The Lord Of Blood Hill

Chapter 617: Building Reputation Costs Money Too

Is Henwell preparing to take the chance to slaughter the remnants of both sides?Of course not. This battle carries enormous weight, and so many people are present.

If he really does that, how ugly would it look in front of the rest of the world?

Henwell turns his head, looks at everyone's wary eyes, and curls his lip. "What? You think I am taking the chance to kill people?"

"Relax."

"I do not have that kind of free time. My officers have all received field medical training. They are better trained than many military doctors in your armies."

"If I do not send people to treat the wounded, many of them probably will not live to see tomorrow's sun."

"After all, every one of them is a living life. I am famous for my kindness. I cannot bear to watch lives fall."

Everyone treats that last sentence as Henwell spouting nonsense.

Still, Henwell's move does draw quite a bit of attention.

Especially from the princes, who are all shrewd.

They immediately realize that this is a good opportunity, a chance to spread their own reputations.

A prince sees wounded soldiers howling on the battlefield. Although they are soldiers from another country, his kindness and justice will not allow him to ignore life.

So he sends out his own guards to treat the wounded as much as possible and save lives swallowed by war.

How wonderful that sounds.

Prince Kullen coughs lightly. "I am the same as Henwell. We are both kindhearted people. I will have my personal guards go save people as well."

Prince Naiden of Billie raises his head and says, "Protecting life and saving life is part of chivalry, and it is also what nobles should do. My people have already gone."

Utterly shameless.

Only after he says this does the captain of the guard beside him run downstairs.

Anthony, Vorry's second prince, is the slowest. After thinking for a long while, he says, "Me too!"

After that, the two knight commanders from the Western Regions look at each other and immediately understand what the other means.

Tobias, commander of the Imperial Knights, nods. "As mediator between both sides, I am supposed to stop this war."

"This meaningless war should be over now, and more of those poor soldiers should live to return home."

After saying that, the adjutant beside him turns and goes downstairs.

Beside him, Beirus, commander of the Church Knights, sighs. "Ah. God loves all people. I will arrange for people to go down and treat the wounded as much as possible."

"Henwell is a Paladin of the Church. At a time like this, you can put aside previous hatred and resentment to save life."

"That gives me great comfort."

"I will report this matter to the Church and strive to obtain the Great Cross Star of Mercy Medal for you."

"I will have the Church Knights go as well. We cannot let you alone proclaim God's greatness and mercy."

"They may not be able to save many people, but at least they can give those dying men a chance to pray, repent, and let their souls return to Heaven."

Well.

This one is even more shameless.

The corner of Henwell's mouth twitches, but he has nothing to say in response.

Henwell's main goal is to let these academy officers of his personally experience a bloody battlefield.

More important, they need proper practice in emergency field treatment.

A chance to practice on tens of thousands of wounded soldiers does not come often.

If a wounded man dies under treatment, Henwell does not have to pay compensation. They can only blame the enemy for being too brutal.

If they save someone, the benefits are many.

On the one hand, his officers gain emergency field treatment experience.

On the other hand, Peace Haven earns a good reputation.

As long as reputation is managed well, its effect is no weaker than a battlefield victory.

The sight of nearly twenty thousand cavalry entering the battlefield frightens both armies.

After learning that they are there to treat the wounded, both sides express cooperation.

After all, Peace Haven has the most people present, but several factions are also here.

Only when the Imperial Knights and Church Knights from the Western Regions are also on the field do both sides feel at ease.

Compared with the other factions coming in to build reputation, Peace Haven's side performs professionally.

Every knight carries two medical kits. They move in teams of four and begin treating the wounded.

At least one person in each team of four has field treatment experience. Even so, they are flustered at the beginning.

When they see arterial wounds spraying blood, they spend great effort and even use fighting spirit before barely saving the wounded men's lives.

The overnight treatment continues until morning. One kilometer in front of the observation tower, tents also begin to be set up.

The wounded are temporarily placed here. For ease of treatment, they are divided into only three categories: light wounds, serious wounds, and near death.

So on the camp beds, neighboring wounded soldiers have a high chance of being enemies.

If a man is lucky, the wounded soldier beside him might even be the person who cut him down.

At noon the next day, Henwell looks at the representatives inside the observation tower. "I did not bring enough medicine. I need supplies transferred here from Peace Haven immediately."

"Some of the wounded are in bad condition and still need further treatment from the trained doctors in my territory."

"So a convoy will enter this region over the next two days."

"Fortunately, this place is not far from the area I control. It can arrive in two days. Otherwise, more wounded soldiers will die."

Prince Kullen of Ika nods lightly. "Then hurry and do it."

"We will jointly guarantee you. Your convoy can pass through the areas controlled by both sides."

"No one can attack your convoy. If they do, they are provoking us. We can guarantee that."

Henwell sneers. "I need you to guarantee me? Whoever dares attack my medical convoy, I will hit them."

"When they were in good condition, I might have had some reservations. Now both sides have beaten each other bloody. Why would I be afraid of them?"

Prince Naiden of Billie frowns. "Then why are you still standing here? Hurry and send word to your convoy."

Henwell glares at him. "Money. Who is paying me?"

Anthony, Vorry's second prince, looks blank. "What money?"

"The money for treating the wounded."

"Aren't those wounded soldiers from Lumir and Ogiro? Why are you asking us for money?"

Prince Kullen follows up. "Henwell, how can you be like this? You are doing a good deed. How can you ask for money?"

Henwell rolls his eyes. "Fine. Then I will loudly publicize this matter. I spent money saving people, while all of you stood there and watched."

Prince Kullen says, "Tsk. Henwell, that is not right. What do you mean I only stood there and watched? I helped set up tents last night."

Henwell says with disgust, "Those were my tents."

"Just tell me whether I put in the effort to set them up."

"Oh, so now you are playing rogue with me. I will have someone write a script about you later and properly make fun of you."

In the end, Henwell extorts tens of thousands of gold coins from each of the four sides before he lets the matter go.

What a joke.

They want to build reputation without paying money. How can that be allowed?

A few days later, the casualty statistics for the battle come out.

Lumir has nearly twenty thousand dead. Ogiro has more than thirty thousand dead, including a portion of wounded soldiers who failed to survive.

Including the wounded in the neutral wounded soldiers' camp, the two sides have nearly fifty thousand wounded, light and serious combined.

In one battle, nearly half of both sides' forces are gone.

This shows how desperately both sides fought in this war of national fate.

There are still small-scale battles afterward, but Lumir wins more than it loses.

Ogiro can no longer maintain its current defensive region. Next, they will have to sit down at the negotiation table.

The negotiation site is the observation tower, since representatives from every side are present as witnesses.