676 Annihilation (2/2)
Many squires and guards shouted and surrounded this group of people.
On the other hand, Fang Yuan jumped agilely and came before the leader in the black shirt. ”Let me guess, you're… Earl Floren.”
Although it was just a guess, he was already very sure of himself.
”Yes or no, what's the difference? Since you've already succeeded the power of Glendon, you should know those that are hostile toward him are definitely not limited to the Stan Duchy,” the man in black spoke ambiguously.
”Nice, it looks like you're Earl Floren. To think you came knocking on my door before I went looking for you. It looks like it's time to square accounts!”
Unfortunately, no matter how greatly the opponent wanted to conceal this, Fang Yuan had directly ascertained the truth from his expression and reaction.
”You know the Mind Reading Technique?”
The leader in the black shirt was astonished, an even greater sense of fear enveloping him after his secret was exposed.
”I originally wanted to ask you some things, but now that I think about it, there doesn't seem to be anything of special importance. You should just go and die.”
Fang Yuan walked forward a few steps and slashed with the heavy sword in his hands.
A huge pressure instantly compressed the surrounding air. The black-shirted person had no choice but to brandish a soft sword resembling a poisonous snake, pressing hard against Fang Yuan's sword technique.
Ding!
After a dull sound, a huge vibrating force transmitted from the edge of the sword directly into this leader's body.
He trembled and instantly shrivelled up like a deflated rubber ball, as if the all organs and bones in his body had shattered.
”Too weak! You're too weak!”
Fang Yuan sighed and immediately clapped his hands. ”Look after the remaining people. Also, gather the surviving villagers and extinguish the fires. And inform the senior constable.”
”Yes, Master!” Grace replied loudly.
After experiencing this battle, although most of them were injured, and some even died, the remaining ones had grown a lot.
…
With Fang Yuan's mediation, the aftermath of the village proceeded orderly.
”Sir Knight, we have obtained many spoils of war!”
Afterwards, Fang Yuan, who had taken off his armor, saw Garce with a face full of happiness reporting, ”In total, we seized eighteen horses, twenty people, and various supplies, as well as gold and silver accessories, for a total of fifty Stan gold coins.”
This realm's main currency was still the gold and silver coin system. What was known as the Stan gold coin was naturally the gold coin cast by the Stan Duchy, and it fetched a high price.
When Fang Yuan inherited his position this time, he only had to pay a hundred gold coins to the baron as an 'inheritance tax' or the 'tribute'.
In other words, he has offset that by half this time.
”Pass all of the captured people to the constable. As for all the horses, military equipment, and gold and silver, we'll keep them.”
Fang Yuan nodded his head. ”All who achieved victory in this war will be rewarded. Those who died in battle will be given five gold coins as compensation to their bereaved family, and I'll also promote their family to become a free citizen and obtain fifty mou of land.”
”Thank you very much, Sir!”
Garce's gaze suddenly lit up.
Having fought and risked their lives, wasn't it for all this?
With so many rewards, facetiously speaking, it was worthwhile for their dead companions even if they returned to the embrace of Hess.
Fang Yuan looked on at this, extremely calm.
To him, using both kindness and severity to tug at people's heartstrings were just trivial matters that he did casually.
He did not even care about the gold and silver. If he could actually use it to inspire his subordinates to die, why not?
The only issue was that he had to devote particular care to who an outsider was and who his own people were.
Just like this Haier Village. As it was not his own territory, he did not bother to take care of it.
It was obvious that a bandit group that came out to loot and kill could not possibly have such a huge amount of gold and silver on them. Most of those fifty Stan gold coins were definitely the treasures of Haier Village.
However, since they were in the hands of Fang Yuan, they had become seized and seen as war trophies. Even Baron Shawshank was unable to ask him to surrender them.
They had already saved the village, so how could they demand so much?
Instead, those large batches of overly conspicuous grains and textiles were too eye-catching and difficult to carry around. Those could be given to these poor villagers. It was already sufficiently benevolent for the compassion of a noble.
After half a day, public cemetery of Haier Village.
Fang Yuan came alone and saw the surviving villagers burying their loved ones. Quiet sobs endlessly resounded, instantly turning into a scene of distressed crying.
Standing under a tree's shade, he suddenly turned toward an empty side and said, ”A very sorrowful scene, isn't it?”
”If it were a war, their ordeals would be more miserable than this by a hundred times,” a calm voice replied, and a person walked out from the shadows.
He was thin and tall, and wore a long gray robe with a hood. His face was emaciated, yet his eyes were full of spirit and contained a scholarly aura.
”Sorcerer?” Fang Yuan nodded his head. ”What about you? Which side are you on?”
”Office Sorcerer Heim. I have seen Sir.” Heim bowed slightly. ”I'm really sorry. As the grand duke doesn't much manpower here, I made Sir encounter such an incident.”
”Nevermind…” Fang Yuan waved his hand and did not make a fuss.
In reality, without even needing to guess, he already knew the intentions of Grand Duke Stan. The appearance of the sorcerer at this moment was merely to befriend and express goodwill toward the winner.
These were the cold and ruthless game rules of this world!