeated enemy troops ransacked the castle when they fled south of the city. This triggered civil riots in the castle. After deserting, the rioters in the city looted granaries, cloth warehouses and other places. The wealthy gentlemen in the city who had some wealth were also looted by the rioters. "
"Lord Angus immediately sent cavalry into the city to control several traffic arteries while the city gates were not closed, and he ordered the cavalry to dismount and seize several city gates and walls."
“In the afternoon, the second division of the rear group and the Palace Guards Corps arrived at Santia. As this group of infantry arrived, Lord Angus quickly took control of the entire castle, then collected more than fifty carriages from the city, and selected 300 infantrymen to follow the cavalry company. Continue southward. "
"Lord Angus concluded that the Lombard army camp outside Lavati is still there, and there is enough food and grass for four to five thousand people to consume more than a month, so he plans to go south overnight to recover the loot."
一大串军情禀报下来，传令兵已经有着气喘，待传令兵匀了几口气，亚特轻敲着桌沿，抬头继续问道:「桑蒂亚城如何了？」
「桑蒂亚城已经完全被我们占领了，周围也没有敌军了。」传令兵误解了亚特的意思。
“What happened to the food supplies and wealth in Santia City?” Ron on the side reminded.
The messenger was stunned, "Lord Angus had just left and sent people to control the city walls and passes. The second division and the palace guards were all dispatched and began to search the entire city. Because before leaving, Lord Angus ordered that all enemy troops lurking in the city be captured, and there was not a single one. "I can let it go."
Matt stopped tapping his fingers and secretly applauded Angus's decision. Santia is a famous city in the northern plains of Lombardy. The city has a permanent population of more than 8,000. There are many shops, warehouses, taverns and hotels, and it is definitely rich with merchants and gentry everywhere.
Now that the enemy troops ransacked the castle storehouses before fleeing, and the city mobs looted the city's wealth, the right people were needed to collect the scattered wealth in one place.
Searching for enemy remnants is a good reason.
The most important thing is to let the second branch and the palace guards do the dirty work, and the big profits will be handed over naturally, and the small profits should be taken by them, so they can get more with one stone.
"The deployment of the sergeant major is excellent!" Art praised Angus's arrangement, turned to Ron and said: "You will give an order to Inspector Matthew in a moment, and ask him to bring thirty military law sergeants to Santia City tomorrow afternoon to be responsible for restraining the southern soldiers and enforcing military law."
Tell Nadod and David that after searching for the remnants of the enemy, they must immediately restrain their soldiers and not to kill innocent people indiscriminately. The city of Santia will be our own city in the future, and the citizens there will also become our subjects...” Accompanied by his guards and servants, he put on his armor, hung up his knight's sword, walked out of the camp, walked out of the gate of the camp, and walked with two guards towards the Sheriff's Department in the market town. This was originally Wadbury's headquarters here, and after being occupied by the Wells Army, it was originally intended to be a barracks for Art and several high-ranking officers. However, when he was away on an expedition, Art had to live and eat with the soldiers at any time, so the place was idle.
In a battle early this morning, nearly 1,800 enemy troops were surrendered. After the ordinary troops abandoned their weapons and surrendered, they were placed in the camp vacated by the second division and were guarded by dedicated personnel. The second branch regiment only had 800 people, so the camp area was naturally out of reach, so more than 1,500 surrendered troops could only huddle together. However, Art kept his promise. Not only did he not harm or abuse the surrendered soldiers, he also gave them delicious food and military tents to keep out the cold.
Among these surrendered soldiers, there was a group of men wearing light robes and military uniforms, without armor or weapons. They shuttled among the surrendered soldiers, distributing food, appeasing the soldiers' morale, and chatting cordially with the surrendered soldiers.
The leader, Denis, was introducing the various preferential treatment and broad promotion channels of the Welsh Legion to the surrendered soldiers in his not very proficient Lombard language. Finally, he did not forget to praise the young and promising commander of the Legion, Earl of Wales, and his kindness and magnanimity to the surrendered soldiers. This made many of the tortured untouchables Zhang Bing swear allegiance to the Earl of Wales after listening to the lecture...
In another vacant camp of the Guards, more than two hundred soldiers were imprisoned, all of whom were von Bilen's private soldiers. These guys were quite stubborn in the early morning battle. Until von Bilen was wounded by a bomb and collapsed and most of the army surrendered, they still resisted with arms. It caused a lot of losses to the Wells Army, so Art drove them all into this place and sent hundreds of people to guard them. Naturally, there was no food. All the military tents were taken away. About two hundred people just squatted in the open space of the camp to enjoy the cool north wind. A cooler autumn night awaited them.
In the Sheriff's Office of the market town that Art was approaching, those who were imprisoned were naturally the nobles and officers of the Lombard army. The Sheriff's Office was a stone house. A dozen officers were imprisoned in the large room where the security soldiers originally lived, and seven barons and knights were locked in a fully enclosed arsenal.
As for Von Biron who was injured in the battle, he naturally moved into the barracks originally intended for Odo. Thomas, the chief medic of the Welsh Army, had already removed the iron shrapnel embedded in his ribs. At this time, Von Biron had woken up. There was no color on his pale face, and his empty eyes were looking helplessly at the ceiling, because he was wrapped in several layers of cotton gauze by Doctor Thomas and could not move at all.
Thomas’s move was not entirely to heal his wounds, but more to prevent this great nobleman with a sense of honor from committing suicide in anger.
He nodded to the soldiers guarding outside the room, and after opening the door, Art saw Count Von Biron, the Lombard Frontier Count, lying motionless on the bed.
"Count Von Bilen, the last time we said goodbye in Provence, you and I have not seen each other for several years." Art walked to Von Bilen's bed and sat down on the wooden bed, almost crushing the temporary thin board.
Fon Bilen didn't even move his eyes, still staring at the ceiling.
Ater leaned close to Von Bilen's head, looked at the ceiling in the direction of his eyes, and joked: "If you close your eyes, you will be defeated and captured, so I dare not close your eyes."
Von Bilen finally moved his eyes, gouged out Art, and squeezed out a word between his teeth, "Heresy!"
Matt probably didn't hear it, or maybe he didn't intend to hear it. He turned around and picked up the ale on the small table beside him and took a sip. "Thomas is really good at giving ale to the wounded." Then he drank it all in one gulp.
"My lord, I have to tell you good news. Although you were defeated miserably this time, almost all of your soldiers survived."
The battle was not over when Fon Bilen was knocked unconscious, so he had no idea what was going to happen next.
「一千七百多精锐士兵，除了三十几个不治身亡的，余下全数安然无恙，你不必背负数千条人命下地狱了。」
说罢亚特瞥了一眼病床上的冯比伦，这个风烛残年的老人眼神明显清澈了不少。
Matt continued: "Now more than 1,700 people, including your officers, have all sworn allegiance to me and have become soldiers under my command." After hearing this, Fon Bilen suddenly lost his composure and struggled a few times, as if he wanted to get up and kill the shameless man next to him.
Art held him down, "You are so old and still have a hot temper, it really loses your status as a noble."
"Kill me!" Von Bilen stopped struggling.
"I beg you in the name of the Count of Lombardy, kill me immediately!" Von Bilen was so excited that his chest spasmed violently, and his face was distorted in pain.
After Feng Bilen calmed down a little, Art continued: "I can't bear to kill you. A noble earl must be worth a hundred pounds of gold, several cities, and tens of thousands of acres of land, right?"
Turning around, Art sighed, "Oh, I forgot, you have fought a lot of bloody battles for the Lombard court and that bastard Wadbury in recent years, but apart from giving you the title of Earl of the Frontier, they didn't give you half of it. I'm afraid your ruined castle can't even collect the taxes, right? "Maybe we can ask you for a ransom from the Lombard court. After all, you are also a distinguished minister of Lombardy. You must still have some status in the eyes of the people in the palace."
Art patted his thigh and seemed to suddenly wake up, "Hey, look at my memory. You personally led five thousand soldiers of the National Guard to fight against the enemy. The whole army was defeated in the battle, thousands of elites defected, and dozens of castles and fortresses fell into the hands of the enemy. For such a rare achievement, I am afraid that the important officials in the Lombardy court will reward you with a bloody decapitation sword."
“I originally thought that Wadbury bastard was miserable enough, but now looking at you, maybe that old bastard is lucky.” Von Bilen was already furious, but he was restrained and could only grit his teeth and stare at the triumphant guy next to him.
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