If I let you farm, will you become the emperor of the empire?

Roman led the caravan and arrived at Puton Village at nightfall.

It was called a village, but it was actually a village composed of several small villages - these villages were regarded as a whole by Roman because they were not far from each other.

On the way, they passed a piece of land stained with blood.

Under the night, the land looked deep in color, and the strong smell of blood lingered in the nose.

It was obvious that there had been a fight here not long ago.

The battlefield had been cleaned.

But there was no need to pick up some chopped-off fingers and minced meat.

A farmer stepped on half of his palm while rushing on the road and screamed in fear, but was quickly suppressed.

Many slaves only felt exhausted and could not cause greater riots. They just wanted to find a place to rest.

The farmers in Doug Village were the worst. They had been rushing all day and only got some bread slices to replenish their energy. Now they were hungry and thirsty.

Roman only gave them ten minutes of free defecation time on the way, and the rest were all on the road and could not stop for a moment.

Not to mention the farmers with poor physical fitness, even the soldiers and menial troops could not bear it.

Finally arrived at a place where they could rest.

Puton Village.

Roman met with Aaron and Green.

They fought with the militia here this afternoon.

Before arriving, Roman learned the result through scouts.

In this battle, a total of 18 soldiers died and 29 soldiers were injured - the logic of war is that as long as it does not affect the combat, even if a finger is broken, it is not considered an injury - injury means that the combat capability is basically lost.

The loss this time is quite large.

Roman knows the details, and this kind of war loss cannot be avoided.

Small-scale combat, but large contact area.

In the era of cold weapons, swords and knives have no eyes, and close combat can kill several times the enemy, which can be regarded as elite soldiers and generals.

The results of the battle are also very rich.

Killed 46 enemies, seriously injured 63 people, captured 178, including Baron Crow, and the rest of the militia escaped.

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

A knight without a warhorse can only be regarded as a heavy infantryman, and the two quickly ended the war.

"Where is the baron now?"

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

According to the rules, Roman can exchange ransom for these nobles.

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

Such heavy casualties were all due to Baron Crow's promise of "killing one enemy, rewarding five copper coins", otherwise the fight would not be so tragic.

This is a talent.

It took half a day to gather hundreds of conscripts.

The promise of a large sum of money inspired the courage of the conscripts to fight and kill until they were red-eyed.

In this era, his operations can be regarded as upper-middle-level talents.

He deserves to die!

Green nodded and turned around to arrange this matter.

...

Roman had also been traveling for a day. Although he did nothing, he was a little tired.

He cheered up, arranged the slaves in place, and asked the servants to slaughter the livestock of Puton Village, cook, and distribute the meat and broth to everyone.

After the arrangement, Roman went directly to the room where the wounded were placed.

Seeing the lord coming to the ward, all the seriously injured soldiers struggled to get up and salute.

"Just lie down."

Roman checked the conditions of the wounded one by one, and carefully looked at the bandages of the wounds.

In winter, he upgraded his [Medicine] skill to level 2.

But he didn't get much feedback, just a clearer understanding of human anatomy and pathology, and learned medical care knowledge by the way.

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

"I'll bandage you again, bear with it."

There were not many seriously injured soldiers, but it was troublesome to deal with them one by one.

Some people's eyes were gouged out, and some people's necks were chopped by an axe. The wounds were bloody and extremely horrible.

Roman patiently treated their injuries, untied the blood-stained linen, finely ground a handful of green stone powder on the wound, and wrapped it again with new gauze.

The wounded soldiers looked at Roman's actions, somewhat confused, not knowing what the green stone powder was, but their worship and conviction of the lord were deep in their bones, and no one raised any objections.

This time it was the turn of a young soldier.

His right hand was chopped off, and the wrist and palm were missing at the position of the forearm, leaving it bare.

The soldier with the broken hand cried bitterly: "Master, I can't hold the weapon..."

Roman's voice was magnetic, and he said gently: "It doesn't matter if you can't hold it. I will always support you in the future. This is your injury, but also your honor. If someone looks down on you because of this, I will never let him go!"

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

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

This world is fantastic and mysterious. The means of regenerating broken limbs may be rare, but there are some, even if there are substitutes.

He will never let down the soldiers who died for him, and let them rest in peace after death.

"Are you married?" Roman asked again.

The soldier shook his head.

Then Roman learned that he was only 18 years old. He was originally a slave, and later became a soldier after being recruited and selected.

"I'll find someone to arrange a marriage for you when we get back. If you still have the heart to do it after you get married and have children, come find me." Roman patted his back gently.

All the wounded soldiers were taken care of.

It was late at night.

Bonfires were burning in various parts of the village, providing light.

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

"It's ready."

"Do a survey when you get back. If the soldier who died died without an heir, find his relatives to adopt a child. If he was alone, find an orphan to inherit his name, and let those children go to their graves to mourn every year."

Green was stunned. This matter was not troublesome.

The household registration was complete, so it was easy to handle. Besides, there was no shortage of orphans in Sige Town.

Roman and Green talked as they walked. When they passed a house, they heard groans and mourning sounds one after another.

"Who's in the house?"

Green replied, "It's the disabled conscripts."

They suffered heavy losses, but the enemy also suffered heavy losses, nearly fifty people, and he and Aaron carried them here.

After all, they had just arrived and were busy with affairs, so they didn't have time to deal with these people.

"Go and see their situation. Those who can't survive will be killed. Those who can survive will be left here and ignored. Take those who can be cured away."

Roman handed the small wooden box to Green, and there was still some green stone powder left in it.

The latter immediately understood what Roman was going to do, and his expression was somewhat resistant.

"This is the powder ground from malachite. We don't have enough for our own people. Tomorrow, we will definitely experience more battles and there will be more wounded." Green reminded.

He usually looks careless, but at this moment he looks different and a little serious.

During this period of time, another piece of malachite was dug up from the iron mine, and like the previous piece, it was ground into powder by Roman.

Malachite can ward off evil spirits and can disinfect and regenerate, enhance healing and immunity.

For the sick and seriously injured, it is an indispensable treasure.

Generally speaking, these resources are specially supplied to the knights in battle, so that they can survive even if they are seriously injured and dying, instead of being shared by ordinary wounded soldiers.