"Oh, Folde, this is the land blessed by God, this is the land that Christians swear to death, this is the land that pagans can never break! We have witnessed the holy traces here and defeated the despises; we enjoy the food here and soar freely in the world created by God..."

Ludwig sat on the grass by the river and sang emotionally, while the Lutchi in his hand made elegant and moving notes.

The militia and serfs who were carrying the spoils back and forth between the riverside boats and the villages were enjoying the graceful music silently, and they quickly piled the spoils onto the small open space in the middle of the village.

"How is it, village chief, have the statistics been done?" Simon couldn't help asking, looking at the village chief holding parchment and smiling.

"Ah, Master Simon, Lord Hoffman, Lord Lange, and Baron Coother," the village chief saluted respectfully. "With this clever young man next to me, we quickly compiled a list of the spoils we obtained in this battle."

The village chief looked at the shy stonemason Ryan next to him, who blushed nervously and saluted Simon and his people.

"Not bad, at least I can't do such headaches as statistics and literature and literacy," the old Baron Koother clapped his hands, "so talk less nonsense, I'm curious how many good things these damn Vikings have plundered in the north."

"Okay Baron, let's talk about food first," the village chief spread out the dense parchment in Latin and cleared his throat. "We found fifteen bags of fresh barley, nine bags of oats, six bags of flour, seven bags of fresh fruits and vegetables, two cans of honey, four bags of salt, three pieces of cheese, one piece of butter, three cans of olive oil, two bags of spices, three fan-dried sheep ribs, two pieces of complete air-dried deer leg meat, and two buckets of dried fish."

"Great, young master, now you don't have to worry about the problem of storing grain in your territory during the winter," the fat man looked at Simon with a smile, and suddenly seemed to remember something, and hurriedly asked the village chief, "By the way, the village chief, do you have any wine?"

"Yes, of course there! We found two barrels of fresh wine, two barrels of beer, one barrel of fruit wine, and half a barrel of wine that I couldn't name, maybe it was a honey bar." The village chief put his chin on his back, savoring the rich aroma and unique taste of the unknown wine he tasted while counting the spoils on the boat.

"This is enough for Young Master Simon to hold a grand banquet!" Jonas curled his lips and smiled harmlessly.

"Dog, since there is no way for the Vikings to destroy you, then this time I will let you hold a luxurious banquet, consume more supplies, and eat it until you can't survive the winter." Jonas thought to himself. However, he was despicable and did not know that even if he held a few more banquets, Simon's granary would not dry up to the point where the villagers starved to death in winter.

"That's right," Sir Lange also looked at Simon with a expressionless face and said lightly, "This is a great victory. According to tradition, you must entertain everyone in your territory, and thank our Lord and the God of the Forest for giving you the fruit of victory."

"No problem, I will hold a sumptuous banquet here when I bring the merceration permit back from the palace of the Kingdom." Simon nodded. He had been resentful of the legality of the small wooden fort that had exhausted his hard work.

You should know that without the mercerization license issued by the king, this wooden fort was always illegal, and the royal family had the right to ban Simon from owning this wooden fort at any time.

"Oh, master, where I'm talking... Then let's continue with the supplies," the village chief touched his head, approached the roll and looked carefully. "Some time ago, we heard the passing caravan mention that this group of damn robbers robbed the Lair Monastery in Oldenburg. In addition to nearly two large boxes of about a thousand Transnier silver coins, there is also a large cross with exquisite gems inlaid, a gold and silver holy grail and holy plate, three large silver-patterned candlesticks and nearly one hundred candles."

"It's so unbelievable, my God!" The devout old baron Koother made a cross on his chest.

"The other seized supplies were quite mixed, including four clay pots, five large bags of wool, three large bags of cotton, a roll of velvet cloth, five rolls of dyed linen cloth, twelve perfect skins and furs, two baskets of clay, and twenty-two chickens, ducks and live birds." The village chief was so proud that he recited loudly as the words on the parchment paper.

"Sir Simon, aren't you going to find the King to sign a mercy permit?" The stonemason Lean walked to Simon's side. "Maybe you can sell these supplies for a good price in Dresden."

"Selling to Dresden? My friend, it's too unsafe to drag so many valuables on such a long journey," Ludwig came over at some point. "I think Simon might as well go to Cologne in the south first, and then go to Dresden after selling the goods, which is more convenient and safe."

"I'll think about it." Simon nodded in agreement.

"Village Chief, tell me how many weapons we have seized." The fat man looked at the village chief with some expectations. Apart from the beauty and good wine, nothing attracts the nobles more than weapons and armor.

"Okay, maybe these barbarians won the battle in the north. In addition to seizing their weapons, we also seized many armors, weapons and shields with the nobles of the north Principality," the village chief took out the kettle at his waist and sniffed, moistening the hoarse throat. "As for the specifics, we seized five two-handed swords of different styles, twenty-three one-handed swords and half-handed swords, forty-six various short axes, eight big two-handed axes, fifty-three spears with different damage levels, sixty-one shields, two Anglo-Saxon longbows, one pack of heavy iron crossbows, and two large barrels of bows and arrows."

"Oh, these savages actually have longbows and heavy crossbows," said the stonemason Ryan in surprise. "I'm curious why they didn't use these bows and crossbows in their siege."

"Ryan, a longbow is not a good weapon to control," said Ludwig, a knowledgeable chin. "Without practicing day after day and accumulation of long experience, let alone shooting the defenders on the city walls with a longbow, it would be hard to kill the wild boars in the woods. As for why they did not use the extremely easy-to-harness heavy crossbow, I don't know."

"When we found the crossbow, it was specially wrapped in a beautiful large wooden box, and placed at the bottom of the pile of valuables," the village chief took over and said, "Maybe the savage guys wanted to take it back as a perfect gift to their chief?"

"Anyway, we don't know what those damn Yankees think. They are now all cold and incomplete corpses," Simon waved his hand and glanced at the red and white corpses of the Vikings piled up in the distance. "I want to know more about how many armor we seized in this battle than these."

"Of course, my master," the village chief pinched his big and red nose and focused his eyes on the parchment again. "This time we seized thirty-four chain mails of varying degrees of damage, twenty-two leather armors, six scale armors, twenty-nine filled cotton armors, twelve various shoulder armors, nineteen soft armor shin guards, five mail shin guards, twelve mail shin guards, thirty-seven leather turtles and stuffed turtles, twenty-eight Norman helmets and pot helmets, two full-covering helmets, twenty-two pairs of leather gloves and nine pairs of copper wrist guards."

"This can simply form a new and excellent private soldier!" The old Baron Koother couldn't help but sigh.

"But where do I have to find so many soldiers to fill the army? Even if every surviving soldier is equipped with an iron helmet, a cotton armor lined with mail coat, copper wrist guards and leather gloves, an axe, a spear and a shield, there will be a lot of equipment left to eat dust in the warehouse." Simon thought to himself with a headache and rubbed his sore temples.

"My master, except for these armors, we took off all the armbands, clothes, pants, shoes and so on." The captain Miller, as if he had just finished his work, wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked from the direction of the loot pile.

Although Simon took all the money from these Vikings who came to invade, he even took off his clothes, trousers and shoes as trophy, it should be noted that many poor serfs and villagers in the village of Folder could not afford to wear shoes and pants. Many people only had a ragged linen robe that had been passed down for many generations, and a pair of underwear stained with urine and feces.

"Very good, go down and take a good rest." Simon knew that Miller was injured in the battle. In order to avoid secondary injuries caused by excessive work, Simon quickly sent him to rest.

"My little Simon, I'm glad you have achieved such a brilliant victory in this battle," said the old Baron Coother, looking at his young son with a smile. "I thought I would seal you this barren village, and when I need to call you to fulfill your military duty, you can only gather a few thin peasant soldiers with pitchforks to go to war with me."

The people around him laughed. Almost everyone was heartily happy for Simon's achievements and victory in the battle.

"Maybe God was a joke with me. You can harvest abundant food on this miraculous land under the protection of the Lord, and quickly build a small wooden fort to resist the crazy attacks of the pagans. To be honest, all of this sounds like a biblical story, which is shocking," said the old Baron Koother, and many people nodded in agreement. "If I hadn't had some things, I would have wanted to stay here for a while and see how our Lord favored this lucky land."

"Yes Simon, we will stay for one night tonight, and we will have to go back to Dorstenburg tomorrow and prepare to visit Earl Berg in a few days," Lange's voice was still so dull and cold, "So you have to entertain us tonight!"

"That's for sure, Lange." Simon began to get used to Lange's cold tone. He looked through his previous memories and found that Lange has been such a serious person since he was a child, making people feel like he was the cold bird no matter who he spoke to or what he said.

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"Simon, what are you going to deal with the trophy that originally belonged to Lyle Monastery? You know, the news that you defeated the pirates who had snatched Lyle Monastery will soon spread all over the world. By then, those who secretly covet the robbers on the open will spring up like bamboo shoots after a rain." Walking on the trail leading to the riverside, Ludwig asked Simon with a little concern.

"In this way, it is better to stay and build a church by myself, give a small portion to my strong friend Baron Isel as a gift, and a small portion to my lord, my father, Coother, and bring all the rest to the Bishop of Cologne to establish a good relationship with the church." Simon knew that when his fort was damaged and needed to be repaired in urgent need of repair, and lost a large amount of troops but could not be replenished in time, any attack of an army of more than fifty men was enough to destroy his territory and steal all his food, armor and treasures.

As for why the old Baron Koother led his troops to support Simon this time but received no reward, it was because Simon was counted as his vassal and he had the obligation to lead troops to support when his vassal was attacked.

"By the way, the war is over, do you have any plans?" Simon looked at Ludwig, who had lost weight after living a difficult life these days.
Chapter completed!