The war was won, but the town of Dusseldorf was not trapped in a sea of ​​joy like other towns.

After the news of victory came from the gate of the town, most of the people and merchants were only in a state of turmoil. They were grateful to God and thought that their prayers must have been effective. God did not abandon them, but blessed them.

Immediately afterwards, I became numb as usual.

Like the enemy troops outside the town, they had not filled their stomachs for many days. Many people reverently closed their eyes and prayed to God for petition, hoping that a caravan full of food would come to the town quickly and the price would not be too expensive.

The moat outside the town was filled with the bodies of siege soldiers. Many of them had been soaked for many days, and were frighteningly bruised.

Some river sections were filled with bundles of hay bundles and empty wooden barrels, which were done by the siege's siege's siege's siege's buoyancy. Such a simple buoyancy bridge was amazing, and it could actually make the siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege's siege’s siege

The originally beautiful and solid wood-stone wall of the town of Dusseldorf was broken by a catapult. Landslides has collapsed in some places. The broken wall of the town, which had long been overwhelmed, collapsed three days ago.

If Count Luowen hadn't taken into account that the pontoon bridge could not bear too much weight in armor and weapons, they might have chosen to cross the moat to launch a general attack from the collapsed town wall.

At this time, the open space outside the town and the gatehouse at the gate of the town had been cleaned up, and the soldiers transported trucks of equipment to the armory in the town - mostly chain mails and leather jackets with war marks, as well as many helmets with sunken blood.

After the soldiers of Count Berg and the soldiers of the noble coalition cleared all the spoils they were going to surrender, they began to pick up "Taobao" among the piles of corpses.

As the saying goes, barefoot is not afraid of wearing shoes. Some serf soldiers who don’t wear shoes do not care about other people’s smelly feet. They find shoes in the pile of corpses and hurriedly put them on and take them for themselves.

The poor serf soldiers who were short of clothes at home took off some dead bodies and clamped them under their armpits.

Some serfs untied some of the corpses' tightly tied up their chins and took away their fillered turbans. In addition to being able to go to the battlefield in the future, they can also wear them for heating in winter.

People with good luck can also find silver rings on the fingers of some corpses that have not been carefully plundered, or find silver crosses between their necks. This is a great asset to them.

However, no one is willing to clean up the bodies in the moat and remove their equipment. The moat is now stinking, mixed with broken limbs, organs, blood, feces, urine, vomit and all kinds of garbage, which is extremely nauseating.

Perhaps, when the bodies on the open space were carefully searched for the second time, and there was no oil or water to scrape, these hungry serf soldiers and free civilian soldiers would reach their greedy hands into the filthy moat floating corpse.

Simon pinched his nose and rode "lucky" through the wooden bridge at the entrance of the town.

The corpses on the wooden bridge have been cleared, but fresh blood and unknown liquid remain on it, and the air is filled with a disgusting odor.

There was only one soldier standing guard with a spear at the gate of the town. He was a young man. He was exhausted, his eyes were red, and he seemed to have not had a stable sleep for many days.

"Sir, Ri'an." The soldier identified the Dorsten family emblem on Simon's burqa and said hello to Simon weakly.

"What a great sin this has been suffered." Simon shook his head and sighed in his heart.

Even though the town was short of supplies, Earl Berg still decided to hold a celebration banquet. Although it was a bit shabby from a normal perspective, the nobles and soldiers who had been fighting hard for many days were very much looking forward to it. Of course, the unlucky soldiers who were arranged to stand guard did not think so.

On the way to the Earl of Berg's Tower, Simon saw many sloppy, ragged and dish-like townspeople. What's funny is that the boss with a sad face at the entrance of the tavern was wearing clothes that were obviously larger. Simon speculated that the siege during this period made the boss's big beer belly lose a lot, and his clothes were now worn.

Except for taverns, blacksmith shops and most shops in the town have not resumed business. The trauma caused by the war to the town takes time to slowly heal.

The town of Dusseldorf is not big. Not long after leaving, Simon came to the inner castle in the center of the town.

The inner castle can be said to be a castle built in a town. Although the castle wall is about the same height as the outside town wall, it is obviously not as thick as the latter.

A certain distance of open space was left in front of the fort wall. There was nothing else on the open space except for some tents and stalls built with wooden sticks and tarpaulins.

"Sir, day's peace!"

There were two soldiers standing guard at the entrance of the inner castle gate. They were wearing nose-protecting iron helmets, chain mail coats, and a sharp iron sword around their waists. Their spirit was completely different from the listless young man at the entrance of the town.

Simon could hear from their enthusiastic and positive greetings that they were now in a smug and extremely happy mood.

It turned out that the two of them were newly recruited private guard soldiers by Earl Berg.

They were just ordinary free civilian soldiers, but because of their outstanding performance in this war, they were not only granted fiefs, but also obtained iron helmets and chain mails, as well as an armed sword of excellent quality from the Armory of Count Berg.

Obviously, they have obtained tickets to the aristocratic class. Whether they can successfully enter the market and achieve a leap depends on their next fate.

The structure and layout of the castle field of Earl Berg's castle is somewhat similar to that of Dorstenburg, but his tower is very interesting.

Unlike other lords who built spacious doors on the first floor, the Earl of Berg's tower had no entrances and windows at all, and was built of solid stone.

The real entrance to the tower is on the second floor, and a moving wooden gentle slope ladder is connected to the ground. When the enemy attacks, they only need to set fire to destroy the wooden gentle slope ladder, and it will be difficult for the enemy to pose a threat to the people in the tower.

"This design is wonderful. After I go back, I will discuss it with Ryan and make it all." Simon was amazed in his heart.

At this time, two large shelf tables had been set up on the open space of the Neibao Field. Some private soldiers had already taken their seats and smiled and played with their companions next to them.

The seats on the fort are set up for private soldiers, and the nobles should be in the lobby of the tower.

Simon walked up the second floor of the tower along the gentle wooden slope and entered the tower lobby.

The lobby of the tower is large, with a large shelf table covered with white linen in the center. There is no food served on the table for the time being, but the wine is enough, although it is all inferior beer and ale.

There were already many people sitting on the table, and the sound of the nobles drinking and having fun almost overturned the ceiling. Simon saw the center of the crowd - Lange and several other barons at a glance.

Lange was smiling and talking with Baron Wolf, Baron Carl and another nobleman whom Simon didn't know while drinking. From time to time, laughing burst out from time to time, causing the other jazz on the table to laugh together.

I guess everyone has heard that Old Coaother has made a will when he is in danger of his life, and Lange is about to succeed to the throne and become the new Baron Dorsten.

At this moment, although Lange was just a jazz, few people still treated him as a jazz.

The other barons had inadvertently placed him in an equal position with him, while the little jazz were flattering and flattering him.

"The terminator of the Norman Pirates, the legal ruler of Foldburg, Lord Simon from Dorsten has arrived!" The castle caller at the entrance of the tower shouted loudly, and Simon attracted the attention of all the nobles in an instant.

Lange's mouth was closed, and his eyes looked at Simon were a little cold, but the enthusiastic and generous Baron Wolf broke the silence with his unique loud voice.

"Look at who is here? It turns out it's Simon, haha, take your seat quickly, my brave and fearless warrior!"

After Baron Wolf said that, the nobles smiled and simply greeted Simon, and continued their conversation.

Simon felt a little neglected.

But if you think about it carefully, this is normal.

Although the Germanic nobles admired the brave nobles, they were all this. After knowing Coother's will, they understood that no matter how powerful Simon was, he would be just a little jazz in the future, and one of the many vassals and vassals of the new baron Lange.

It is true that although Simon is quite capable and brave in combat, as of now, these short-sighted guys feel that the political benefits of establishing a good relationship with Simon are not great. It is better to establish a good relationship with the new Baron Lange if you have this time.

"It's very realistic." Simon sighed, and sat down with another strange jazz at the end of the table.

The strange jazz had heard of Simon's deeds and started chatting with Simon with interest.

Simon looked around and noticed the Earl of Berg, who was silent at the front of the shelf table, the supreme ruler of the entire Earl's territory.

Although Count Luowen was dead and the enemy's troops were wiped out, Count Berg, like most townspeople, was not happy.

The Count's leader was ravaged by the war, and except for a few places that were still intact, all other territories were basically injured to varying degrees.

In addition, in addition to the three surviving inner-domed knights, only Baron Wolf, Baron Carl, Coorth, half of his body was buried, and Baron Higgburg who had just been rescued, the nobleman Simon didn't know.

Although he selected a group of people from the brave free civilian soldiers and serf soldiers to replenish the private soldiers with heavy casualties, this could only be considered as licking some blood on the surface of the wound, and the wound has recovered for a long time.

But at least he felt comforted that he had destroyed the vast majority of the army led by Count Luowen and captured a large number of their serf soldiers and free civilian soldiers.

The defeat of Count Luowen means that his territory's treasury is empty at this time and he cannot bear to fight again. As long as Count Berg does not sign a truce treaty with them, he can legally send troops to swallow their territory and take it for himself.

Now the news of Count Luowen's defeat has not spread far. He has to send troops immediately when the lords around Count Luowen's leader did not react. Now is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to annex Count Luowen's leader.

If someone else picks peaches in the end, Earl Berg vows that he will not forgive himself.

Thinking of this, Earl Berg cleared his throat and placed the wine glass that he had been holding in his hand on the table, making a clear "click" sound. The nobles who were good at observing their words and expressions immediately stopped talking and focused their eyes on the Earl.

"Today is undoubtedly a day worth celebrating. We will kill our damn enemy, Earl Luo Weng, and we will be defeated!"

"Oh yeah!"

"Kill them all!"

The nobles raised their wine glasses and drank with the count, and some cheered hysterically.

"Maybe you all think that the war has ended since the killing of Count Luowen this afternoon, but what I want to say now is that it is not." The Count said calmly after drinking his glass of ale.

"What?"

The nobles began to be confused, and some smart nobles had guessed the count's intentions, and their faces were filled with indescribable expectations.

"Now the Earl Luo Weng's head is vulnerable, just like a woman stripped naked waiting for us to conquer! I can't believe that you can sit here and drink so calmly!"

The aristocrats were surprised by the slightly vulgar metaphor of Earl Berg, but soon they reacted and the expression on their faces became fanatical.

Seizing more land means that the benefits they gain will go up exponentially, which is much higher than obtaining a batch of spoils on the battlefield.
Chapter completed!