Chapter 528: The Battle Ends, Complicated Post-War Processing, and Unbalanced Productivity

Bang!

The heavy crossbow in Weier's hands jolted, and a heavy crossbow bolt as thick as a finger shot out instantly.

Even though Weier did not really know how to use this weapon, at such a close distance, relying on a swordsman's feel for weapons, he still accurately hit the target.

Just as the two defeated soldiers had feared, the tall soldier flew backward, crashing directly into the inner wall of the church; his armor was as good as nothing, and the crossbow bolt pierced straight through his chest.

The massive impact even caused the soldier to go into shock and lose consciousness, and with his chest pierced through by the bolt, there was little chance of him surviving.

"Ah! Ah—"

The defeated soldier Squad Leader nearby did not want to just wait for death; he shouted, brandishing his weapon as he charged toward Weier, but the surrounding warriors swarmed him, pushing with their shields, and steel Soldier Changjian constantly reached over the shields surrounding him, striking at his body and head one after another.

His metal helmet was soon knocked off, his face became unrecognizable, and because of the crowding, the weapon in the defeated soldier Squad Leader's hand did not land a single strike.

In a daze, the man forcibly threw the sword in his hand in the general direction of Weier, but Jier gauged the angle and reached out, skillfully gripping the hilt of the thrown sword in front of Weier.

Jier said nothing more, just watching as this, presumably the last defeated soldier in the village, had his skull smashed by the warriors' swords and died completely.

"Alright, the battle is finally over. Lads, we have won!"

Jier took off his helmet, waved his fist, and shouted loudly.

Many warriors were still eager for more; even though they were at a numerical disadvantage, they had followed Knight Jier's plan to fight, and without having gone through many intense battles, the entire village's enemies had been defeated by them?

"We won?"

"We won? Just like that?"

"So it turns out that although the enemies had some skills, they were only so-so!"

Some warriors smacked their lips, clenched their fists tightly, then relaxed them, and clenched them again, looking around; a sense of unreality welled up.

All the way to Changmai Cunzi, they had been preparing for a bitter battle, not just physically, but mentally as well.

But no one had expected that in just one morning, before it was even noon, the enemy soldier gang that had occupied Changmai Cunzi and outnumbered them would be dealt with by them in just a few moves?

During the process, only a few people were injured, and one person was accidentally shot dead by the enemy.

Seeing many warriors lost in confusion, Jier hurriedly clapped his hands to attract their attention and said loudly: "Don't just stand there. Although the enemies have been wiped out, this is only a small portion of their total number. Hmph, as far as I know, the total number of enemies is around one hundred and twenty, while here in Changmai Cunzi there were only thirty-some. More enemies are entrenched near the Mine in the southern mountains, oppressing and enslaving the villagers of Changmai Cunzi to dig for them. More arduous battles are still waiting for us in the future, and those villagers need us to rescue them as soon as possible."

"So, get moving now; there is still a lot of work for you to do. Get moving, listen to my orders. Aoni, you and I will take five warriors, from north to south, from west to east, from the wall to the village, to collect the enemies' corpses and weapons and equipment, and identify and confirm who killed each enemy, as well as the contribution each person made in the battle. These things must all be recorded one by one; this is for calculating the money!"

Upon hearing about money, these warriors remembered that they were no longer members of a Refugee Team, but subordinates hired by Knight Jier; they fought for Knight Jier, and Knight Jier paid them rewards and remuneration.

"Besides that, Weier, go find Priest Bata'er. Try to collect all useful things from the places the enemies occupied in the village before dark, including the wealth the enemies looted in the village, the personal belongings and luggage of the enemy soldiers, and the remaining usable supplies in the village. Also, tell the Priest to be careful: the food already prepared in the kitchen at the enemy's northern Jiedian must all be thrown away; it is all poisoned and cannot be eaten."

"The rest of you, borrow axes from each other and go out to chop wood. Try to get more timber back before dark; these enemy corpses need to be gathered and burned as soon as possible. We need a large amount of firewood; prepare plenty, and have the drivers outside the village assist you with their wagons."

"Also, move our Yingdi into the village; let's put it in the open space next to the Church!"

"Get moving, quickly!"

With a roar from Jier, everyone scrambled to move. Aoni called a few sharp warriors and walked toward Jier. Weier went first to find Priest Bata'er, who had not come to the Church, preparing to have the Priest find people to assist with their work; if he called for people himself, he probably wouldn't be able to get the others in the team to move.

As for the warriors who had axes or could borrow them, they watched the others collect the spoils of war with reluctance, while they themselves had to go out to chop wood; they moved slowly, feeling that compared to fighting, chopping wood was truly too boring.

"Those going to chop wood! Move faster. Believe it or not, at night near Changmai Cunzi, there are very fierce Tiger-headed Eagles that come out. At night, if you don't carry a Torch, people will silently disappear in the fields and wilderness outside the village; that is being swooped down upon from the air by the Tiger-headed Eagles, snatched away, and eaten!"

The warriors wore expressions of 'don't lie to me.' Although they didn't quite believe this obviously fake-sounding story from Knight Jier, they still subconsciously quickened their pace, pushing and shoving as they took axes to borrow wagons from the drivers to chop wood.

Jier also picked up the heavy crossbow Weier had handed him before leaving, holding it and examining it.

This was a semi-new weapon, not small in size, half a person tall, and not light in weight, but it was still a weight that could be held with both hands; it wasn't excessively heavy.

The bow limbs were made of sturdy and resilient wood, and somehow, the whole thing was wrapped in a layer of fascia from an unknown animal. The connection between the bow limbs and the bow body was riveted together with large rivets, making it very solid.

Jier pulled the bowstring; for this bowstring, which originally required the use of leg strength to cock, Jier only used a little force to hook it onto the hook at the back of the bow body.

There was still one heavy crossbow bolt that Weier hadn't used, so Jier loaded it, raised it slightly to aim, the target naturally being the defeated soldier hanging on the church wall ahead.

That man might have been dead, or he might not have been, but it didn't matter. Jier didn't quite understand how the simple metal aiming device on the front of this heavy crossbow was used; he just used the crossbow bolt itself as an aiming pointer, lining up the tail and head of the bolt in a straight line, flying in a near-straight line at close range.

So Jier aimed slightly at the enemy's head and pulled the trigger mechanism at the bottom. With a bang, Jier's arm was very steady, not shaking at all, and the bolt hit the enemy's head squarely, blowing the enemy soldier's head apart entirely.

"Ho! The power is not bad!"

Jier didn't have much use for this thing himself, because the power of him throwing a Throwing Spear empty-handed was not much different from the bolt shot by this heavy crossbow, and it was even more flexible; he could control the center of gravity and rotation of the Throwing Spear to make the thrown spear hit the target he wanted to hit in various ways.

But this heavy crossbow couldn't do that; it had to be used honestly according to the rules of its own design.

"It's not bad, though; it counts as a supplement to one's weapons."

Hanging the heavy crossbow on his body with its own Rope, Jier waved to Aoni and the others waiting on the side: "The collection of enemy soldier spoils starts from the Nongshen Church!"

Aoni and the others looked at each other, then shrugged, stepped forward, and first dragged a corpse with a blurred face and head to the outside of the church. Of course, they opened the church door from the inside and placed it directly in the open space outside the church.

Afterward, they struggled to pull the enemy soldier's corpse off the church wall, not caring about the bloody mess on the enemy, and after stripping off the enemy's weapons and equipment, they threw them to the side to pile up.

"This enemy was shot dead by Weier with the heavy crossbow; the credit goes to him." Jier took out paper and pen from somewhere and began writing something on the paper. At the same time, he used the enemy's Dagger to cut a numbered mark on the stripped, headless corpse of the enemy.

This simple numbered mark represented Weier; as long as it was an enemy killed by Weier, Jier would leave this on them.

He naturally also recorded on the paper who this numbered mark represented; as long as they did a count before burning the corpses at the end, and everyone confirmed and recorded it, there would be no issues regarding military merit.

"And this enemy, his equipment is really not bad; a full set of heavy Armor with dense Metal Armor Plates, but the Helmet is no good, it has no fixed lock, and once the helmet is knocked off, it's all over. This person counts as being killed by everyone present at the time; hmm, let's leave this mark, it represents all the warriors except the archers."

After Jier finished, he watched Aoni and the others strip the defeated soldier Squad Leader, then used a Dagger to leave another mark on the corpse's chest, while recording on the paper that this enemy's spoils belonged to everyone, and specifically noted that the mark on this corpse represented those warriors.

After Jier finished, he saw Aoni and the others standing there doing nothing and immediately drove them: "What are you all standing there for? Follow me, there are plenty more corpses! Including inside the church, do you really think there were only the two enemies killed just now? Haha, I actually already killed two enemies last night. And their state at the time was quite interesting."

Leading a few people, Jier opened the tool room, then arrived at the Secret Chamber inside the tool room. With the help of the white light emitted by the Hunting Sword, the group found the two naked soldier corpses that had been dead in the Secret Chamber for a night.

Their weapons and equipment were neatly placed at the entrance of the Secret Chamber. Seeing all this, the few warriors didn't know what to say.

"Don't look at me, I have no interest in doing such useless things. At the time, I didn't expect that in this Secret Chamber where Priest Bata'er was hiding, there would actually be two enemy soldiers doing this kind of thing. Hey, this kind of thing doesn't often appear in the stories of Bards, right? If it can appear, it means there is always a prototype for the story, don't you think?"

The warriors shrugged; two people carried a corpse, while Aoni and Jier picked up the weapons and equipment left by the enemies, and transported both the corpses and the gear to the open space outside the main entrance of the Church.

By this time, Priest Bata'er had already taken Weier and the remaining few warriors who had nothing to do, cleaning up the church hall that had been messed up by the enemies, while treating the injured warriors of their own side who had been found.

Even under the Priest's arrangement, the archers had brought over the rescued female Villagers.

Most of the rescued Villagers were physically weak. At this time, the Priest took out some food found here at the Church, distributed some to them to eat, and then let them sleep on the original wooden benches in the hall that had been tidied up and were not yet broken.

Originally, the Priest wanted to let them sleep in the enemy soldiers' sleeping bags found in the next room, but these sleeping bags were full of the bloody, sour stench of the enemy soldiers. These women never wanted to come into contact with this smell again in their lives, and they absolutely refused to touch these soldiers' sleeping bags at all.

There was no other way; the original wooden benches of the Nongshen Church made them feel more at ease, even though the entire church hall had been turned into a mess by the defeated soldiers over these days, and even the Agricultural God Statue in the center of the hall wall had been moved somewhere by the enemies, a matter that made Priest Bata'er even more anxious and angry.

"Warrior Jier! I need your help here. The arrow wound on this Warrior needs to be treated; the embedded Arrow must be pulled out. I promised him you would come to help handle the Arrow, so come and lend a hand!"

Bata'er Jiaoshi called out to Jier, who was passing by. Jier scratched his head; there was no other way, so he first had Aoni and the others transport the corpses and equipment outside the Church, then went to find the enemy Heavy Crossbowman who had fallen from the Church Bell Tower earlier, as well as his Dwarf Soldier Spear.

After arranging this, Jier was pushed by Bata'er Jiaoshi to the side of the injured Warrior who needed the Arrow removed.

"Not much luck today, getting injured; not only did you fail to secure a victory, but you also won't be able to fight for a while," Jier patted the Warrior's shoulder and joked with a grin.

The Warrior also grinned, though the act of smiling made him twitch as it pulled at his wound, but he replied gratefully: "That is precisely not the case, Knight. I heard about what happened to the Shield-bearer Liweide, so the fact that I can still smile now means the Goddess of Luck has already favored me."

Bata'er Jiaoshi could not stand these Warriors mentioning other deities, so he urged: "Start quickly. I want to perform some preliminary treatment on these Warriors' wounds as soon as possible, have a carriage carry them back to Lanse-Qingting Cunzi, and let them receive further treatment and recuperation there. Once the injuries are stable, take some of the villagers from Lanse-Qingting Cunzi and return to Changmai Cunzi to at least tidy this place up a bit. Otherwise, when we rescue the villagers and return here with hundreds of people, it will still be a mess, and that won't do."

Jier praised: "Priest, you are far more capable in handling matters now than when I first met you. That is what I intended as well; let's do as you say. Some of the supplies loaded on the convoy can also be unloaded here first, which can free up more vehicles to provide logistical support in terms of transport capacity for rescuing the villagers and defeating the enemy in the future."

Before treating the wounds on the body, a small fire was started in the Church. Jier passed the Dagger over the flames. Although this other world seems backward, the people here actually already know about tiny things like bacteria and microorganisms. Thanks to supernatural power, the people here possess an extremely uneven appearance in productivity and world cognition.

On one hand, through the various stories sung by Bards, even people in remote areas know much knowledge and insight they should not know given their location and productivity, such as the world being a planet, the planet orbiting the sun, and people being able to live on the ground because of the planet's gravity, etc. But on the other hand, while some people here use extremely high productivity and production methods, most people have always followed ancient production and living methods. For example, Craftsmen still use handed-down techniques for forging, but the Priests of the God of Crafts can use Divine Power to magically perform advanced spatial multi-degree-of-freedom additive manufacturing to create tools.

They know that seemingly clean water contains countless tiny lives and that cutting tools must be cleaned before treating wounds, but Jier did not think a bottle of alcohol for disinfection could be found within several hundred kilometers.

With this grumbling and helplessness, Jier used the Dagger to slice open the flesh and the Arrow that had been forcibly healed together. With the help of people around forcibly holding the Warrior down, Jier cut through the skin and flesh in a few strokes, snapped the Arrow, and had the Arrow removed from the flesh.

Subsequently, the already prepared Bata'er Jiaoshi pressed his hands, full of the Divine Power of the God of Agriculture, onto the injured Warrior's wound.

The wound healed rapidly, visible to the naked eye.

Jier watched this scene intently, secretly marveling in his heart that for modern technology to achieve this step, it would require the development of nano or cellular-molecular level medical technology, which, in the twenty-first century before he transmigrated, was still content found in science fiction works.

The productivity and reality of this other world still made Jier extremely unaccustomed, yet he had no choice but to adapt.

Look around; a religious site, still a mess after a battle, covered in blood and brains everywhere, yet it is currently undergoing molecular-level advanced medical treatment.

Shaking his head, Jier prepared to treat the next Warrior's arrow wound.

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