Mount and Blade

"Win?"

"We wiped out the Vanskerrys!!"

"Wow! Yeah!!!"

The militia team members finally realized what was happening and started celebrating. Some even knelt on the ground and raised their spears to cheer.

The leader of the militia group finally recovered and finally got rid of these people. He smiled and looked at the friendly troops coming out of the bushes. However, he found that it was a child riding a horse. He had only 5 people under his command, just a mob. His expression was obviously very surprised.

[Winning, our army suffered casualties this time: 2 city thugs (injured), the troops shared 1980 experience points, 2 city thugs can be upgraded, and each person will cost 10 dinars. ]

The two city thugs under his command tied up the fainted Vanskerrys on the ground.

"...What's your name?"

"My name is Green." Green answered calmly while riding on horseback, although he was also seriously injured.

At this time, the militia also looked at the location of the so-called "reinforcements". When they saw that it was just a child and a few familiar street thugs, they couldn't help but look ugly.

"... Thank you, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to get rid of them so quickly. My name is Chico, and I'm the captain of this group of militia."

The visitor was very humble, and he didn't lack courtesy because Green was a child.

"Nice to meet you."

The two simply shook hands and let their men plunder the spoils of the battlefield.

Chico couldn't help but look at Green again and again. Such a young child could actually get rid of an elite in Vanskerry on horseback, which really made them adults feel ashamed.

............

"Report! 15 militiamen were killed and 24 were injured, but there are 41 available troops left."

"Got it. Send the wounded back to the camp first. Pull the dead back with horses for people from the same village to identify. Bury these Vanskerry people."

Cheko commanded in an orderly manner. The armor on the Vanskerry people was stripped clean, which could be sold for a lot of dinars. Those Vanskerry people were piled together and thrown into a deep pit. If it weren't for the winter, these beasts would definitely be burned to ashes. It was really a bargain for them.

And Green also dismounted and treated the wounds of the two seriously injured city thugs. With the blessing of the system's perversion, as long as they were not missing arms or legs, they would be alive and kicking in two days.

Moreover, Green also found that as long as the people in his team were classified, they would not do anything weird. These thugs were all hooligans in the city before. It was against common sense for them to obey like this in the hands of a child. It seemed that there was an invisible force that made them absolutely obedient. Moreover, with just these few attributes of the city thugs, they were no match for Green at all. As long as the morale was good, there would be no problems and they would not run away. This was in line with the settings in the game.

Green picked up a lot of spoils, and the remaining few small things were left for them to divide.

Now there is no shield defense skill. Except for the shield given by the system that can be infinitely refreshed in the trial realm, there is no shield that Green can use, because the center of gravity is unstable and it can't protect himself.

At the invitation of Cheko, Green planned to rest in the militia camp first, and then go to the city together in the afternoon to sell the piles of spoils.

"I didn't expect that we won this time with such small casualties. If you hadn't turned the tide of the battle, the casualties would have been even greater. I didn't expect that you have such courage at such a young age."

Along the way, Cheko admired Green's courage. The militia had never had such a good record against the Vanskerry people. Often, more than half of the people had to die to win, and they might be wiped out in return.

After all, the militia was mainly composed of 80 militiamen per team, of which only 20 militia crossbowmen, only a small number of patrol cavalry and scouts were equipped with chain mail and horses, and the militia wore only some soft armor, even the leather armor was pitiful. After all, they were just farmers before, and their morale was not high. They would often start to flee when half of their people died. There was no supervisory team for such a small-scale battle. If they lost and fled, they would just be beaten with dozens of military sticks and verbally criticized. After all, people still needed to plant the land. The world of Mount and Blade was famous for its sparse population. Every time they went to burn a village, there were only about 50 to 70 or 80 people in a village, including the peasant women.

"It's a small matter. They won the victory by themselves. I just helped them to exert their original strength." Green said modestly. After all, people always need a little external force to muster up courage.

Cheko couldn't help but look at the child in front of him again. He could say such modest and reasonable words at such a young age. He will definitely do great things in the future.

Several people returned to the militia camp to reorganize, and the military doctors summoned by the village also began to be busy. The death rate of 15 people was much lower than usual, and the injured could go to the battlefield again after a period of rest. It was an incredible victory.

"God bless us, it is the goddess of justice Astalia who blesses us." The leading doctor led the military medical team to deal with every seriously injured soldier, and couldn't help but bow his head and pray.

"How is the situation?"

"My lord, I estimate that these soldiers will not be greatly affected after recovery. They have not suffered any fatal injuries, and the medicinal materials are just enough. No one should die. Thank Goddess Astalia, justice is with us!"

"That's really the blessing of the goddess, justice is with us!" Chico placed his right hand on his left chest and bowed his head to pray.

"Haha, who is this?" The old man asked the boy next to Chico with a peaceful face.

"If it's as expected, he should be the boy rumored in Barkley City, Green, the child who captured the Vanskerry war leader alone."

"I guessed right, right? Green." Chico looked at the child who had just dismounted beside him with admiration. He was only a little taller than his waist and looked quite strong.

"What an amazing young hero, you have fulfilled the dreams of so many Barkley children, Green."

"Haha, not as powerful as the rumors say, I only caught him when he was injured!"

"That's amazing enough, may the goddess of justice Astalia protect you." The old man's eyes also had a little more admiration, and he bowed devoutly.

"May the goddess be with you." Green also bowed his head and closed his eyes and bowed devoutly.

In Barkley, mentioning the goddess of justice Astalia and praying for her is the highest etiquette and blessing between equals, except kneeling and swearing an oath to the king.

Then the three of them went into Cheko's tent to drink some goat milk. In the civilian diet, cow's milk and goat's milk are common instant drinks. Although they taste a bit fishy, ​​they are already a rare source of nutrition.

After all, there is no aseptic processing technology for milk in this era. It is all raw. It is good to drink some. Who cares about whether it tastes good or not?

After a simple chat about what is available, the soldiers outside have almost sorted out and started to cook. The three drank the milk in the cup to quench their thirst and went out of the tent to prepare for dinner.

The pot was cooked with black bread and some air-dried meat, smoked fish, and stewed wild vegetables. There was also some cheese on the side. Each person took a bowl and prepared to eat.

Although cooked black bread tastes much better than eaten dry, it still makes your throat feel a little hoarse when you drink it. It's much better with soup. Since Buckley produces salt, the amount of salt used here is not too stingy. In short, it's much better than the Midlands, which is full of grass and hills. After all, the central area is in the inland capital of Wyndham, and salt is always expensive.