Cleaning the battlefield is a very income job.

The armor and weapons on the fallen soldiers are all fat pieces. Those with good items can be sold at the original price, and those who suffer damage during the battle will be lower. However, because the price is low, the demand is much larger. Those who have rolled the blade and grind it a few times on the whetstone. Those who have pierced the armor and find craftsmen to repair it, and they can still be used normally.

The food supplies carried by these soldiers can be collected as their own military rations. If the deceased is the entourage of the noble knights, wine and dried meat will probably be found in the pockets. If the enemy's logistics team is also wiped out, there will be more supplies. Bags of flour, bundles of vegetables, salted fish, pieces of cheese, all lying in the transport cart for you to use, and there are also living cattle, sheep and horses, in groups. As long as you can catch them that have been dispersed, it will be your property.

There are also some personal belongings on the deceased, such as military pay that they have just received, and jewelry that they have not had time to spend, as well as some scattered kettles, axes, knives, etc., which can be collected as spoils.

Except for the supplies directly from the enemy's logistics forces, the rest of the things can be held by the soldiers who cleaned the battlefield. This is the main reason why the soldiers are willing to follow the general to fight.

But if the number of enemies killed is too large, for example, it is twenty or thirty times higher than the remaining troops on our side... Then cleaning the battlefield is another matter.

——I can’t hold it, I can’t hold it at all.

The more than 5,000 people who turned against Ella, the more than 5,000 people brought by the Duke of Aquitaine, and the army of 10,000 people in total were not spared and all died. The number of casualties usually only occurred in a battle of 200,000 or 300,000 people, and the victorious side often gets many prisoners of war as laborers.

There was no prisoner of war.

There are less than five hundred people who can use Ella's hands.

She took the 500 people to clean for three days, and her waist was so tired that she felt ache, but she still couldn't handle the battlefield well. Looking at the increasingly smelly corpses, Ella had no choice but to requisition the villagers from several nearby villages and asked them to help clean up the battlefield.

At this moment, these requisitioned villagers were digging large pits on the ground for burying their bodies.

"Why do we do this kind of work here?" A villager complained while waving a shovel, "It's okay to collect spoils two days ago, but I've made a lot of money. But these corpses are not my relatives, so why did I bury them? The farm work in my fields hasn't been done yet."

"I heard it was to prevent the Black Death." Another villager buried his head in the pit next to him. "The Swedish king said that if these bodies were not properly disposed of, the Black Death might spread in nearby villages."

"She is so kind? Look at the number of these corpses!" cried the previous villager, "This is an entire army, from top to bottom, she killed them all! Besides her, have you ever heard of such a cruel lord?"

"Shut up!" The village chief who was also working raised his head and cursed, "You don't want to live, but there are people in the village who want to live. She heard it and might slaughter our village with one order!"

Ella walked past the group of farmers who were working, with Alfred and Amy.

"I feel that my reputation has become much worse recently. Last time I saw a child coming to deliver food to his father, I went over and said hello, and his face turned pale, threw the rice basket, and ran away when I cried. And those babies in the cradles, I seemed to hear their parents scolding him several times, saying, "If you cry, the King of Sweden will come and capture you..."

"After all, to others, these soldiers were indeed killed by you, the Swedish king." Alfred said, "I seem to have heard someone give you nicknames, "Man Slaughter."

"What does this nickname mean! Do I look like such a vicious person?"

"Actually, your reputation has always been quite fierce, shield girl, berserker, triumphal, dragon..."

"Too much! Too much! I want to show my kind side and clarify the wrong perceptions of these villagers about me!"

As he said that, Ella turned around and shouted to everyone who had been working hard:

"Thank you all these days! Add some fuel, finish your work today, and I will treat each of you to eat big fish and meat tonight!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as these words were said, all the villagers' faces showed fear. The village chief knelt on the ground first, shouted "Sir, please spare my life", and kowtowed on the ground. The villagers behind him reacted and all knelt on the ground like the village chief, knocking their heads even louder than thunder:

"Sir, please spare me!"

"I'm the only laborer left in my family. My wife is still lying in bed sick and waiting for me to go back and take care of her!"

"Sir, you can do anything you want. I am very strong and can do a lot of work. If I let me fight, I will definitely rush to the forefront. I just want you not to kill me, please!"

"Sir, I shouldn't say bad things about you. You have a lot of them. Please treat me as a fart and let it go!"

The children's crying sounded in the crowd: "Dad, Dad, I'm so scared!"

Then there was his father's angry scolding: "Don't cry there, kneel down and kowtow!"

"What's going on?" Ella looked at Alfred and Amy beside her with confusion, "Didn't I just talk about treating them to a big meal?"

Amy coughed awkwardly, "Your Majesty, they may think that you are treating them to a silenced meal. The last meal before the execution... or something."

"Or I'm afraid you'll poison in the meal," said Alfred. "There are rumors that your favorite thing is to kill people with poison. You pretend to be amiable before killing people, but the poison you put on can even dissolve bones..."

"Slander! This is totally slander!"

Ella stomped her feet on the ground in anger.

"Your Majesty, you'd better leave here as soon as possible." Amy whispered, "You've just stomped your feet, and dozens of people have fainted from scare..."

"King of Sweden! King of Sweden!" Jiber ran towards this side, "A few more lords of Almani rushed over from nearby and said they wanted to see you!"

"Why are there again? In the past three days, I have seen at least thirty 'lords'!"

"There is no way, the Almani Federation is like this." Alfred said, "There are three or four hundred independent princes in the Federation, both large and small. This is not enough to cover the secondary lords who depend on these princes, the secondary lords who depend on these secondary lords, and the knights who own the manors who depend on the secondary lords... Each one is the 'lord master' in the eyes of the peasants."

"I don't want to meet anymore! Just the spit that splashed out when we met and greeted them is enough for me to drink for a day..."

"But they all brought gifts," Gilbet said. "Gold, jewelry, cattle and sheep, honey, spices, velvet...is valuable."
Chapter completed!