You were made to farm, and now you're the emperor of an empire?

Chapter 137 Hang Him (Bonus Chapter for the Torch Alliance Leader)
Roman led the convoy and arrived at Putton village at nightfall.

It is called a village, but it is actually a cluster of small villages—which Roman considers as a whole because they are not far apart.

We passed through a piece of land stained red with blood.

Under the cover of night, the land appeared deep and somber, and the pungent smell of blood filled the air.

It was clear that a fierce battle had taken place here not long ago.

The battlefield has been cleaned up.

However, there's no need to pick up severed fingers or bits of flesh.

A farmer stepped on half a hand while traveling and screamed in fear, but was quickly silenced.

The slaves were exhausted and unable to cause any further disturbance; they just wanted to find a place to rest.

The farmers of Doug Village were the worst off; they had been traveling all day and had only managed to get some bread slices along the way to replenish their energy. Now they were both hungry and thirsty.

Roman only gave them ten minutes of free time to relieve themselves along the way; the rest of the time they were on their way and could not stop for even a moment.

Let alone farmers with poor physical condition, even soldiers and laborers were finding it difficult to withstand the strain.

We finally arrived at a place where we could rest.

Putton Village.

Roman met up with Aaron and Green.

They clashed with the local militia this afternoon.

Roman learned of the outcome from his scouts before he even arrived.

In this battle, 18 soldiers were killed and 29 were wounded. The logic of war is that as long as it does not affect combat, even losing a finger is not considered an injury. Being wounded means that one has basically lost the ability to fight.

The losses this time were considerable.

Roman knew the details; such losses were unavoidable.

Small-scale operations, but with a wide area of ​​contact.

In the era of cold weapons, swords and blades were indiscriminate; in close combat, they could kill several times the number of enemies, making them elite troops and strong generals.

The results were also very fruitful.

They killed 46 enemies, seriously wounded 63, and captured 178, including Baron Crow. The rest of the militia fled.

When the two armies clashed head-on, Green led fifty soldiers to cut off Baron Crow's retreat and, together with Aaron, killed his horse.

A knight without a warhorse is merely a heavy infantryman, and the two quickly ended the battle.

Where is that baron now?

Green said, "He's tied up, and I don't know what to do with him. Do you want to see him?"

According to the rules, Roman could obtain ransom through these nobles.

Roman shook his head and said, "No, hang him! Let him go and be buried with my fallen soldiers!"

Such heavy casualties were all due to Baron Crow's promise of "five copper coins for every enemy killed"; otherwise, the fighting would not have been so fierce.

This is a talent.

In just half a day, they assembled a conscription force of several hundred men.

The promise of hefty rewards was used to motivate the conscripts to fight with such ferocity that they became bloodthirsty.

In this era, his actions can be considered above average.

He deserves to die!
Green nodded and turned to make the arrangements.

……

Roman had also been traveling all day and, although he hadn't done anything, he was quite tired.

He roused himself, arranged the slaves in their places, and ordered the servants to slaughter the livestock of Putton Village, cook a meal, and distribute the meat and broth to everyone.

After making the arrangements, Roman went directly to the room where the wounded soldiers were kept.

Upon seeing the lord arrive at the ward, all the seriously wounded soldiers struggled to their feet and bow.

"You can just lie down."

Roman checked on each of the wounded soldiers, carefully examining the bandages on their wounds.

During the winter, he leveled up his [Medicine] skill to level 2. However, he didn't receive much feedback; he only gained a clearer understanding of human anatomy and pathology, and incidentally learned some medical and nursing knowledge.

He ordered someone to bring a wooden box, and when the lid was opened, it contained a thin layer of crushed green stone powder.

"I'll re-bandage you, just bear with it."

There weren't many seriously wounded soldiers, but treating them one by one was still troublesome.

Some people had their eyes gouged out, and others had their necks chopped off with an axe; the wounds were mangled and extremely gruesome.

Roman patiently treated their injuries, unwrapping the blood-stained linen, carefully grinding a small amount of green stone powder onto the wounds, and then rewrapping them with new gauze.

The wounded soldiers watched Roman's actions with some confusion, not knowing what the green stone powder was. However, their worship and faith in their lord ran deep in their bones, and no one raised any objections.

This time it was a young soldier's turn.

His right hand was severed at the forearm; his wrist and palm were gone, leaving him completely bare.

The soldier with the severed hand wept bitterly, saying, "Sir, I can no longer hold a weapon..."

Roman's voice had a certain magnetism as he spoke gently, "It's alright if you can't get it. I'll support you all from now on. This is your trauma, but also your glory. If anyone looks down on you because of this, I will never let them get away with it!"

"But I... still want to fight for you..."

Roman was taken aback, then gently hugged him and whispered, "There will be a way in the future. I will find a way for you."

This world is fantastical and mysterious. The means of limb regeneration may be rare, but it does exist, and even substitutes are acceptable.

He would never betray the hearts of the warriors who died for him, and he would let them rest in peace even after his death.

"Are you married?" Roman asked again.

The soldier shook his head.

Roman then learned that he was only 18 years old and had originally been a slave who had been selected through recruitment to become a soldier.

"When we get back, I'll have someone arrange your marriage. After you're married and have children, if you still have this feeling, then come find me." Roman gently patted his back.

All the wounded soldiers were taken care of.

It was late at night.

Bonfires blazed throughout the village, providing light.

Roman summoned Green and asked him, "Is the list of victims ready?"

"it is done."

“After we get back, we should conduct an investigation. If the fallen soldiers died without children, we should find their relatives to adopt their children. If they were all alone, we should find an orphan to inherit their names and have those children visit their graves to pay their respects every year.”

Green was taken aback; this matter wasn't troublesome.

The household registration system is complete, making the process very convenient. Moreover, Sige Town has no shortage of orphans.

Roman and Green walked and talked, passing a house from which came groans and cries of sorrow.

Who's in the house?

Green replied, "They are the wounded conscripts."

They suffered considerable losses, but the enemy also suffered heavy losses, with nearly fifty men, whom he and Aaron carried here.

After all, they had just been stationed there and were very busy, so they hadn't had time to deal with these people yet.

"Go check on their condition. Give those who won't survive a quick death. Leave those who can survive here and don't worry about them. Take those who can be cured."

Roman handed the small wooden box to Green; there was still some green stone powder left inside.

The latter immediately understood what Roman was going to do, and his expression showed some resistance.

"This is malachite powder, and we don't even have enough for our own people. Tomorrow, we'll definitely have to fight again, and there will be even more wounded," Green warned.

He's usually carefree and irresponsible, but at this moment he's a different person, somewhat serious.

During this time, another piece of malachite was found at the iron mine, and like the previous one, it was ground into powder by Roman.

Malachite is believed to ward off evil spirits and negative influences, and it is also said to have antiseptic, regenerative, healing, and immune-boosting properties.

It is an indispensable treasure for the sick and seriously injured.

Normally, these resources are specifically supplied to knights who are on the verge of death, so that they can be kept alive even if they are seriously injured, rather than being distributed among ordinary wounded soldiers.

(End of this chapter)