Reality always demands details. There was no way around it.
Making your own line and guarding it was always important if you lived in this world as well as in reality. But at the edge of that line, something really profound and embarrassing happened.
Albrecht is no longer confused by his beliefs. Leading by force, killing fewer people, setting an example of compassion.
Only, the details were a problem. I have drawn a line, but when I stand at the boundary, what should I do? How much less will you kill, and how far will mercy go?
If it was a one-on-one war with the Wild King, I wouldn't worry about it. But there were others. After quickly removing the Wild King from the front line through internal operations, he devised a strategy against the Hero King.
So, with few casualties from our allies, we had to push hard and secure an advantageous tactical Node for an hour first.
The problem was that the Wild King's army had suffered 2,000 casualties and 4,000 were taken captive. There are 4,000 Anglia troops, and there are 4,000 prisoners at once.
This was an era in which if you defeat an opponent in a war, the winner takes control of the loser's right to life and death.
But this was not Albrecht's problem. It was a problem that my loved one was experiencing.
Four thousand lives are in the hands of Queen Rosamund of Anglia. Difficult problems came to her all at once.
The problem of feeding and putting prisoners to sleep, the problem of transfer, the problem of killing or saving lives......
The lamps that illuminate inside the command barracks cast shadows like licking the faces of the characters in the intestines. Darkness prevailed over light in the barracks. The eyes of the people were shining with the light.
The torch lights up outside and the battlefield is still clear. Hostages are being disarmed and their weapons sorted and stacked in one place are still in progress. The soldiers were tougher than they were in battle.
“If you don't want to search, you better get back inside! ”
“I, I'm a nobleman! You have the right to pay! Let me see the commander! ”
“If you talk nonsense one more time, I'll rip out your tongue. ”
“If you can negotiate the ransom even after the tongue is pulled, try it. Chuckle.”
You hear soldiers roaring outside the barracks.
Albrecht and Rosamund sit side by side at the top, with their heads slightly lowered and troubled. Shadows drip darker on her fine face.
The commanders and lords glanced at her quietly, as the Earl of the Company, Aethelwulf, said.
“My queen, we have no time to waste. Just kill them all and it's over. ”
The meeting about the prisoners, which began after winning the battle, has continued until this afternoon after lunch.
When we merged, there were too many, so let's kill them appropriately, and once we got the ransom, all kinds of opinions came out.
The reason for the transfer was rejected was because there were insufficient numbers of allies to control them. And without the power to trust each other and fight against each other's shoulders, it was useless.
Mercenaries who only see money, but they were the ones gathered at Akaten. They were from different places, different cultures, different ideas, and, above all, enemies.
Though the nobles' ransom opinions were discussed most prominently, there were many surprising opinions that they should be killed the same by questioning their invasion and pillaging sins.
Albrecht was a little surprised at this. The more I stayed with the Anglia people, the more I felt I had a culture and mindset that was definitely different from other parts of the country.
Anglia's people were cruel and cruel as they were pure. A single example was converged in the opinion of killing 4,000 prisoners because they didn't need ransom like now.
Other than that, they also had a fairly good unity around kings compared to other regions.
If the Longevity Monarch is defeated in battle, in the case of the North and Central, the frozen lords seize his face and go straight to the enemy.
But the lords of Anglia were reunited under the queen's banner after their defeat. Ecbert's balls were large, and Albrecht's reputation played a great role, but the lords at least didn't go to the Hero King or the Wild King.
Religious loyalty in this world was a fantasy. Even the lords of Anglia were loyal to Albrecht from the north. Perhaps, this was their own way of survival.
Albrecht only listened to the commanders throughout the meeting and didn't say a word. Rosamund only asked a simple question, and she listened almost to the Lord's opinion.
Rosamund casts shadows on his pretty face, falls into a closet, turns his head to the side and looks at Albrecht and asks.
“Albert, why did you free hundreds of thousands of prisoners? ”
Albrecht spoke briefly about this when he first met her. She asked Albrecht if she wanted to hear it again.
Albrecht glances at her for a moment and turns his gaze and looks around at the desk.
“We talked about this before, but just, come on. I just wanted to kill less. Here, I think it's important. If it wasn't for you, I'd have to kill you, too. ”
Albrecht had nothing more to advise him. No matter how much I loved her, it was not for her to stand up and fix everything.
He fought and fought as a guardian everywhere, and to protect her, and couldn't bear the burden of being a monarch.
Albrecht feels like something's going down. Then she turns to look at Rosamund, her head lowered again, and she looks sad and depressed.
The commanders stared at her mouth. After a long time, Rosamund's beautiful mouth opens, and he speaks powerlessly.
“Kill them all. ”
Then he grabs Albrecht by the shoulders and takes a hard stand. Albrecht sees her hands tremble.
Albrecht leans on her, taking her without a word and escaping the command barracks. The commanders stood up for a moment, presented examples, and sat down again to have a practical discussion: a discussion to kill 4,000 people.
Albrecht returns to the tent prepared for Rosamund and himself and strips off her body armor. She also helped Albrecht take off his armor.
They washed together, changed their clothes, and lay together in bed without a word. Albrecht didn't think of it as an adulterous thought now either. I was just sweeping her back.
She doesn't shed a tear, but she continues to look sad and depressed.
Albrecht holds her in his arms, rather than a clumsy consolation. She was also held in Albrecht's arms without a word.
After a long time, she can barely sleep. Her closed eyes shed tears.
Albrecht looks at her tears and thinks: It's like killing people anyway.But it's better to just kill without guilt. Or is it better to still be in pain?
The result is unchanged, but I thought it was necessary for the monarch to feel the weight and responsibility of life.
However, she was still young, and she was the woman she loved so much. I wiped her tears with my bare hands.
Albrecht and Rosamund got up early in the morning and helped each other put on their armor. And I went out and watched the prisoners from afar. Like before, the fog settles, and they look blurry.
Under the command of the commanders, a knight and 4,000 soldiers took dozens of prisoners out of the camp and into the woods.
They looked at the soldiers and the knights with one frightening eye. There was nothing they could do unarmed.
Their eyes, resigned eyes, unbelievable eyes, just confused eyes, seemed to have different kinds of hopelessness.
“Me, me! Nobles! Nobles! Is there no commander there!? Your Majesty!"
Several prisoners have gone rogue, but have been killed in the field. If the nobles die like that, most of the prisoners can't even speak.
Suddenly, as the sun rose and the sun rose for a long time, the fog began to be pushed away with warm sunlight. Only then will I be ready to execute the prisoners.
“Kill him!”
As the commanders shouted, the knights were overwhelmed. Then many of the prisoners appeared, panicked and trying to rebel.
“Now, wait a minute! For real? The ransom!”
“I have children back home! You will have children! Please!”
“Mother, I miss you! ”
They knew it in their heart, but they were continuing to hypnotize themselves that it wasn't. When I heard the sound of killing, my heart thumped and I acted with the last screams of all sorts.
However, the soldiers who held spears at them stabbed them.
The rest kneel down, just resigning. The soldiers plunge their swords deeply into the neck and shoulders of the prisoners. They do not scream out loud, but they scream out loud, and then they die within 10 to 30 seconds of each other.
There was a commotion for a while, and there was a scream from the handset, but it certainly ended well in a short time to kill 4,000 people. Anglia's commanders were efficient and reasonable.
Rosamund simply stood still and heard the death of 4,000 people, then turned around and went back to the tent. Albrecht watches her back, and summons the commanders. It's time to get busy.
It was a battle without any major damage, so I gave the soldiers a day's rest and repaired the troops. I thought it would be difficult to meet the rain in the middle, but I was able to choose a land that became less dense as those familiar with the rain.
Nevertheless, the rain itself was not good for the soldiers' health. If I got sick, I was in trouble. As important as fighting in the military, it was supply and disease management.
If the plague turned and the soldiers were killed, it was a disaster. It's not a deadly epidemic, and even a mild cold can damage your combat strength.
Albrecht was worried, but none of the soldiers were particularly ill.
One more day, a knight rushes towards the Anglia army. He was almost a jerk for running a story. My eyes were white and my cheeks were thin.
He comes running, flying a flag. The flag was yellow with a red vertical stripe on it. He was a Northumbsian knight under siege by a hero king.
He notices that Albrecht is the Commander-in-Chief, and as soon as he approaches, he bows his head and salutes.
“Hero King Guillaume is leading the army. We're about three days' march from here. ”
Albrecht looks at the commanders. They seemed to be embarrassed. I didn't expect it, but I thought it was too soon.
The army of Anglia was defeating the Wild King and resting for one day. How did you find out so fast on the street when there was no radio?
Most importantly, it took us two days to reach the favorable notice we had originally planned. It was a fast time.
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