Berserk: The Prophet

"Won?"

"We have wiped out the Vanskerry people!!"

Wow! Yeah!!!

Only then did the militia members belatedly begin to celebrate, some even kneeling on the ground and raising their spears in cheers.

The militia leader finally recovered and dealt with the men. He smiled and looked at the friendly forces emerging from the bushes, but then he realized that it was just a child on horseback. He had only five men under his command, a mere rabble. His expression was clearly one of surprise.

[Victory achieved. Our casualties: 2 city rioters (wounded), 1980 experience points shared by the troops, 2 city rioters can be upgraded, each costing 10 dinars.]

Two of his city thugs tied up the unconscious Vanscare man who was lying on the ground.

"...May I have your name?"

"My name is Green," Green replied calmly from his horse, despite his considerable injuries.

At this moment, the militia members all looked towards the location of the so-called 'reinforcements,' and when they saw that it was just a child and a few street thugs who looked all too familiar, their expressions turned ugly.

"...Thank you all, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to take them down so quickly. My name is Cheko, and I'm the captain of this militia."

The visitor was very humble and did not lack in manners just because Green was a child.

"Nice to meet you."

The two shook hands briefly, allowing their men to plunder the spoils of war.

Cheko couldn't help but scrutinize Green repeatedly. It was truly shameful for adults like them that such a young child could take down an elite member of Vanscare while riding a horse.

............

"Report! The militia suffered 15 dead and 24 wounded in this battle, leaving 41 men available."

"Understood. Send the wounded back to camp first. Take the dead back by horse so that the villagers can identify them. Bury these Vanskellians."

Under Cheko's orderly command, the armor of the Vanskeri men was completely stripped off, enough to sell for a lot of dinars. The Vanskeri men were piled together and thrown into a deep pit. If it weren't for the cold winter, these beasts would have been burned and their bones ground to ashes. They were really lucky to be treated like this.

Meanwhile, Green dismounted and treated the wounds of the two seriously injured city thugs. With the system's abnormal support, as long as they weren't missing any limbs, they would be lively and energetic again after two days.

Furthermore, Green also discovered that as long as the people in his team were not going to cause any trouble, these thugs were all hooligans in the city before, and it was unusual for them to be so obedient to a child. It seemed that there was an invisible force making them absolutely obedient. Moreover, the city thugs' attributes alone were no match for Green. As long as their morale was good, there would be no problems and they would not run away, which was in line with the game's setting.

Green picked out quite a few spoils, and the remaining trinkets were left for them to divide up.

Currently, there are no shield defense skills. Apart from the shields provided by the system that can be infinitely farmed in the Trial Realm, there are no shields that Grimm can actually use because his center of gravity is unstable, and wielding one would not provide any protection.

At Cheko's invitation, Green planned to rest at the militia camp first, and then go to town together in the afternoon to sell the piles of spoils of war.

"I never expected to win with such low casualties. If it weren't for you turning the tide of the battle, the casualties would have been much higher. I never imagined you would have such courage at such a young age."

Along the way, Cheko admired Green's courage. The militia had never achieved such a brilliant record against the Vanskerry people before. They usually had to lose more than half of their men to win, and sometimes they would be wiped out instead.

After all, the militia was mainly composed of eighty militiamen in a unit, with only 20 militiamen crossbowmen among them. Only a small number of patrol cavalrymen and scouts were equipped with chainmail and horses, while the militiamen wore only some soft armor, with very little leather armor. After all, they were just farmers before, and their morale was not high. Often, they would start to desert after half of them died. In such small-scale battles, there was no supervising team. If they lost and fled, they would only get a few dozen lashes and a verbal reprimand. After all, the land still needed people to cultivate it. The Mount & Blade world was known for its sparse population. Every time they went to burn a village, there were only about fifty to seventy or eighty people in the village, including the peasant women.

"It's nothing, they won on their own. I just helped them unleash their full potential," Green said modestly, after all, people always need a little external help to muster their courage.

Chekhov couldn't help but take another look at the child in front of him. At such a young age, he could speak so humbly and reasonably. He was sure to achieve great things in the future.

After returning to the militia camp and reorganizing, the military medical practitioners summoned from the village also began to work busily. The mortality rate of the 15 men was much lower than usual, and the wounded could return to the battlefield after a period of rest. It was truly an incredible victory.

"Thank God, it is the goddess of justice, Astalia, who is protecting us." The leading medic, after treating each seriously wounded soldier, bowed his head in prayer.

"How's it going?"

"My lord, I estimate that these soldiers will recover without any major impact. They didn't suffer any fatal injuries, and we have just enough medicine. No one should die. Thank you, Goddess Astalia, justice is with us!"

“That’s truly a blessing from the goddess! Justice is with us!” Cheko placed his right hand on his left chest and bowed his head in prayer.

"Hehe, who is this?" the old man asked the boy beside Cheko with a peaceful expression.

"If I'm not mistaken, he should be the boy that's been talked about in Barkley City, Green, the kid who captured the leader of the Vanscaree War all by himself."

"I guessed right, didn't I, Green?" Cheko looked at the boy who had just dismounted beside him with admiration. The boy was only a little taller than his own waist and was quite strong.

"What an amazing young hero! You've fulfilled the dreams of so many Barkley kids, Green."

"Haha, he's not as powerful as the rumors say. I only managed to catch him when he was injured!"

"That's quite remarkable. May the goddess of justice, Astalia, protect you." The old man's eyes showed more appreciation, and he bowed respectfully.

"May the goddess be with you." Green followed suit, bowing his head, closing his eyes, and offering a devout salute.

In Barkley, mentioning the goddess of justice Astalia and praying for her is the highest form of etiquette and blessing among equals, second only to kneeling and swearing an oath to the king.

The three then went into Chekhov's tent to drink some goat's milk. In the common people's diet, cow's milk and goat's milk were common ready-made drinks. Although they tasted a bit fishy, ​​they were already a rare source of nutrition.

After all, there was no aseptic processing technology for milk in that era, so it was all drunk raw. It was good enough to have something to drink, so who cared about whether it tasted good or not?

After a brief chat about various things, the soldiers outside had finished tidying up and started cooking. The three of them finished the milk in their cups to quench their thirst and then came out of the tent to prepare for their meal.

The pot contained black bread, some dried meat, smoked fish, and stewed wild vegetables. There was also some cheese on the side. Each person served themselves a bowl and prepared to eat.

Although cooking the black bread like this is much better than eating it dry, it still feels a bit harsh on the throat when you drink it. It's much better with the soup. Since Barkley produces salt, the amount of salt used here isn't too stingy. In short, it's much better than Midland, which is all grassland and hills. After all, the central area is in the inland capital, Windam, where salt is always very expensive.