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"Do you want to become a knight?"
This question struck Henry like a thunderbolt, leaving him completely stunned.
Become a knight.
He could understand the individual words, but the combined meaning was too much for his brain to process.
So he could only blankly reply, "Sir, I don't understand what you mean."
"It means exactly what it says: you, Matthew, Matthias, and Fritz, do you want to become knights?"
As he spoke, Mo Jiang turned his head slightly away, avoiding looking at the wheat-scented feed in the refugees' bowls.
Although modern animal feed is more filling, hygienic, and nutritious than the black bread mixed with lime, bran, and sawdust of the Middle Ages.
However, Mo Jiang always felt uneasy, as if his morality was being violently attacked by himself.
Despite his annoyance, he couldn't actually get Mojiang to provide rice and flour as food, as the price was too high compared to feed.
350,000 yuan is equivalent to several years or even more than a decade of savings for an individual, but when it is distributed among hundreds of people in a village, it doesn't even cause a ripple.
If he wanted to feed more people, he had no choice but to use animal feed.
Moreover, more than 80% of the refugees who have lost their land will not survive the winter, and cannibalism is a frequent occurrence on their escape routes.
The lord and the church didn't care about the lives of the refugees at all. Mo Jiang knew that he was the only person within a hundred miles who could help them get through the winter and prevent them from resorting to cannibalism.
Therefore, he rationally kept this unease to himself, ensuring it did not affect any of his decisions except through his own senses.
We're all medieval refugees, so let's not talk about dignity anymore.
"By the way, does anyone else have any complaints?"
“Discontent?” Henry looked puzzled. “They have enough to eat and a place to live after losing their land, all thanks to your kindness and grace, sir. What could they possibly be dissatisfied with?”
"They even eat three meals a day."
In Henry's view, any of these refugees who were dissatisfied with this situation deserved to be hanged.
The porridge made from that feed and boiled water was even better than what he ate before he followed Mo Jiang. It was incredibly fragrant and filling; just one bowl was more than 80% of what the villagers ate.
In fact, people in the village have been asking Henry if he's still hiring in Mojiang.
"Okay...then you take them and work overtime these next few days to finish building the residential area as soon as possible."
"Find another large enough open space, and have everyone..."
Mojiang drew a large circle to represent the villagers of Skaritz and all the refugees combined.
"How long would it take to build a platform large enough for everyone to move around in, with about seven or eight people standing on it without feeling crowded?"
Henry immediately thought about where there was a suitable open space nearby that met Mo Jiang's requirements, and soon he thought of a place. "I know where there is a place, and as for the platform, it should only take an afternoon."
Henry has quite a few men under his command now, so it won't take too long to set up a platform.
"Then try to get it built in the next two days. You'll need it for your knighting ceremony in a couple of days."
When the topic of the knights came up again, Henry realized that Mo Jiang was not joking.
That's a knight.
He was merely the son of a blacksmith, while Matthias and the others were nothing more than the sons of farmers.
And now, they've become knights?
Without looking at Henry's expression, which showed he had suddenly realized his leap in social class, Mo Jiang knew that Henry must look silly right now.
He came here just to give a heads-up and to see how Henry and his team were managing things.
Based on what we've seen so far, Henry and his team have done a pretty good job.
Just then, Matthew jogged over, encountering a problem he couldn't solve: among the newly arrived refugees were babies who couldn't drink the porridge.
The Cumans raided the village. The strong adults could run fast, but the old and weak, even if they survived, could not move quickly. So they only managed to reach the vicinity of Skalitz yesterday.
Matthew and Fritz had long ago been sent by Mojiang to a place ten kilometers away to lead people to cook porridge along the way so that the refugees would not starve to death before reaching Skarlitz.
So when Matthew encountered babies who had no mother to feed them, he immediately used warhorses to pull a cart and bring the babies back.
"Go find Bianca and Theresa and ask if there are any mothers in the women's group who can breastfeed their babies."
"Henry, go to the village and buy some goat milk and cow milk. Make sure it's not rotten or spoiled, and be quick!"
Mo Jiang immediately issued the order and led the carriage to a shady place.
Besides the baby, the carriage carried several adults, a girl who didn't look like a mother, and an elderly nun.
Before long, Matthew arrived with several women. They skillfully picked up the crying baby and began to breastfeed.
The babies' cries irritated Mo Jiang immensely. His normally proud, keen senses became a torment, a kind of emergency mechanism triggered in adult humans by the babies' cries.
It was telling Mo Jiang to do something, whatever it was, to quickly calm that crying little bundle of flesh down!
Not long after, Henry returned with milk, and he also brought along the women of the village, with his mother at the head.
Theresa and Bianca skillfully took the milk, picked up the baby, and began to feed him.
As women in the Middle Ages, they all had some experience in taking care of children at home.
Mo Jiang didn't try to help care for the baby, but instead asked the nuns in the carriage, "Are there any more babies in the back? Or children?"
"Father Green was with the older children, and behind them were the Cumans..."
There were children behind them, and also Cumans.
Realizing this, Mo Jiang immediately ran back to the wooden house, picked up the Overlord Spear, and without putting on armor or saddle, mounted the horse Tian Jie directly.
Under the influence of Aesop's potion, Tianjie was able to understand Mojiang's command. With just a "giddy-up" sound, Tianjie immediately reared up and galloped away.
Meanwhile, the hunting dogs followed silently behind Mo Jiang, like a pack of wolves led by a wolf king.
The golden eagle flapped its wings and followed along in the sky.
As they galloped along, Mojiang soon saw people lying on the ground, and further away, the Kumans were shooting villagers on horseback.
They were not the main force, but a small group left behind to clear out the refugees who were rushing into the town.
The Cuman troops ambushed and killed along the way, even treating the killing of fleeing villagers as a form of amusement, emitting disgusting laughter whenever someone fell to the ground.
Just then, a dark storm swept in, and before the Cumans could react, they were struck by a tremendous force and thrown off their horses, crashing into trees.
His chest was caved in by the force of the blow; he could only exhale, not inhale.
Enemy attack!
Before the remaining Cumans could issue a warning, the Overlord Spear pierced his throat, and the blade twisted, severing his entire head.
After killing two people, Mo Jiang's eyes burned with even more killing intent. He spurred his horse and charged toward the Cumans. Anyone he targeted either had their chest pierced by a spear or was beheaded, leaving no trace of their body.
Even more hunting dogs suddenly lunged out and tore the Cuman's throat apart.
The smiles that had accompanied the brutal killing of the villagers had vanished, replaced by rage and terror.
What angered me was that someone retaliated.
What terrifies them is that they discover they cannot withstand the monster's slaughter.
The Cumans immediately turned and fled, but this was clearly futile.
Ten minutes later, all thirty Cuman soldiers were dead, their bodies torn to pieces.
They do not accept surrender, and there are no survivors.
Today, the Tai Sui (Grand Duke Jupiter) is surnamed Mo.
66. Righteous one, may the light of dawn follow in your footsteps!
Green stared tremblingly at the thing before him.
Although it was very impolite to use such a name, he couldn't imagine what name he should use to accurately describe the person in front of him.
More than ten Cuman cavalrymen who had gathered together were killed in a very short time.
The powerful black horse galloped like a storm, while the spear in the opponent's hand was like the fangs of a wild beast, tearing apart one Cuman body after another.
What's even more frightening is the pack of wolves.
Like demons that have escaped from hell to earth, they silently slaughtered all the careless Cuman soldiers.
There were no roars, only the sound of throat bones being bitten and the screams of the Cumans themselves.
Even Grimm was utterly astonished that he could still stand when his master, the jet-black war beast, and the demonic hound from hell stood before him, looking down at him from above.
Although his legs were still trembling uncontrollably and his bladder was constantly warning him to release water, Green remained standing there.
Because behind him were many children who were only a few years old.
"I am the newly appointed governor of the royal territory, Mojang. The village of Skalitz is ahead. Do you have any wounded here?"
Mo Jiang dismounted and glanced at Green and the children behind him. "A nun told me you were here. They are safe now, along with the babies."
His ears twitched slightly; he could already hear the sound of horses' hooves coming from the direction of Skaritz. Fritz was leading his men toward them.
“Over there…” Mo Jiang pointed in the direction Green and the others had fled from and asked, “Are there any other Cumans?”
"No... I don't know. The Cumans set fire to the village, and then bandits broke in."
Unable to obtain any further information, Mo Jiang rode his horse further away, saying, "Stay here and wait; someone will come to meet you soon."
It sounds like the Cumans in this region are gone, but there are still bandits.
Perfect timing, let's clean up the surroundings.
……
When Mo Jiang returned, he did not come alone; two warhorses were pulling his carriage behind him.
However, when Skaritz saw what was in the car, he couldn't help but take a few steps back, and some even screamed.
Because the carriage was carrying human heads...
All sorts of human heads.
There were Cumans and Bohemians among them; to the villagers, each of those heads looked grotesque and terrifying.
Mo Jiang handed the cartload of heads to Henry, pointing to them and saying, "Go find some lime powder to wrap the heads up, arrange them in a pyramid shape in a conspicuous place at the intersection, and put up a wooden sign that says: The fate of robbers and invaders."
This time, Mo Jiang slaughtered all the bandits and Cumans who dared to show their faces, although some of them were clever enough to hide.
However, although Mo Jiang could not see them, the golden eagles flying in the sky could see them clearly.
If the golden eagle saw them, the consequence would be, at Mo Jiang's request, to offer up their heads.
As for whether they themselves are willing or not, it is clear that Mo Jiang has no intention of finding out.
The purpose of building the Jingguan (a mound of corpses) was purely to intimidate people, at least to make the bandits realize that this place was not to be trifled with.
As for the Cumans and Sigismund's army, they were not something that could be frightened by mere dead heads.
They needed to build an army, an army with sufficient fighting power. Sigismund realized that if they dared to extend their reach here, they had to be prepared for the army to be wiped out.
Only in this way will the King of Hungary feel the pain and know to withdraw his hand.
Henry looked at the truckload of heads and could only grit his teeth and find someone to help him deal with them, since wrapping the heads in lime would take a lot of time.
As for stacking them into a pyramid shape so they don't fall down, that takes even more effort.
Then Mojang summoned Matthias to inquire about the children's situation.
"The babies were given to women in the village and camp who had breast milk, and the children were also taken care of. However, sir, some people have their own children to care for, so the supply of breast milk might be..."
Matthias didn't finish his sentence, but Mo Jiang understood what he meant. In the Middle Ages, women didn't have the concept of postpartum confinement; it was common for them to go back to work the day after giving birth, or even on the same day.
Under such intense labor, it's highly unlikely that one would have enough nutrients to produce enough milk to feed the child.
“We will gather together the women who have breast milk, and starting today, we will provide them with special food so that they can temporarily stop doing farm work and come to take care of their children. They can bring their children with them, and I will pay them wages.”
In addition, Mo Jiang was also considering which of the rescued babies had reached the point where they could drink formula.
Furthermore, they quietly added various brands of milk powder to the purchase order.
"By the way, how's the women's team doing?"
Matthias paused for a moment when he heard the question, then replied, "The situation is good. Bianca and Theresa continue to lead the women's team in washing clothes."