On the way back, some of the mounted soldiers let their warhorses strut about. There were plenty of loot packed onto the warhorses.
The mercenaries were clearly in high spirits. However, Chen Xiaolian did not felt that way.
He had set off with 100 men. Now, he was left with less than half.
“You will have new subordinates,” Merlin consoled Chen Xiaolian. “I think you are qualified for the role of a 100-man captain. I will tell King William about it.”
Chen Xiaolian glanced back at the prisoners who were being dragged. Those fellows had their hands tied up and they formed what appeared like sugar-coated haws as they were pulled forward.
From time to time, the mercenaries would swagger up to them and deliver a few kicks at them.
None of the surrounding men did anything to stop those actions. Some of the Norman soldiers even laughed aloud.
