Power and Empire Chapter 1315: Stop Killing Order (3)
Over the years of the Falcon Empire, 15,000 cavalry troops from the Central Army of Nakano entered central Normandy. The Falcon Empire issued a killing order, and the massacre of civilians in Normandy was strictly prohibited. The first to express strong dissatisfaction was Expeditionary forces occupying the north,
With a large number of Salander slaves joining the expeditionary army, less than one-fifth of the Salanders in the expeditionary army who really have a sense of fear of the empire. The Eagle Empire didn’t feel the slightest at all. In their violent and hostile thoughts of revenge, everything they have achieved now is won by themselves with blood and bravery. They are Salanders. Not from the Falcon Empire,
is not even an imperial soldier, but under the powerful deterrence of the 15,000 Central Army’s entry into the central region, these Salanders dare not defy for the time being. This is why the Fatty didn’t use the Central Army to join. Because of the eastward movement,
The empire needs a core force that can deter the inner regions of Normandy. Whether the opponent is the Salander Expeditionary Force or the Northern Allied Forces, once it loses control, its destructive power is even far better than the war itself, and the current situation has also proved This point,
In just a few months, more than 10,000 Normans were massacred and hundreds of towns were devastated.
such a brutality index, even the Kujites on the grassland are ashamed,
Once a person falls into some kind of irrational madness, loss of restraint and indulgence, all that is left is brutal animality! In order to thoroughly understand the destruction of the central part, Fatty took a hundred guards and headed north along the line of the Meyati River that was most damaged in the report
The place where has been is shocking, the land is barren, there are bones everywhere, and it is almost impossible to see the traces of living people. Sometimes after riding for a long time, what you see is still taller weeds than people.
When Fatty arrived in Watia, a hub city in the north-central part of the city, it was already three o'clock at night.
At midnight, Vatua looks exceptionally cold and lonely. The lonely moon hangs in the sky. The silver moon shines down and the ruined walls are ruined. The city is like a dead zone. The war has passed for a month, but even in the dark Here, you can still see many traces of war and catastrophe,
The streets will be cleaned up before they are finished. There are broken weapons and flags everywhere. The dead bodies of no people and horses should have been disposed of by the Nakariyo Army who arrived earlier. After the war, there must be a great plague. ,
Fatty has always attached great importance to this aspect. He knew that if the post-war treatment is not done properly, a large-scale plague will become a killer to destroy the entire area. In this era of lack of medical capabilities and lack of health concepts, the plague is almost impossible to stop. Nightmare, all dead bodies will be buried in public cemeteries or burned together. Fatty will not explain to his subordinates what sanitation and disinfection are.
In accordance with the rigid practice of the soldiers, this article is directly included in Article 32 of the Falcon Military Regulations. Whenever and wherever, the dead body must be disposed of and buried. From this point of view, the Falcon Army is instead It has become the most rigorous, most numerous, and most effective scavenger in this era. It is hard for even later historians to imagine that more than a hundred thousand exhausted soldiers need to dig pits and bury them after the war. The corpse is also because of the existence of this military rule. In the unification wars frequently launched by the Falcon Empire,
The large-scale plague caused by the aftereffects of the war was almost counted with five fingers. This is definitely a miracle of this era.
, vaguely, you can see the traces of arrows on the city wall. As for the city, it’s even worse. There are burnt down houses everywhere, empty and black in the dark. When the night wind blows, it emits like A shrill voice like a ghost,
Most of the houses will be destroyed in the looting. The piles of rubble and debris have not been cleaned up, and they have blocked many streets. The fat man feels a little fortunate that there are still some that have not been finished. The destroyed houses, with gloomy lights inside, can actually see very few Normans survived by Su in some black streets,
Although there are very few, most of them are women and children. In the dark night, in the cold wind, they curl up in the dark corners of the street, with the hungry yellowish hues on their faces, or they are turning on the ruins of the houses. What, because it is late at night, the black armor of the cavalry guards is almost completely integrated into the night. Although the sound of horseshoes is there, it seems erratic. From time to time, there are horrified eyes looking over here. When passing a street corner, it happens. And collided with a group of Normandy refugees,
In the black shadows, the guard cavalry's figure shone with a dark luster, and the murderous posture made the Normandy refugees who would be silly on the opposite side immediately panic. "Patrol! Run, patrol! The team is here!" In the dark night, I don’t know who yelled, and suddenly the surrounding area was like a pot fried. From various dark corners, hundreds of refugees ran out,
The fat man violently strangled the marching horse, wondering if he would be frightened at the end, or did not figure out the direction, a little Normandy girl of about four or five years old, holding a piece of moldy long hairy bread, Hit the calf of a fat man riding a horse, and then fell heavily to the ground
"No, Angelissa!" Not far away, a woman screamed sternly and tremblingly. The fat man saw that it was a thin young woman who looked like a skeleton, with a pale face, and was completely frightened. And remorse is full
"Run, Angelissa is out of help!" The women next to me persuaded, and desperately dragged this woman into the dark alley. That should be the little girl's mother
"No, my Angelissa.
. . . . "The woman struggled, but she was still dragged away by her companion
"Am I that scary?" The fat man was a little depressed, his eyes turned to the little girl who was already sitting on the ground, his eyebrows twitched unnaturally, and he coughed embarrassingly and said, "I am not a patrol. I'm just a passing traveler!"
answered him with the little girl’s face like white paper, and the moldy bread that came from her hands, falling from her hands to the ground,
A silent answer is far more embarrassing than a loud answer
"Angelisa!"
At this time, a figure swooped in the direction of the fat man from the dark place next to him,
Unfortunately, two cavalry guards on the flanks rushed up and stopped. The knives were flashing like electricity, and the sound of the tent of Samor's war knives slamming out of the sheath made the surrounding air suddenly become much colder. A little girl can Getting close to your Majesty so easily has already made the guards feel very embarrassed. At that time, it was too messy, and the little girl’s goal was too small. Under the gloom, it is inevitable that there will be criticisms. Now, how is it possible to allow a second "exception"
"Stop and let her come over!" The fat man stopped the guards in a timely manner, otherwise the knife would be enough to split the shadow into two. The moment the guards paused, the shadow moved from the two guards. The cavalry rushed over in the cracks, and it was the mother who was dragged away by her companion just now.
The skinny skeleton-like body, but showing unbelievable courage, she used almost withered hands to block the little girl behind her like a chicken, and looked directly at her without fear. Fatty on the horse
said in a slurred Salander, "Master, please let this kid go, I am also Salander! Even if you think we are dirty, the kid is innocent!"
"Dirty?"
Fatty was shocked immediately, and immediately understood the meaning of this sentence,
It turns out that these were the victims of that war. The Normans plundered more than 100,000 Salander women. Naturally, it is impossible to just sell them. I believe many Salander women, in In the process of looting and transportation, they were all abused.
The fat man's eyes turned to the little girl hiding behind the woman. The Norman curly hair and the typical mixed face shape, everything is self-evident
"You said you are from Salander! What's the proof?" The fat man took a deep breath, and immediately asked no, the woman trembled slightly, she heard the fat man's spoken words in front of her, obviously not Sa Rand, as a high-ranking nobleman, she knew it was a language in the area across the Salander Strait, Vikya
"If you are a Salander, why would you stay here?" The fat man looked at the woman with a hesitant look on her face, his tone was a little cold, his eyes suddenly became sharp, and he looked at him from the moonlight. This brave mother can only see the outline of her cheekbones when she is thin, and she can’t conceal the kind of temperament she should have. She is about long live her age. If she is not hungry, she should be long enough~IndoMTL.com~ The fat man's heart shrank slightly, this woman has a faint red mark on the center of her eyebrows,
This is a kind of flower petal decoration imprint commonly used by aristocratic girls in southern Salander. The fat man has also seen it on the forehead of the street sweeper in the south, although it looks very plain, only small,
Fatty once asked Nilai in private, only to realize that this is a symbol of the status of high-ranking aristocratic women in the South.
The higher the body weight, the deeper and larger the mark of this petal will be.
And the mark on this woman’s forehead is as many as three petals. After all, it’s not comparable to the faintly touch of the street sweeper,
Even if it’s been a long time since I clicked on it again, I can still see the mark left. The identity of this woman as a Salander is no doubt,
The reason why the fat guy still asks like this is because the other person’s demeanor and courage don’t look like an ordinary person at all.
"I am the Parslia priest of the Portaskeg Sky Temple in the south of Salander. My name should be able to be found in the sky church roster."
After struggling in pain for a while, the woman finally said in pain a name that surprised the fat man,
The surname of Pals made the fat man ring his mentor Palschenna. Isn’t the mentor’s family the high-ranking nobles in the southern Potaskeg area?
" It’s not such a coincidence! "Fatty took a breath immediately, (to be continued) [] If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my greatest Power. )