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Albrecht crosses the river again to where the knights are. They slaughter their enemies with a beast-like glare on their expressionless faces.
“Franz! Ulrich! Valter! Take the knights and follow me! ”
Albrecht gave orders, calling out the names of some of the senior knights he knew.
It's been five days since we landed. A few months ago, Albrecht heard that Amas had entered the peninsula.
Then they must not have been dispatched from the base of Amas. That's not a good time. Probably a nearby city or town commander.
Moreover, if Albrecht had been camped in the river five days or so before landing, there would have been a garrison nearby.
Albrecht leads the Knights after the vanquishing hostiles. Indeed, they were running in one direction.
Albrecht and his knights run with weapons to kill excessive enemies.
After a half-day's run with the knights, you see the Garrison in a basin surrounded by nocturnal hills.
Dozens of wagons were seen, and heaps of cattle and wheat flocks such as cows, chickens and goats were piled up like mountains. Transverse!
“Ulrich! Go get Randolph!" Tell Diego to gather the troops and come here! ”
The garrison was not in disarray. The hostiles were all running, each carrying a handful of supplies.
Cars are an age without bikes. Lose the battle and you'll starve to death if you just run. When I ran away, I had to have something to eat.
Albrecht led the knights to raid the garrison. The hostiles look at Albrecht and start to flee, startled.
I didn't even see the commander. I'll probably go straight to Amas and report what happened today.
Soldiers flee before Albrecht even gets near them. But they insist on plundering their supplies (?).
Albrecht drives the enemies away like flies, circling the encampment rather than chasing them away.
“Don't touch me! You bastards!”
In this world, the right of a winner was a cruel law. The losers fled with what they had originally stolen, and Albrecht pretended to be the owner, even though it wasn't his.
“Don't be chased! Protect the supplies! ”
You chase the fleeing enemies and call back the slaughtering knights to guard their supplies.
Albrecht and his knights circle around the supplies and guard them.
The hostiles who had just fled to the garrison fled empty-handed, expressing their despair at the sight of Albrecht and the Knights.
They will probably starve to death in the streets or take what they have to eat and kill each other.
Albrecht continues to ride the Schwarz and circle around the supplies.
Albrecht arrives and tells him to guard his supplies and returns as he saw fit.
I saw Diego send the knights to collect the army. He yells something next to Diego, but Diego seems to be embarrassed.
“Diego!”
Albrecht approaches calling Diego.
“Master! What are you doing?! ”
Boduin asks Albrecht. Ever since Albrecht ordered his infantry to attack in battle, 8,000 infantry troops have almost been absorbed into the Knights.
Albrecht grunts silently, grabbing Boduen's collar and staring.
“I told you I'd kill you if I didn't order the charge. My last concern is keeping you alive without killing you. Don't test me. ”
The deputy behind him just bows his head, even though his boss is caught by the collar.
Only the deputy and a few knights from his territory remain by his side. Suddenly, 8,000 infantry forces were overthrown.
The soldiers nearby gaze quietly at Albrecht and the Boduin. The light of disbelief was young in the gaze of the baboons.
Albrecht releases the collar with a rough push. The ministers and knights surrounding the Bo Du 'an could barely survive the fall, so they barely escaped the fall. The soldiers felt it was really bad.
Albrecht and Diego take the troops back to their original camp.
The infantry commanders remain in position, and Diego is responsible for 8,000 infantry commanders. Maybe he's got ten hands, maybe he's got a hat.
However, the fact is that he chose several knights and put them in charge of infantry by troops, so he probably didn't die from excessive stress.
Diego's the only one who knows how to use his head, so he's the only one I can leave in charge. Diego asked you to pick some useful knights and train their successors.
And then there was another problem. Almost 1,000 prisoners were captured. I had to decide what to do with them.
Albrecht first grabbed the animals and fed them to the soldiers arriving at the garrison.
Soldiers praised Albrecht, saying that this is heaven, after a long feast.
Among the supplies, spices weighed about the same in the North continent were heaps of gold.
Spices were common here, perhaps. I don't know about the civilians, but at least it wasn't worth the gold.
Albrecht untied the spices and fed the soldiers. After tasting something I've never tasted, the soldiers almost cry.
And there were several crates full of gold coins, and a pile of silk drums. Seeing the state of the enemies in battle, I thought it was too much wealth.
I wondered if they were also an exhibition troop like the North Continent. It was something to find out. Albrecht asked you to bring a commanding officer from the prisoners.
Away from the noisy places where soldiers eat and talk, there are Albrecht, commanders, and lead knights found by a few torches.
Albrecht sits, and the commanders and knights stand in line beside him.
The torch brings shadows to Albrecht's face as he dances around. Big bears, and blue eyes gleam with torches.
Some of the prisoners, who have been dragged out and kneeled down, roll their eyes and fear.
“Ask what unit you were in. ”
As Albrecht speaks, a soldier who came to translate asked the prisoner. Then the prisoner said something briefly in a language he couldn't understand.
“It's called the Yatai Conquest Army. ”
Why the occupiers were blocking the river. Albrecht asked me a question.
“Ask how the Yatai capturers found out about us and blocked the river. ”
When the soldier asks again in their language, he breathes his liquor without knowing that he can't speak even if he's dead.
The soldier told Albrecht again.
“He learned of our approach as he was organizing and gathering reinforcements in nearby villages to deliver supplies to HQ. ”
Albrecht was finally convinced. The question of why the hostiles were in subpar armor, and why they fled so quickly without a will to fight, and why there were so many supplies was solved.
“Where is this Amazian? ”
The soldier asks, and the prisoner shakes his head.
“I don't know.”
Albrecht didn't seem to be pretending not to know. I asked something else.
“What kind of man is Amas? ”
The soldier interprets Albrecht's question, and suddenly the prisoner becomes more talkative. After a long time, the soldier asked how many times, and it took a long time to clean up.
“I am called the King of Asaicin. Asayin is a kingdom to the south of here, and he was not originally a royal there, but he invaded it 10 years ago and became king. And then they started going crazy, saying they were uniting the Eastern Continent. ”
Albrecht felt a sense of confusion. He invaded from the outside and became king. Of course there would have been dissatisfiers.
And instead of purging the dissatisfiers, he turned his eyes to the outside for a unified war.
I don't know much about the situation here, but if it were a Feudal System similar to the North Continent, I also felt that the apostles would not listen and eat here.
I thought you wanted to take a large amount of plunder and distribute it to your subordinates as you conquered the coastal cities and strengthen your dominance.
But there are limits to what money can do to loyalty. The reason he didn't wipe out Salamis at once with a force of 100,000.
He's probably having more headaches from Internal Affairs. Maybe 100,000, but his army was just as fucked up as the Crusaders.
Albrecht seems to have a clue about this war. It was different from simply encountering an army.
Albrecht himself, but Amas was also a stranger here. If you could show them who you are, what a monarch you are, and how to rule, they could have followed you more than Amas.
Albrecht recalls Saladin. The pagan monarch praising the Christian world. A warlike and merciful monarch.
People were always drawn to the powerful but merciful being. I thought it would be just like Earth or here.
Albrecht looks back at the prisoner for a long time and says,
“I'll set them free tomorrow. Feed her dinner, and release her food tomorrow. And tell me Albrecht let me go. ”
“Ah, Albrecht! ”
Diego cries out in panic. He has 1,000 enemies. What if they rejoin the enemy?
Diego thought that no matter how good Albrecht did, this was way out of line.
As the soldier translates, the prisoner is startled and asks how many times he has heard it wrong. I opened my eyes wide and switched translators and Albrecht.
Albrecht looks at the prisoner and says again:
“And promise you won't stand against me. If you fight me again, then you will pay with blood. ”
Of course, they couldn't be sure what to do. But the majesty of the monarchy comes from the weight of the horse. Albrecht vowed to put a weight on his own words in this war.
Albrecht saw beyond the war, not just when an army and an army collided and occupied the land.
The prisoner nods frantically at Albrecht's words. And when Albrecht told him to back off, all that remained was the executives, including Albrecht, in the intestine.
“You guys get some rest. I'll set them free tomorrow. ”
Diego tries to say something, but quits. I thought I knew who Albrecht was, but today I thought he was more than I could imagine. But I also felt something beating in my heart. I didn't know why.
The next day Albrecht got up early in the morning, rode solo Schwarz up a nearby hill and looked at the rising sun on the horizon.
A dry, cool wind blows through Albrecht's blonde hair. The blue eyes contained the sun.
Albrecht knew. That this world is round. Maybe he knew himself in this world. In the meantime, I've wondered why the memories of modern people on Earth have come to my mind.
Even though the memories of the modern people had come in, they were not suddenly geniuses. Rather, I was lost.
What bothered me the most was guilt, ethics, human life, and dignity.
If it had been you before, you might have fought the Conquest of Blood war before without worrying about it. Even so, the progeny might have praised themselves as great men.
He was not a saint. He was born in battle and war. Then, by doing well, I wanted to make the world a better place for people.
It was ironic, benefiting people from good fighting and good at war.
Yesterday, I suddenly thought of offering a new monarchy to the world while looking at the prisoners. And spread the word, and make the world a better place.
By simply presenting a new monarchy, we might not be able to break the cycle of loyal and loyal blood by squeezing people's blood.
I didn't want it to be grand. There was no way there was no blood in the way he walked. Sometimes I might have to kill people ruthlessly.
This crusader will be the stage to test himself. He will go his way through the great waves of his time. If it fails, will it fall like a bird with broken wings?
But if the world gets any better, isn't it worth it? Just a little bit. A little bit.
Chapter 9 The End of the Ruler's Path.
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