Knight and Wand

Chapter 132 Cleaning the battlefield
Hearing the retreat call from the other side, Knight Heinkel looked at the floating bridge that was about to be built in front of him and pounded his fist in anger.

Obviously, we only need to wait for half a minute longer! If the young master had listened to his advice before the attack!
The old knight's resentment turned into a sigh. He didn't know why he was defeated in the frontal battlefield against an enemy with twice as many troops as his. But since the main force had already retreated, he and the two hundred militiamen were powerless to turn the tide.

Heinkel stopped the soldiers' bridge-building work and led his troops to evacuate the north bank.

As the Wolf family's army moved further and further away and completely disappeared from the battlefield, the soldiers gathered by Old Brian could truly feel the coming of victory.

But after cheering, people still cannot stop and rest immediately.

Some soldiers remained on guard, while more began to search for their own wounded on the battlefield and to treat any villagers who still had hope of survival.

Old Brian was running around at the foot of the slope, organizing the soldiers to build a temporary camp, and asked people to go back to Longka Village to get simple stretchers made of door panels and wooden boards to carry the wounded who were found.

Leon didn't want to be idle, so he temporarily handed Canis over to Olivia, Sir Redo and others to be taken back to the camp for imprisonment. He ran down the slope and searched for the people with his soldiers.

The medical level in this era is worrying, and Longka does not have many treatment methods. Now, if we find one more injured person as soon as possible and clean the wound, perhaps we can save one more life.

Leon didn't have the time to care about those enemy soldiers who were not captured or killed, but he would save as many soldiers who were fighting for him as possible.

Especially the Selvans, many young and strong Selvans have not had time to re-establish a family and leave offspring. If these people died in the war, their entire family would be wiped out.

Running back and forth on the battlefield, although the power of the Boiling Heart was fading, Leon's physical fitness had grown rapidly after this period of crazy magic stimulation, and his physical strength was still far beyond that of ordinary people. Naturally, his efficiency in carrying heavy objects was much higher than that of ordinary young and strong people.

"That's the Lord?"

The busy soldiers caught a glimpse of the silver-armored figure running past them, and turned back in surprise, watching the Lord Knight lifting the wounded he had found, walking quickly and steadily back and forth on the battlefield littered with corpses. They were a little surprised that the noble Lord Knight would condescend to do such dirty work.

Not far away, Lohak bandaged the injured Azerien. Seeing Leon running around busily, he thought for a moment, rubbed his palms, took off his iron gloves, and ran over to help his partner.

The two men worked hard with the soldiers, and dozens of wounded soldiers, some seriously injured, were temporarily transported to the wounded camp for treatment.

Although Longka did not have a military doctor at the moment, fortunately, there was a young wizard on the scene who was more proficient in "medical skills" than most of the civilian doctors in the Western Continent.

The Duwana veterans under Sir Redo also have some experience in simple bandaging and treating injuries.

In response to the panicked thanks from the lightly wounded soldiers, Leon comforted everyone with a few words, then turned and headed towards the operating tent not far away, where wailing and screaming were constantly being heard.

As you walked in, the smell of blood filled your nostrils.

It was like standing in front of an operating table at a slaughter scene, and the boy in a simple robe had his clothes and hands stained with bright red.

"Hold him tight!" Corvis' voice was no longer as gentle and elegant as usual, now sounding like a calm butcher.

And in fact, what he was doing did look a lot like a butcher.

However, the butcher took away lives, while the blond boy was trying his best to save lives.

Leon sighed and quickly stepped forward to help hold down the struggling and crying injured person.

Without anesthesia, people undergoing amputation surgery would naturally feel as if they were being tortured.

At this moment, Leon realized the great value of the drug-like "Spirit Comforting Incense".

Compared to using it in committing crimes, it might be more appropriate for incense to be used in medical operations.

Dealing with the seriously injured patients who were constantly carried into the treatment camp and performing surgery on more than a dozen critically ill soldiers, the blond boy's forehead was soon covered with sweat.

Using a cloth that had been boiled in boiling water for half an hour and disinfected to wipe him, Leon felt ashamed that he was just an ordinary office worker in his previous life. He did not have any medical skills, nor did he have the ability like Corvis to transfer magic elements and infuse his own energy into the other party.

He had no choice but to use his only simple knowledge of hygiene to help the little wizard.

They kept passing flame-sterilized surgical instruments back and forth to each other. Fortunately, the medical tools prepared in advance were sufficient, including steel knives, tweezers, pliers, hammers, chisels, saws, needles and thread, splints, bandages, and so on.

Inside the tent, one could hear the frightening sound of knives cutting flesh, or sharp saws cutting bones, and from time to time there was the hissing sound of branding burning wounds.
After an unknown amount of time, the last horrific surgical operation was finally coming to an end.

White flames rose in Corvis's hands, and the leaping holy flames brushed across the wound to stop the bleeding. After all the invisible unclean foreign objects were removed and the wound was bandaged, the almost exhausted boy breathed a long sigh of relief, his body softened and he almost fell down.

The Duwana soldier, who was feeling inexplicably moved, quickly supported the beautiful little wizard, or little doctor?
He was well aware of how lucky these militiamen and comrades who underwent this surgical operation were. Even though the process was painful, there was a sorcerer personally presiding over the treatment, which was a treatment only available to the nobles.

That dazzling magic seemed much more reliable than the crude techniques used by ordinary military doctors.

"Thank you." Corvis helped him to stand again, but his eyelids were drooping due to sleepiness.

The young man, who had already exhausted all his magic power in the battle, had already overdrawn the magic energy in his body.

"Leave it to me." Leon came over and took the support from the Duwana warrior. He helped his partner take off his blood-stained robe and helped the staggering boy out of the operating tent.

The most serious and critically injured patients were all treated as appropriately as possible.

As for the remaining lightly wounded, the other soldiers also understood the disinfection and bandaging procedures that he had repeatedly emphasized in the past, so there was no need for everyone to trouble Corvis to treat them personally.

"You've worked hard, go back and rest." Leon looked at Corvis who could hardly stand, and quickly called the soldiers to bring the war horses.

"Thank you for your help, my Lord. I can't bear it any longer. I need to sleep for a while."

The boy swayed and leaned against Leon, closing his eyes in peace.

Leon looked down at his reliable partner who finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell asleep while standing, and patted his younger brother's shoulder with gratitude.

In today's battle, Corvis played a vital role. His role was not just to hold the flag. Without the magic power he provided, not only would he not be able to summon the powerful ancient Flame Sun Guards to break through the formation alone, but he himself would not be able to maintain a boiling state and fight to the death with the powerful Wolf Knight named Canis.

It would be impossible for Olivia and I to force our way through so many heavy cavalrymen, plus three Knights of the Order of Arms, and accomplish the feat of capturing a general single-handedly.

Honestly speaking, treating Garron as a trump card in this critical moment of war was largely a gamble.

Leon knew that the ancient guard who had transformed into a heroic spirit should be very strong, but he had no idea how strong he was.

He just used the ancient memory of the summon as a standard, guessing that he might be able to give it a try. After all, the ancient dead souls who turned into heroic spirits would not die a second time anyway. Even if they could not win, the spirits would be defeated by the charge of heavy cavalry, which would at most be the return of the dead souls. Therefore, Leon did not feel guilty about letting him face the powerful enemy and take the bullet for himself.

Of course, it now seems that we have greatly underestimated the power of the ancient mage guards.

If it weren't for the fact that his and Corvis' magic power combined could only last for a few seconds, the ancestor of the Farolis family thousands of years ago, relying on his martial arts and that powerful armor and weapons, could kill through the Wolf Lord's army alone.

Tsk, it's so scary. Fortunately, I didn't have any bad intentions when I encountered it in the forest. Otherwise,
Riding on his warhorse, Leon escorted the drowsy boy all the way back to the camp. He discovered that during the time when he was helping Corvis rescue the wounded, a large group of Faroris red-robed soldiers appeared in Longcane.

Reinforcements?

Hurrying on his horse, he hurried to the village house, helped the young man down, and walked quickly into the open hall on the first floor.

At the large meeting table, he saw a slightly familiar face. It was Knight Marcello stationed at Fort Wachter. Next to him was an officer from the baggage camp whom he had seen before. Sir Redo was talking to them.

"I'm ashamed, Lord Leon. I led my troops here at full speed as soon as I received the news, but still failed to catch up with the battle." Marcelo stood up and saluted to apologize.

"Don't blame yourself. You are leading infantry after all. You came fast enough."

Leon shook his head and asked everyone to wait for a moment. Then he went upstairs and carried the exhausted Corvis back to his room to rest.

Leon moved the griffin cub that was occupying the bed aside and put the boy down. Before leaving, he rubbed the little griffin that was looking at him curiously.

"Listen, be quiet and don't make any noise. Don't disturb your daddy's rest, okay?"

After jokingly giving instructions to the fat guy, Leon opened the window for ventilation, then turned and went downstairs to meet the reinforcements coming from Wachter and Selva.

Sir Marcello and the officers of the baggage camp each brought two squadrons of Farolis soldiers to support them, four squads, with a total of two hundred elite infantrymen.

They arrived in Longka one after another almost immediately after the Wolf Army was defeated and the Longka defenders began to clean up the battlefield.

Hearing the arrival of the reinforcements, Leon silently reviewed the situation in his mind and replayed the battle he had just experienced.

In today's battle, if the Wolf Knight named Canis refused to surrender and he killed him, then even if his own front line was defeated, or even if he took a step back and was besieged and killed by the vengeful Wolf Cavalry after killing Canis, the battle would still have to be fought.

The Wolf Lord's main force, which is at the end of its strength, may not be able to defeat the Farolis elite brought by Knight Marcelo and his men, even if the militia on the north bank is included.

The situation on Farolis' side was much better than he had expected in the previous battle.

Of course, if the fight continued like that, the losses of Selva, Lonca and Pleyton would be too heavy.

According to rough estimates from previous searches and rescues of wounded soldiers on the battlefield, not counting the wounded, nearly one-fifth of the soldiers were killed in this battle. If the number of wounded is taken into account, the defenders suffered 30 to 40 percent casualties.

If the war continues, even if Farolis eventually wins after reinforcements arrive, the three territories will surely be destroyed.

".You are truly worthy of the banner title bestowed upon you by Lord Elliver. You actually captured the young master of the Gunnar family alive on the battlefield. Now, I think that group of vicious dogs will not dare to harass the Thorn Flower Territory again in the short term.

By the way, you have to be prepared to negotiate with the envoys they send. If there is no experienced censor, you can write a letter to ask Lord Elliver's castle to send someone to deal with it. You have to make a lot of money from the Wolf family. "Marcelo laughed.

He had heard from his colleagues who had returned from the front line last time that Canis of the Gunnar family had performed very bravely on the battlefield of Mamor, killing no less than five well-known Knights of the Order of Kantadar and killing more than a hundred enemies with his own hands.

Unexpectedly, the other party suffered a setback in front of the small village of Longka and fell into the hands of their own equally young and brave Lord Pendragon.

"Young Master? Is he the heir of the Lang family?" Leon was stunned when he heard that.

"Yes, my lord, Cannis is the eldest son of Baron Gunnar." Sir Redo nodded and replied.

Leon couldn't help sweating slightly.

Fortunately, that guy did not stubbornly refuse to surrender, otherwise he would have killed the heir of the Wolf family and created a mortal enemy with Baron Gunnar, whom he had never met. It would have been unnecessary.

But on second thought, he couldn't help but expect that as the heir to a large baronial family, this amount of wealth would surely be considerable.

The danger of Lonca has been resolved, but Knight Marcelo and others are not in a hurry to leave. On the one hand, they are on guard against the enemy's counterattack, and on the other hand, the west of Lonca, which has just experienced a battle, urgently needs a large number of manpower to clean up the battlefield.

The armor and weapons of the fallen soldiers were collected, and all the valuables on the enemies were stripped away.

The enemy's bodies, except for the fallen Wolf Cavalry and a knight who were valuable enough to be redeemed by their families, were all transported to the wild and buried on the spot.

The victims of the three territories, except for the local Longka archers and infantry, were also identified by their respective fellow villagers and then sent back to their nearby hometowns for burial as soon as possible.

Ten soldiers from the Duwana Halberdiers were killed, and a knight squire brought by Sir Redo also died in the battle with the Wolf Cavalry.

Of the four Pleighton riders organized before the war, two were killed and two were wounded.

These four cavalrymen from the wealthy families in Pletton never flinched from the battle, so according to the prior agreement, the families of those who died in the battle will receive a generous pension as a reward for their efforts in breaking into the enemy lines and killing the enemy.

The two who survived, in addition to receiving the bounty, also got the opportunity to pledge allegiance to Lohak and Azerien, and could choose to become their knight squires.

What comforted Leon was that among his companions, except for Azerien who had a minor injury on his arm, the others were fine, just like himself, except for the bruises that were inevitable in the battle.

And no one in his heavy-armored guards was killed, except for Zabron and his three men who were in the front row meeting the cavalry charge. Even with the physical toughness enhancement of the Boiling Heart, they still suffered considerable internal injuries, including minor fractures and cracks, and needed some time to recuperate.

It seems that compared to ordinary soldiers with thin armor, the elite soldiers with comprehensive protection and heavy armor have a very low death rate as long as they do not face powerful knights directly.

As the sun sets, Leon walks with Old Brian on the high slope after the war and looks around the battlefield.

While listening to his centurion's report on the army's general situation, he went on to ask another question that was of great concern to him.

"Have you counted all the spoils?"

"That's a rough number. Excluding the horses that were seriously injured, we captured two top-quality war horses and fifteen ordinary cavalry horses.

There are two sets of knight plate armor, one of which has a hole in the breastplate, and fifteen sets of heavy cavalry armor."

(End of this chapter)