Roger said with a serious look on his face: "I remember you said that the river flows here is full of blood."

But Rugero started to smile again, as if the seriousness on his face just now was just an illusion, he said:

"Have I ever said such literary words? It doesn't feel like my style."

Roger asked with confusion: "Is there no other way to resolve the conflict between people except bleeding?"

Rugero said indifferently: "I generally disdain to answer such profound questions.

"Anyway, it's either the enemy bleeds or we bleeds. When the blood flows dry, the problem will be gone."

Roger thought, how could the blood flow so easily? It was still bleeding here 1,000 years later.

In my past memory, I seemed to have heard reports such as "a civil war broke out in Syria and the thousand-year-old city of Aleppo was destroyed" in the news, and it mixed with weather forecasts such as "there will be strong cold air going south tomorrow", which did not attract much attention at that time.

But now, after a real bloody battle, Roger has a deeper understanding of this land and the people here.

He looked at Rugero and said, "You have a clear understanding of this land, you are a qualified regent."

Rugero laughed and said, "Is this a compliment to me? I'm not used to accepting a compliment from a man. Maybe I could find a dress for you to wear, which is a really good idea..."

Roger suddenly stood up from the ground, and he had already walked out of the moment of confusion after the fierce battle.

He said, "I changed my mind, you're a bastard, a total bastard."

......

On the way back to Antioch after the war, after camping that night, there were endless quarrels in the tent.

The warrior who had good things wanted to get close to the tent to find out what was going on.

But he was driven away by the guards on duty: "Go away, the adults are discussing things, why are you joining in the fun?"

"Why do I sound like it's going to fight inside?"

"You, a civilian, need to be in charge of the affairs of the nobles? Let's go away."

In the tent, Rugero yelled: "Roger, don't go too far!

"The spoils should be distributed evenly. How can you do this? You have to take away all 1,000 intact horses as soon as you open your mouth?"

Roger said bluntly: "Since so many war horses of the enemy, what's the point of taking you a few horses?"

Rugero gestured with big arms and said, "Are these horses? This is all!"

Roger calculated with his fingers: "Why are there all? The enemy has nearly 4,000 horses left. I only asked for 1,000 horses, and the remaining 3,000 horses are given to you. You said I was too much, I think you were too much!"

Rugeroxu pointed out of the tent and said, "What are those 3,000 horses? They are either dead or lame.

"There are 1,000 horses in total, and you have to take them all."

He moved his finger back and pointed at Roger's nose and said, "You touch your conscience and ask, is it reasonable to distribute the spoils like this?"

Roger lightly patted Rugero's fingers: "Will those war horses that have lame legs and crutches recover after raising them for a while?

"In terms of quantity, what you have is big, don't be cheap and behave well.

"If I hadn't been in a hurry to go to Jerusalem, I wouldn't have agreed to share with you like this."

Baldwin on the side couldn't stand it anymore: "At the point, this war horse that had lame legs and feet crutched may not be able to recover. Maybe it will not be able to go to the battlefield in the future, so it can only be used as a horse puller."

Rugero received support and he became louder:

"You didn't fight alone. We all worked hard. Why do you want to take away the best one alone?"

Roger straightened his arm and swept everyone with his index finger as if he was turning on a machine gun and said:

"Is that the same? One of you is here to ask others to send troops to clear the way home, and the other is to rob the agricultural tax in your fiefdom.

"Where is me? This battle has nothing to do with me. I am just kind enough to help.

"You don't thank me well, and you still have to worry about such a spoil with me. Don't you feel ashamed?

"I tell you, I know the price of the mercenary group on the market. If you count it carefully, I've gotten a pretty small amount."

Rugero spat on the ground with a "pah" and said:

"Do you think I'm a fool? My subordinates hired a group of Turkic archers and a group of crusade veterans. Do you think I don't know the market?"

Roger raised his head and said, "We Sicilian Normans are the only price! By the way, I have to give it to me all the saddles."

Rugero was confused by Roger's jumping style of speaking, and he unconsciously followed Roger's words:

"Everyone wants it? That's nearly 4,000 saddles.

"What do you want 4,000 saddles for 1,000 horses?"

Roger looked at Rugero with his eyes slanted, looking at Rugero like a rich man looking at the poor and said:

"Whoever is like you, we use a saddle every day, and we use it in exchange for it.

"Use this today, use that tomorrow, ride one under your butt, hold one in your hand..."

Rugero was furious: "Who is using a saddle like this?"

Roger said with peace of mind: "I'm happy. This is what I deserve. I can use it whatever I want.

"Besides, it's useless for you to have a saddle. Your horses are either dead or lame..."

Rugero's face turned red with anger, and he yelled: "My horse is dead and lame! My horse is dead and lame! You snatch all the good horses and tell me this!"

Roger slapped the table with a "slap" and shouted in a louder voice than Rugero:

"I'm dead!

"I died 20 cavalrymen and injured 30. Shouldn't these sacrifices be compensated?!"

Rugero raised his voice and pressed Roger down and said:

"You are dead? Who is dead?"

He turned his head and looked at Baldwin and asked, "How many of your Edessa cavalry have died?"

Baldwin replied in a depressing manner: "8."

Rugero asked Gillard again: "How many knights died in your hospital?"

Gillard said with a calm face: "6."

Rugero pounded his chest and said heartbrokenly:

"Do you know how many of my men died?

“I have more people who die than you add up.

"According to your tactics alone, my troops, as bait, led the Turks into the Gobi Desert, I dropped 30 bodies and 30 bodies!

"Later, when charging, they died in the rain of arrows, when chasing, they fell off their horses, and when they fought with the enemy, they died in battle.

"All of them all, I died in total 100, 100!"

Joselin sighed and said, "Where is no immortal in war?"

Baldwin nodded and said, "The enemy's troops are four times more powerful than us, but we almost wiped out them all."

"To be honest, compared with this battle, our war losses are not much."

Rugero still said with a sad face as if his parents had died:

"100, 100, are all good brothers who usually drink and eat meat together."

Roger said dissatisfiedly: "You mean there is something wrong with my tactics?

"You ask yourself, if I hadn't used my tactics, would you have won this big victory?

"By the way, I forgot if you don't remind me. The credit for formulating tactics is mine, and I have to be counted as spoils for me."

Rugero said with red eyes: "You still want spoils! What spoils are there? You have to steal all the good things!"

Roger touched his beard and said, "The food in the Turkic camp..."

Rugero jumped up suddenly, his head hitting the roof of the tent, and he roared like a furious chimpanzee:

"That's my farm tax! My farm tax!"

Roger was as calm as a senior lawyer, he said:

"That is seized. Anything that comes from the enemy is seized."

Rugero went crazy, he slapped his chest like a diamond and roared:

"Don't even think about it! Those foods are mine, mine! If anyone dares to touch a pill, I will fight him to the death!"

Roger looked at Rugero like a clown, and he said coldly:

"Who are you scaring? You think I'm afraid of you!

"Come on, believe it or not, I'll wipe out all your teeth, so that you can only drink a bowl of bean porridge in your life."

Rugero roared: "Come on, beat me! I'm afraid you and I'm your grandson!"

Roger raised his chest and looked down on the other party: "You were my grandson!"

Gillard started a peacemaker by the side: "Okay, okay, everyone will calm down. They are all Christians. The Lord said that they are all brothers who cannot meet each other."
To be continued...