Rise of Rurik

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A great battle came to an abrupt end, and the market at the east gate of Anjou City was empty. In a very short time, corpses of men and horses lay on the ground.

Regraf calmed down a little and noticed that the enemy's blood had stained his leather boots.

In the cold environment, the flowing blood is emitting extremely fishy steam.

To be honest, the scene in front of me was like hell. Those farmers and soldiers from Hong Kong who went to the battlefield for the first time saw a horrific scene like a slaughterhouse when they fought for the first time.

However, for veterans, this is all commonplace.

Regraf shook the blood off his sword and looked left and right: "Is anyone injured or killed?"

He was asking about his own people. Everyone looked at each other, kicked and huffed, and raised their hands to indicate that they were safe.

It is true that no one died in the battle, but some suffered tolerable skin injuries.

"Clean the battlefield immediately." He ordered again, "Execute all the enemy's wounded soldiers to give them a happy life."

The infantrymen who had just finished the battle began to clean up the corpses. They took off the enemy's boots and shoes. Because of bad luck, they did not take off the enemy's blood-stained clothes.

Hoods, clothing accessories, belts, and all weapons were confiscated.

The poor militiamen were allowed free rein to strip the dead of their clothes and equip themselves with the confiscated weapons.

Regraf allowed this behavior, after all, he had promised his subordinates long ago - whoever grabs the spoils after the war will belong to him.

Furthermore, the seized weapons and equipment were originally meant to be given to poorly equipped militiamen, and the selected militiamen were the best among them. Allowing them to plunder will actually help improve our own weapons and morale.

The blond veteran under his command disdains the idea of ​​stripping corpses

The whole body just watched quietly as the militiamen actively cleaned up the battlefield.

Regraf and the veterans sat aside casually. The melee in the cramped environment consumed a lot of energy.

At this time, the cavalry chasing the enemy returned one after another.

Soon Bruno came back angrily on his horse, and saw Reglaf taking off his hair to peek, and the blond hair was actually steaming violently.

Bruno dismounted and came over: "It seems that it's all over. There are still brothers who are chasing me. I will try my best to chase them, but unfortunately, some guys ran away."

Regraf raised his head, narrowed his eyes and responded: "Get away, cowards, we don't need to pursue them anymore."

Bruno sat down again and faced the dead on the ground: "A clean victory. Our army had no casualties, right?"

"Not even the militiamen died. It doesn't matter if a few people were injured." Reglaf said.

"A neat surprise attack, but... we really harmed Robert's interests."

"Damage? That guy allowed his people to plunder my territory. We have always been the only ones plundering others. When will it be his turn?"

"That's right. This reminds me of what that guy did in Saxony." Bruno said calmly.

It turned out that Bruno was referring to the past three and a half years ago. At that time, Robert, who was still the Earl of Rheingau, commanded his cavalry troops to destroy villages in the Saxon border on the pretext of suppressing rebellion.

The aristocratic education Bruno received made him look down upon the common people of his own race. This superior attitude did not mean that he could sit back and watch Saxon civilians being killed and turn a blind eye, but it also made it difficult for him to arouse great hatred on the spot.

However, if he wants to stir up hatred against Robert, he has enough

The reason is that things that were suppressed three years ago can be brought out immediately. He noticed that Reglaf was resentful, so he agreed with him.

Regraf also witnessed that war. Looking back on the past, he still remembered Robert's embarrassment when he was tied up. It is entirely out of consideration that the other party is considered an ally and it is not appropriate to mention their embarrassing past and insult their noble honor unless necessary.

"Anyway, you and I actually despise Robert, and Charlie doesn't like him either. It's an established fact that he killed him, and I'm not worried that the guy might be angry anyway. What next? How to deal with these bodies?" Bruno asked.

Regraf thought about it: "Just follow the old method. The enemy

When people are dead, give them a decent burial and entrust local teachers to perform confession for the deceased. As for the war horses..."

"Huh. Feeling a little sorry?"

"If the war horses are not killed, we can requisition them. Forget it, I see there are a lot of hungry people outside the city. Give them the dead horses."

"That's fine. Let's calm down. I think the next step is for you to go to the church in the city."

Regraf nodded and continued to sit and rest.

The hustle and bustle in Anjou ended suddenly. The priests of the Little Martin Abbey in the city did not know what was happening for a while. When the priests noticed the cavalry chasing each other in the city, they realized that an army had attacked the city.

Soon, civilians from the inner city flocked to the church. They were more or less technical personnel serving the garrison, and there were also family members of the garrison.

The women claimed to be their husbands and went to resist the enemy, and brutal fighting broke out again.

Now, only the monastery is safe. Abbot Raymond trembled and made the sign of the cross again.

The people who took refuge were hurriedly resettled, and bold lower-level priests were also dispatched to find out what was going on when the commotion was over.

On the other hand, the Mercian-Saxon soldiers who had taken a short break had begun to clean up the dead bodies.

The feet of the deceased were **** with ropes, and they were dragged outside the city like a dead dog, where they were directly displayed to the hungry people outside the city. No one knew the clothing of the deceased defenders better than the local villagers. Although Reglaf's move was unethical, it did allow the people to see the identities of the deceased. After that, people began to wonder wildly. Most of our war horses have experienced hundreds of battles, and their knowledge is no less than that of human veterans. The war horse has seen too many of its kind being killed, and now the war horse is dragging the dead horse, and the operation is still very smooth.

The returned Beikong and others commanded the war horses to drag the dead horses outside the city, and he himself inserted a bent iron sword and an old hand ax on the ground.

He shouted at the top of his voice to the bold civilians who were watching the show attentively: "The brand new Count of Anjou has arrived. The horse meat is here. You ordinary people, come and cut it!"

After that, Beikong withdrew again with his brothers.

They planted many bent and broken iron swords on the ground, and soon there were twenty horse corpses pulled out.

It is fair to say that the texture of horse meat is too rough, and the strong fishy smell is not a problem in comparison. Horse liver is also very toxic. If they are not hungry, the soldiers will not try to eat the meat.

The residents of nearby villages, who had been tortured by the defenders and had begun to suffer from famine, had gathered in large numbers near the city of Anjou for a long time. They expected the defenders to give them some leftovers. They saw the cross-dressing soldiers on horseback leaving.

Crowds of people rushed over, and some even went crazy with hunger and drank blood directly from the wounds of the horse corpse.

Seeing that someone was cutting horse meat without any supervision, more and more hungry people came forward. They began to cut the meat regardless of gender, age or child, then lit a fire on the spot, roasted the meat until it was half-cooked, and began to eat it.

Looking at the five people who led the way, they happily cut off a large piece of horse meat and ran towards their home - the **** and smelly horse meat is the capital of the family's survival.

First, there were dead bodies on the ground, and then there were hungry people outside the city cutting up horse meat. The lower-level priests who were sent to arrange the situation were frightened to death. Maybe he should go get some information from the soldiers wandering around the city gate. Then he saw a large number of blond soldiers there. What are they if they are not Norman pirates? !

The junior priests fled back crawling and told the abbot that the Normans were attacking.

"Normans?!" Dean Raymond expressed deep suspicion. However, the city of Anjou has been destroyed and the monastery may be in danger.

Perhaps this news made the people who took refuge in the monastery burst into tears, especially the family members of the garrison. They were convinced that their husbands and fathers were dead.

Instead of personally investigating the situation, the abbot now focused all his energy on stabilizing the emotions of the people taking refuge. While they were lingering, Reglaf, who had rested, organized his army again.

"Ho! You are really cutting horse meat. You roast the meat well, and I will reward you in the future." Reglaf looked sideways through the open east door and muttered to himself, ordering the trumpeters to disperse and rest. Assemble as many warriors as possible

middle.

They quickly formed their team, and Reglaf noticed that the white cloth robes of his men were generally stained.

Stained with blood and mud, it seemed that there were almost no casualties, and everyone's morale was very high.

"Let's go!" Reglaf, who raised his steel sword and swung it suddenly, quickly arrived at the city square with Bekon's parents leading the way.

"That's it, line up."

After another order, the army stood aggressively at the door of the "Cathedral of St. Martin of Anjou", which had been downgraded to a monastery.

After a brief period of calm and embarrassment, the ajar wooden door slowly opened, and a senior priest wearing a bishop's hat walked down the steps with a dozen junior priests pretending to be calm.

Look at them, they are actually carrying a **** cross, as if this negotiation has a strong sacredness.

Regraf signaled everyone to stay calm, and the next thing was all up to him.

He always carried with him the letters from the Abbey of Saint-Maximin of Shannon, parchment rolled into a chicken on his belt.

He sheathed his sword, the sun shone on his blond hair, and the blood stains on his face and clothes proved that this young man had just finished a big battle.

Under great pressure, the abbot remained solemn and walked alone, and both parties left their respective groups in tacit agreement.

Reglaf nodded slightly at first, and then asked with a gentle smile that was very inconsistent with the blood stains on his body: "Papa, are you the...bishop of St. Martin's Cathedral in Anjou? Are you Lord Raymond?"

Since the entire inquiry was in church Latin, the surprise caused by it stimulated Dean Raymond's spirit even more than seeing the army arrayed at the entrance of the monastery.

"My child...you can speak the sacred language? And call me bishop?"

"It seems that you are the one." After that,

, Reglaf calmly took out the scroll from his waist and handed it to the abbot.

The dean glanced around, and the wrinkled forehead gradually relaxed, and his hands began to tremble: "So, you are Baron Shannon, the... exiled King of Mercia?"

"Yes. Now, I am the Count of Anjou conferred by His Majesty the King of Aquitaine. From now on, I will be the supreme lord of the local area, so..." Regrave paused, and then whispered viciously: "Anyone who undermines my interests Everyone is an enemy and should be killed. Do you know what happened just now?”

"I have been informed that you have committed brutal killings in the city. This is sinful!"

"But I will not kill indiscriminately." Reglaf explained bluntly, "I will protect and forgive all residents of Anjou. But those who live in Anjou are enemies. They should be killed! Many villagers have told me What did the garrison at Tours do here? Could there be enemies in the monastery?"

"This... doesn't exist." But the abbot's hesitant expression proved that there was indeed something going on inside.

"That's okay." Reglaf shrugged and emphasized in Latin again: "I heard that Caesar spared many prisoners of war and only killed some of them. I will not do things too badly, and I also hope that you will Come forward in person...to confess to those who died. They have died in battle, and their ashes will return to their ashes."

"You? You are indeed the real Count of Anjou. What can I do for you?" The abbot choked for a moment, then hesitated before asking humbly.

Regraf continued to whisper: "Let's confess to the deceased first. Secondly, I just

Let me tell you, I have successfully received Anjou. From now on, all church activities will return to normal, and Anjou must return to normal immediately. I assure you that under my rule peace will be restored in Anjou at once. "

"So, you can promise not to kill again? At least not in Anjou City?"

"I can guarantee it." Reglaf promised sincerely, holding his chest. Everything happened so suddenly, the battle ended in a short time, and soon the monastery was surrounded. If Raymond had not seen the letter, he would not have believed that the exiled King of Mercia had succeeded to the title of Anjou.

Raymond has been staying in Anjou for several years, and he has not even left the city all year round. Relying on the news obtained through various channels, he learned about the young King of Mercia and his wife.

The presence of the army in exile. All intelligence specifically pointed out that the so-called Mercian army was a group of Normans. All statements are filled with strong disdain, except for the letters from the Archbishop of Tours in recent months. The archbishop's description of the King of Mercia himself is not bad.

Raymond doesn't know what the future holds. For safety reasons, he fully accepts this reality. As for the people taking refuge in the monastery...

"Can I trust you completely?"

Regraf was a little surprised: "Why do you ask that? You ask me like that, and you don't actually trust me completely."

The trembling eyes of the abbot also showed his disbelief.

Reglaf shrugged and made the sign of the cross on his chest again: "I promise that my army will not harass the work of the priests at any time and will not prevent you from collecting tithes."

Having said this, the abbot's eyes suddenly lit up, and the joy on his face could hardly be concealed.

Reglaf added: "If there are a large number of civilians taking refuge in the monastery, and any soldiers who escape, I will allow them to leave immediately."

Suddenly, the abbot asked: "What if there are still family members of the soldiers?"

"There are actually their family members?" This was something Reglaf didn't expect.

"Of course. These are poor women...your army killed their husbands."

"Oh. Their husbands robbed my property in Anjou, and I eliminated all the robbers. As the new earl, I let the past go. It is said that these guilty women should be placed in a women's convent. Who knows about the future? I Now I just want these family members to leave Anjou."

"There are indeed many such women and children." The abbot asked anxiously: "You won't... kill these poor people, will you? Do you really just let them leave in peace? Or... that kind of peace?"

"I will banish them at once. Let them go now! Take some rations and leave Anjou forever, if only the Count of Tours could take them in."

Reglaf's attitude was firm. Seeing this, the abbot no longer insisted.

The feeling brought about by the first contact is very important. The first impression of all the priests on the Mercian army was that they suddenly launched a brutal attack and killed the defenders with their heads rolling. So the first impression was not a good one.

The Anjou priests were deeply shocked. The lower-level priests did not dare to talk to these guys. Although the abbot was bold, he was afraid of angering these blond upstarts. "Okay," he said, "I will release the women. God is watching and I hope you will fulfill your promise."

"I will. The matter of Anjou should

That's it. "

At first, the people who took refuge were afraid that they would be killed by the army said to be the Normans. They cried and knelt in front of the cross, or covered their chests with their hands, or kept making signs of the cross, expecting the archangel to come and save them.

Strangely enough, the priest who maintained order in the monastery said nothing. The abbot stayed outside for a while, and what was even stranger was that the outside suddenly became quiet, as if the barbaric army had disappeared.

There was silence in the monastery. The junior priests who had already inquired about the news noticed that the dean was still negotiating with "the blond army leader." Maybe... the situation was not bad.

Therefore, the lower-level priests who stay here will not tell all those who kneel down to pray, such as "the suffering you are experiencing is all because of your sins" and "it is your impiety that has led to the current results" and so on.

Soon, the priest walked into the monastery in high spirits with the results of important negotiations. All the remaining lower-level priests gathered together and immediately announced a shocking but inspiring contradictory order.

Priests love the Lambs, at least they always show it.

The priest divided all the refugees into two groups, or the refugees here themselves belonged to two groups.

The garrison and their families were all from Tours, so when the garrison was ordered to exploit wildly, the local people in Anjou were miserable, but it was an opportunity for the garrison and their families to make a fortune.

The other part of the refugees are all kinds of necessary technical personnel, such as blacksmiths, charcoal burners, potters, tailors, etc. They once served the old Count of Anjou, but now they are replaced by Tours.

Work in the garrison. In terms of income, working for the Tour garrison would get

The income is too little, but they are unable to change their economic distress.

"All the people from Tours! Those soldiers ask you to leave Anjou immediately and return home to Tours. As long as this happens, we will all be safe..."

The priest also said a lot of words, but these words alone completed the differentiation of the refugees, and the preaching hall in the monastery instantly became boiling. Find Shuyuan www.zhaosｈhuyuａ． com

As a result, the door was slowly opened, and the family members of the soldiers who learned of the tragedy were extremely frightened and reluctantly persuaded to leave by the priests. The skilled workers in the city who also took refuge knew very well that no matter what kind of new rich came, they would need blacksmiths, carpenters and other technical workers, and everyone could still make ends meet.

Besides, what if the new Count of Anjou will give a higher salary?

Until now, the Anjou technicians of all kinds who have taken refuge do not know that the person lining up in the city square is Baron Shannon next door. Ordinary people also do not know that the flag flying is actually the flag of the King of Mercia.

They pushed and scolded, asking all the Tourists living in Anjou to leave, at least when the new Earl of Anjou killed people in anger, the blood of these sojourners would not be stained on them.

Reglaf, who was standing outside the city, was very satisfied with the actions of the priests. What surprised him was that a group of crying women actually walked down the stone steps nervously and fearfully amid the curses of a group of excited men, women, and children.

"Gadfly! (referring to parasite

"Bad guy!"

Even the more vulgar Frankish words, after hearing these, Reglaf basically understood the situation here.

Bekon, who seems to have proven his loyalty through **** combat, is a knight.

Brothers, these are by no means isolated cases, they are probably a common phenomenon in densely populated areas of Anjou.

They are ordinary people who do not seek a perfect savior and do not expect the coming of the Messiah. I really followed my father's teachings. As long as you give the poorest people some food to survive, they will follow. If you give these poor people good meals and new clothes, they will never leave. If...

Seeing those refugees personally coming forward to expel the remaining "sojourners of Tours", Reglaf already had an idea of ​​how to govern Anjou.

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