"Report! Enemy, 51 crusaders! 1 captive. Allies, 2 killed in action, 3 wounded. That's it!"
"Who died in the war?
Private Ed, this is Private Carter.
"Right... what about the three wounded?
"I've been cut off my arm, but my life doesn't say otherwise. Already treated."
"Now put a Kyle detachment on the escort, return the two dead and the three wounded to the king's capital by carriage, and the rest investigate the bandit's Negijo after questioning one of the captives. There may be a national caught."
"Ha!"
Wayne approached Patrick with a dark face,
"Pat, don't be depressed. Two casualties is good for that number of fighters, right?
"Wayne, I know, but I still do. I think I might have done a little better. I'm sorry about those two families."
Patrick's shoulder with a bitter expression, Wayne pounds and goes back to his carriage.
Drop all the bandits' heads and pack them in the carriage to be returned. It's called crusade proof.
This neck is exposed to a place in the king's capital.
And no one had noticed from this forest that there was one tall man with brown hair fleeing at full speed.