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Albrecht strips off his horse gear, as if he had given up Schwarz. Schwarz, who became a free man, still followed Albrecht.
Albrecht counted the scale of the damage. Each of the infantry commanders and senior knights posted a report and the commanders quickly summoned to report to Albrecht.
There were over 400 casualties in total, with 350 recurring injuries, 30 serious injuries and 20 warriors.
You packed and killed 10,000 of Vidoukin's troops and did not have to do this much damage, but you still took care of the injured and the warriors.
Albrecht gave the order to prepare for the burial of the warriors first. He also told the survivors to pay compensation along with the money for this battle.
Then, I told them to move the wounded to the back temporary node. But in order to do that, there were at least two people per injured person. Thus, during transport, the troop losses alone were about twice as great.
There was no commander or monarch in the world who took care of the wounded and the warriors. Albrecht was the only one.
The soldiers feel something overwhelming. The strongest, greatest king in the world, thinks of us.
In this era, even the smallest wounds inflicted in combat were killed by tetanus or infection. Moreover, most of them were treated with amputations because medical technology had not developed.
That's why the survival rate of the wounded was not so good, even if they were treated. Anyway, it was better than nothing.
Having left everything else, Albrecht did not want to abandon those who risked their lives as a monarch. They fought for themselves.
Albrecht showed more action, action and practical rewards than words, so the soldiers could feel it.
From the extremities of Albrecht to the knights and terminal soldiers, everyone in the army felt united around Albrecht.
If you add organized, trusted, tight-knit forces, and great command, it was an unbeatable army.
The rain was still being tracked down, and the world looked like morning even though the sun was late in the afternoon to cover the clouds. The torrential rain strikes the knights and soldiers' helmets in tumult.
The soldiers' armor was mostly flax blankets, so they absorbed the rain and became heavier.
The soldiers, in addition to their battle fatigue, even organized the battlefield, wanted to fall there.
However, the soldiers were unable to rest because they were wearing a lot of jeweled jewelry such as black jewelry, rings, bracelets and necklaces of gold. I couldn't leave these alone and do it next time.
Albrecht once heard that Anglia is famous for its gems.
I also heard that the gem mine is to the north, and the area where the Bedouins live seems to have a lot of gold and silver from the other mountain. It was literally a land of gold, silver and jewelry.
Nevertheless, they were poor and always dependent on plunder, because the Eastern and Western trade had been heavily blocked up.
Gangan traded with the northern part of the Kingdom of Veles, but there couldn't have been much trade. I bought food mainly from Veles merchants, but I was running low on food, and even the merchants seemed to be eating out of control.
Albrecht remembered something about the dawn of Western America. Ever since I couldn't spend the bank's money, I've always been well funded, but I decided to monopolize the gold and silver jewelry from the west.
It was not exclusive to commodities like iron and warhorses, but exclusive to the region. The gold jewels coming out of the west will pass through Albrecht, as if they were exclusive to silk.
It was not easy to develop mines or enter the realm of Bedouins, so we decided to focus on getting rid of the Bedouins from Zichmaringen first.
Albrecht paid a fee to a nearby merchant and rented a wagon and carriage to carry his loot. I could have, but I didn't want to.
However, there is still important work to be done.
“Your Majesty, what about the enemy encampment? ”
Richard comes and asks.
Albrecht was unable to answer quickly. If he had assembled an army of young boys, almost all the men would have been dragged.
So how many are there in the garrison? Most women and children can't even fight. How many of them? 10,000? 20,000? 20,000......
Already all grown up and killed, Albrecht had to stop at the numbers.
Does life weigh? Without weight, is it like killing one person or killing 20,000 people? I didn't touch it with common sense.
For Albrecht, this was not a philosophical question to sit idly by in the sunny weather. It was a matter we had to decide right away.
At some point, he thought he would have to bear the weight of blood in order to fulfill his conviction. In fact, the weight of the blood is getting heavier, and Albrecht feels more and more tired.
“I will give my orders later. First, let's go to the temporary garrison. ”
Albrecht put it off as long as he could. I felt heavier somehow because of the rain chasing me down.
Albrecht has decided not to ride another horse while on his way to the temporary garrison. You walk through the plains of cropped grass.
Schwarz follows you. Around it are Eugene, Richard, and dozens of knights walking around.
Randolph stares at Albrecht from afar.
It was completely dark when Albrecht arrived at the temporary encampment.
While I was coming, the soldiers fell, bumped into each other, and they weren't in a commotion, but I managed to arrive back and forth.
The temporary garrison contains local residents who fled to the mountains and forests, avoiding the Bedouins. It appears to be 10,000 people, but they are still gathering.
It's a shame Wilhelm used his skills to teach people how to dig ditches and waterproof tents. Otherwise, the garrison would have been a mess.
Albrecht puts everything else aside and rushes the soldiers to the tent for a rest. The soldiers reach as soon as they enter the tent without taking off their equipment properly.
Albrecht enters a large tent for himself and Rosamund. I don't see Rosamund. With the help of Eugene, you take off your armor, bathe appropriately, and clean yourself.
Sitting by the bed, I think about my enemy's encampment. I couldn't leave life to chance.
The garrison will be stockpiled with plunder. Gold and silver jewels will be more than they earned on the battlefield.
In fact, funding and food issues have always followed Albrecht, who operates the military and pays his wages.
Albrecht is in deep agony, and Randolph enters the tent. Randolph wiped his hair with a towel, but he still swiped his wet hair back and changed into silk.
Albrecht simply glances at him.
“Why? What's going on? ”
“No, I just came by. ”
Randolph sits on a chair nearby, facing each other. Without looking at Albrecht, you keep your elbows up on your knees and your gaze on the ground.
The rain is still chasing you outside, and you hear the squadron commanders clearing out the loot.
Several lamps lit up inside the tent illuminated the two of you. The light and shade blended together and made the two of them like landscapes in a painting.
“Hey, you know, Master.”
As Randolph weighs down, Albrecht looks at what he's doing.
“Tell me, what's going on? ”
Albrecht asked, but Randolph hasn't answered for a long time. Then he said with his eyes still on the floor.
“Master, I know you. I know what people are like. I know what they're suffering from. Do you remember when we first met? ”
I don't know why this is happening all of a sudden, but Randolph takes Albrecht's expression seriously.
“You fought against knights and soldiers for us who had nothing to do with it. He fed the Wittenheims with their loot. and eventually got promoted to the official village. He also fed the war-torn Oberburners. How was the Crusade? I have seen the master who frees hundreds of thousands of people for free. I know who the Master is. ”
Randolph felt this was not the case when Albrecht destroyed Heinrich and Karl and killed them all.
However, I only thought of myself as a master who would do this for a reason.
Then, as trade in the occupied area became more active and the sea became more abundant, I saw people living lively. Then I understood what Albrecht meant.
Randolph was ignorant due to his lack of knowledge. He was quick to notice and smart.
Killing people, saving lives. The Master suffers so much because he has to carry that burden alone.
“You said that by giving me the Illudian sword. I want to rely on it. Can I, can I carry the Master's burden with me? ”
Unexpected Randolph's words obstruct Albrecht. Then something popped out of my heart. I quickly bowed my head, feeling my eyes turning red.
Randolph takes his eyes off the ground and turns his head to look at his master. It was the opposite. Albrecht sits beside the bed, looking down at the floor, and Randolph looks at Albrecht.
Albrecht looks up at Randolph. He looked almost like he would cry.
“Will you help me, Randolph…? ”
Looking at Albrecht's weakness, Randolph seems to be burning in his chest. Then he stood up and said with a heavy voice.
“I will be your sword and shield. ”
Randolph says that and leaves the tent.
“Adler! We will raid the enemy encampment at dawn! Tell the knights to get ready! ”
Randolph commands his deputy as the Licence Knights Master. Albrecht bows his head again. I felt that I had postponed some responsibility.
Of course, Albrecht did it, both formally and on the surface, and it will be recorded as such. But personally, he couldn't push the switch and Randolph pressed it instead.
Albrecht felt powerless, ashamed, and at the same time saved and stable. There was no way to explain this complex mind. Then came the grief.
I felt that Albrecht's purest Randolph had been defiled by himself.
Albrecht was sad, but at the same time, he took the luggage out and felt refreshed. I really felt unexplainable.
Albrecht changes into silk, puts his father's sword around his waist and leaves the tent. Then I went straight to the field hospital. Yurgen and his knights follow him.
The rain was thinning a little. The field hospitals were just setting up logs as columns and hitting big tents on top.
It's been a while since that day, but new wounded soldiers keep me busy. You see Rosamund in a white hood with his head tied behind his back.
Albrecht approaches without a word. Rosamund is treating a soldier whose nose has been ripped off, whether he was caught in a sling or not. Treatment was just washing with water and putting a clean cloth on it.
‘Your husband sprinkles blood outside, and your wife wipes it. ’
Albrecht approaches silently and helps his wife. People were amazed and respected when their great king appeared. Injured soldiers also tried to raise their heads to show respect.
“Don't mind me. Just lie back. Get to work. ”
Rosamund glances at his husband and does his job again. He probably thought he was coming here to nag.
Albrecht was just helping the hospital without saying a word. I threw the blood out and filled it with clean water. I rolled up my sleeves, washed the bloody rags and bandages, and healed the wounded. The king and queen take good care of the wounded.
The people in the field hospital were just dumb and helpless. The Jurgen and the Knights escorting Albrecht have never seen a monarch like this before, so they just stare.
Over time, the frequent rainfall completely stopped. The knights gazed quietly at their king around the field hospital. They couldn't understand Albrecht. I just felt what I saw.
The most powerful judge in the world, the judge who lives and kills, and the one who wants to die. The great king of the North, Albrecht.
Chapter 20 The end of sin and punishment, redemption and salvation.
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