Johnny was so scared.

As a free farmers in Baron Quinier's territory, he chose to join the Baron's army and join the Count, and then rushed into the Count Berg's territory, singing all the way, as if there was no power to stop them. The local nobles and soldiers who tried to resist seemed to be blocking the chariot with their arms, overestimating their abilities.

However, this has become different from Baron Quinnier's defeat and captured.

He was locked up in a vacant house in the village of Fold for about a week, but the expected ransom from his hometown was still far away.

He thought that if the family could not raise the ransom or if there was an accident on the way, he would either be trapped to death in this stinking and broken house, or become a serf of the lord of the village, or be sold to a slave vendor who went away from home, or may be taken out and slaughtered like a dog...

In any case, this ending was unacceptable to him. He was still young, had his own land, had an equally young and loving wife, and a lovely son who was not long ago.

Yesterday morning, the vicious village militia ignored the pleadings of the cavalry and baron private soldiers, and brutally tied them to a long rope and took them away.

As the sound of pushing, cursing, begging for mercy, and horse hooves gradually faded away, an extremely uneasy atmosphere spread among the prisoners.

The captives, who had been depressed and lowered their heads and did not want to waste their energy to speak, began to whisper, probably discussing what would happen to the private cavalry who were pulled out. Some sobbed, and some kept praying with their hands clasped.

A serf soldier with a shrewd and cunning face tilted by the window, trying to bribe the militia guarding the gate, wanting to know what their fate will be next. But he searched his pockets and couldn't find valuable items that could be used for bribery - like most people, he had nothing.

Johnny thought, this serf soldier was so stupid.

Even if he had the money to bribe the gatekeepers and tell them their future destiny, would it be the truth? If this lord named Simon planned to execute them, he would never have left the news in advance, otherwise these prisoners of war would definitely rise up desperately, which would be of no benefit to them.

In this way, the prisoners of war spent another day and night in fear.

Some prisoners of war were discussing plans to escape, while more prisoners of war were already desperate, leaning against the wall without resistance, lying on the ground, numbly ready to accept all the mercy of fate.

"Crack~"

The wooden door of the prison room rang, the latch was opened, but no one moved, including the guy who was discussing the escape plan just now.

The militia armed to the teeth walked in. They showed bad looks, wearing strong chain mail, holding sharp armed swords, and holding a long rope in the other hand. All prisoners of war swallowed their rebellious thoughts back into their stomachs.

"You stand up and turn your back." The armed militia said, pointing to a young man closest to the door. The young man seemed to have fallen into an ice cave, trembling all over.

In this way, the prisoners of war in the whole room were strapped on a long rope and were taken out of the harsh prison room under the guard of several militias eyeing each other.

After leaving the house that he had been used to for so many days, Johnny, who had breathed fresh air, realized how smelly he was. He dared to bet that even the shit and urinary pot used to soften the leather in the leather maker shop smelled better than him.

They were taken out of the village.

Johnny saw the battlefield two weeks ago, and now there are many farmers farming on that vast land, and some strange people are dumping manure into the pit and then inserting crosses. This place is completely different from the war.

They were taken to the river and Johnny saw a cargo ship that was not big or small.

"My God, is that the slave trader who drove from the Waden Sea along the Rhine? Oh no, dear Mod and little John, I may never see you again!" Johnny felt his legs weak and almost knelt on the ground.

"Hahahahaha, look at these guys!" A blond child with a bow and arrow on his back pointed at them and laughed.

"Stop laughing, little Klein, learn riding with Gabriel in a while," beside the blonde, a young man who seemed to be their lord rubbed the child's hair, and then walked to the chief of the militia and said, "Miller, let's start right away when you're ready."

"Okay Master."

Johnny was a little confused, but he still followed the prisoners of war, walked up the sampan after another into the cargo ship, waiting for the next fate like helpless chicks.

When the last prisoner of war was pushed and sent to the cargo ship, the two armed militia struggled to put away the sampan and the ship began to move.

But to all prisoners of war, the ship did not flow along the water toward the lower reaches of the Rhine, but was slowly crossing the wide river surface and heading towards the opposite bank, which was the direction of home.

Some clever prisoners of war seemed to realize what would happen next, and their originally numb faces were filled with joy.

When the ship arrived on the other side, the militiamen put down the sampan and drove the prisoners down one by one, but no one complained this time, and their faces were full of excitement and gratitude.

"Now, I will untie the ropes for you one by one and let you go. If anyone dares to have a bad idea, we will cut all of you're all in the throat without hesitation. Then no one can leave, do you understand?"

Miller's vicious threat was a natural sound in the ears of the prisoners of war - they were finally sure that they were about to be free.

No prisoners of war would be so stupid that they would cause rash at this moment. Not only these well-equipped militiamen would not spare him, but all other prisoners of war, including his fellow villagers, would not spare him.

When he stepped on the land of his hometown, his wrists were tightly bound by his prison rope and was untied, Johnny finally smelled the fragrance of freedom.

It is no exaggeration to say that he was even so excited that he wanted to have a big hug with these "brutal" armed militiamen, then bowed deeply, and gave them the most beautiful praise he could think of.

"Remember, thank you to the kind Lord Simon von Dorsten, who decided to release you unconditionally." Miller shouted loudly to these free prisoners of war.

"Long live Lord Simon!"

"Thanks to the kind Lord Simon!"

The grateful prisoners cheered loudly, and even Simon, who had walked back to the fort a river, could clearly hear the cheers of these former enemies and praise them for their own dedication.

"Haha, this time you're just lucky. This is just a solution." Simon smiled coldly and continued to walk towards the tower without looking back.

The income from the elite private cavalry soldiers yesterday was sent back. Simon first asked someone to take off all their armor and store it in the warehouse, and then asked Miller to take twenty armed militias to send them to the slave merchants in Port Aberdoron to squeeze out their last slight value.

The knowledgeable Gabriel and Simon discussed this while drinking. Simon could already foresee the fate of the captives - either sold to Britain by slaves as slaves in the Vikings' forces, or sent to the hometown of Scandinavian pirates to become slaves to the local Vikings.

One is a place of war and the other is a place of poverty. As strong men with good nutrition, they should be very popular.

"When these damn bastards were riding horses and burning, killing and looting around Dorsten's territory some time ago, they should think about their fate." Simon had no sympathy and even wanted to applaud.

And these released prisoners of war were just ordinary free farmers and serf soldiers. They did not participate in the operation of looting Dorsten's territory some time ago, so it was understandable to let them go.

"Now we will wait for the next decisive battle with Count Luowen." Simon thought, and took a glass of warm red wine from the fat man's hand.

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At this time, the town of Dusseldorf, which had been besieged for many days, was not at all good.

The streets were filled with high untreated feces, and urine almost formed a stream and flowed towards the low-lying town gate.

There was no one on the street, and the merchants who had not escaped were drinking to relieve their sorrows in the tavern every day. But to their extreme frustration, the wine in the town was about to be exhausted, and from the past few days, the tavern no longer sold alcohol. These wine parties were given priority to soldiers guarding the city, unless these merchants who cherished their lives were willing to walk up to the town wall with their swords.

The church in the center of the town was full of injured soldiers, and some soldiers who had lost too much blood. The dead soldiers began to turn gray and their limbs began to become stiff, but the busy monks had no time to care about them.

The Dorsten family closed the door tightly by the old housekeeper assigned by Koother in the town of Düsseldorf and blocked it with all kinds of debris - he was afraid that the gangs in the town who liked to take advantage of the situation would steal the precious pots from the workshop.

The food and grass in the town were in a hurry, and Count Berg had to "kindly" ask the grain merchants stranded in the town to borrow it, but this couldn't last long.

However, good news kept coming from outside, encouraging the morale of everyone in the town - Baron Quinnier was indeed a waste and was finally defeated by Sir Simon, Earl Loon's baggage team was robbed, and Baron Abette, who besieged Baron Wolf, was defeated and killed in battle.

"Your Excellency, we have contacted Baron Wolf and Baron Carl. They revealed in the letter that Baron Dorsten will be joined by then, and one hundred and eighty troops are expected to lurk near the siege camp, and sneak attack their backs when Earl Loon attacks us, and work with us inside and outside to defeat them in one fell swoop."

In the lord's tower, the spy leader wearing a hood that hid himself in the darkness attached to the earl of Berg and whispered.

"Okay, very good," Earl Berg couldn't help but put down the wooden cup full of inferior beer, slapped the table and stood up, "As long as we succeed this time, we can completely shatter Count Luo's dream, and even counterattack their territory! Hahaha!"

The last batch of wine in the stock was drunk last week. Even if he was a noble count, he could only drink the bitter inferior beer that he usually drank under such difficult conditions.

Earl Berg did not complain about this, but while swallowing every sip of inferior beer, silently transforming the bitterness from his mouth into resentment towards Earl Loyon.
Chapter completed!