Roger said to Muttier with a cold face, "You're done?"

Muttier replied without hesitation: "Yes, sir."

"Call me the commander. Haven't you been by my side all the time? Didn't you hear the order I gave to Danny?"

"Ah? I didn't pay attention. I was just looking at the flag, but I didn't pay attention to what you said, sir."

"I said, from now on, call me the leader. Do you understand my words?"

"Sir, there is something wrong with the order of your last sentence, it should be..."

Roger threw a whip with a "snap" and stared at Muttier fiercely.

The latter was shocked and his tone immediately became soft.

"I understand, understand."

Roger thought, this guy was just an m, and he broke me.

He turned to the messenger and said, "Continue."

The messenger said: "Well, it basically agrees with Lord Muttieri.

"It is said that Leopold II changed his position because he was influenced by his wife Ada.

"Later, Leopold II participated in the Eastern Expedition in order to cleanse his unfair reputation, but he was unlucky and died soon afterwards and did not arrive at the Holy City.

"This time, Madame Aida, with the unfulfilled wish for her husband, summoned the knights and rushed to the holy city with the Duke of Bavaria Welf."

Roger was a little confused: "The Knight you asked you know you?"

The messenger said, "I don't know."

"Then why did he tell you so many secret things?"

"I gave him money."

"Did you give back the money? Your own money?"

"Yes, leader, I think since you said you want to ask clearly, then I should figure out everything and report it to you."

Roger's eyes swayed back and forth between the messenger and Muthier.

He thought, the gap, this is the gap.

He said to the messenger with satisfaction: "Very good, how much money did you spend? Add zero to the back and go down to receive the reward."

Roger was trying to teach Muttier through this.

A sudden noise broke out in front of the position, drawing his attention.

Roger saw a group of people surrounding him on the battlefield, as if quarreling, with his own men and the opponent's cavalry.

Roger reached out his sensitive ears and heard all the swear words, which made him confused.

Then he saw someone draw his sword there, and almost instantly, everyone there drew their weapons.

Roger realized that something was wrong, so he didn't care about Muttier and ran there.

When Roger ran over, he saw an officer under his command stopping the restless soldiers, and an officer on the other side did so.

The situation seemed to be under control, but the weapons drawn by both sides were not taken back.

An officer ran back and reported to Roger: "Sir, no, regiment commander, those guys are too bullying, and the brothers can't help it."

Roger steaded: "Say the point."

"They said that the bandits were killed by them, and the spoils on the battlefield belonged to them, and we cannot move."

Roger is a reasonable person, and he said, "Have you told them that we have also made efforts?"

"I said it, it was just awesome. Those guys said we had lost the battle, and those who ran away had no right to come back and ask for the sharing of the spoils.

"Captain, do you hear what they are saying is human words? Where did we escape? It was them who robbed us of credit..."

Roger stopped his subordinates' indignant nagging. He was not a person who was partial to his beliefs, and he would not make decisions based on his own words.

He rode to the place where the incident happened.

The soldiers on both sides have separated and occupied one side.

Roger shouted, "I am Roger, the leader of the mercenary corps. There is a manager's answer opposite."

He saw a jazz rolling eyes coming out of the other camp.

The man came out and complained: "Do you know the rules?"

There was a clamor behind Roger, and the soldiers beating weapons and shields, splashing out the words of cursing like water.

The opponent fought back without showing any weakness, and the same weapon hit the shield, yelling at what Roger couldn't understand.

But fools know that that won't be a good thing.

Roger suddenly felt like he was in the middle of a thousand ducks screaming.

He raised his right hand and clenched his fist.

The sound behind him disappeared in an instant.

The opposite side was still swearing, but Roger was silent.

Roger could feel the emotions that the soldiers behind him tried their best to suppress.

But he did not put down his hand with his fist, so no one spoke up behind him.

Roger was very satisfied, and this was the discipline he repeatedly emphasized during training.

He just looked at the other person coldly.

He did not retreat, he was just silent.

Roger doesn't know how to speak German.

He knew that most of the cavalrymen from Bavaria and Austria on the opposite side would not understand him.

He knew that whatever he said was redundant.

So he chose to remain silent.

Silence is also a language, a language that everyone can understand.

So fewer people were cursing each other, but they did not stop completely.

The jazz rolled his eyes and turned around and shouted a few times.

There were even fewer people swearing, but the whispers and whispers did not stop. There were still some people who sweared.

He rolled his eyes and ignored him, shouting to Roger, "What do you think?"

Roger actually didn't care about the equipment of these bandits. In his opinion, these were all garbage.

But since it is a negotiation, he cannot give up directly, and he has to get some.

He said: "Two half."

He rolled his eyes and said with a fierce look: "Who are you, how dare you negotiate terms with me?

"When I was chopping people on the battlefield, you were still lying in your mother's arms to feed your breasts.

"Boy, you must know how to respect seniors."

Roger snorted coldly and said, "Can you still want to take it all? Look at my subordinates, are you sure you have this tooth?"

He glanced at Roger behind him. He was still arrogant, but he stepped back and said, "Whoever kills will be killed."

Roger narrowed his eyes, he knew that in this era, this was indeed an unwritten rule.

But these people joined the battle after they defeated the enemy themselves. Everyone knows that more people killed in pursuit than those killed in frontal battles.

He thought that this sloppy eyes clearly meant to take advantage of himself.

But Roger himself didn't care, so he said, "Then follow the rules."

After Roger said that, he turned around and left. He was too lazy to care about these people.

But soon there was another voice of dispute behind him.

Roger suppressed his dissatisfaction and turned around to look.

He saw Zhang Luoyan holding the armor of his fallen cavalry in his hand.

He heard his soldiers asking for it:

"This is our armor, how can you take the armor of our fallen soldiers?"

"We killed everything here, of course the spoils here belong to us. Your leader agreed. You little guy, what a fool."

"But these are our soldiers who died."

"You said yes? I think he is a bandit."

"Look carefully, this armor is the same as ours, he is our soldier."

"So what if it's your soldiers? Your people were killed by bandits, and their equipment was the bandits.

"I killed the bandits, and the bandits' things are mine. Whoever kills the spoils will be? Do you know the rules?"

Roger can do without bandits' equipment.

But if the other party is allowed to take away the armor of his fallen soldiers, then should he, the lord, do you still want to do it? Which soldier will work for him in the future?

It is tolerant, but who is tolerant?
Chapter completed!