Power and Empire Chapter 1270: Extermination

On the lonely cold night, moonlight pouring down like water, under the strong crush of the seven thousand falconry soldiers that suddenly struck, the Black Forest coalition forces, which were sinking in the joy of victory, were completely shattered. Unable to organize a resistance," Damn! Flee for your life." The hard camp was in chaos, and the tragic screams followed the roar of the horses, forming a terrifying scene like **** in the night. The patriarchs of the various tribes holding the wine glasses looked dull Looking at the soldiers running around in the distance of the tent, "Asshole, what's going on outside?" The punk patriarch Punk Pasteur, who was already very drunk, stood angrily and raised his head. He thought it was the soldiers outside the tent who were drunk and making trouble. This kind of thing is very common in the army. "Come here, immediately arrest all the troublemakers! Also, don't let them burn the tent!" "These bastards, just drink too much, it’s really not easy to worry about." The drunk clan chief, holding a wine glass, swayed towards the tents. There were running people everywhere, and the light of the distant fire reflected on his drunken face, making him hit a spirit

"This...

Is it overplayed! "

At this moment, a black shadow flew past him, who was standing on an unstable horse. The cold light pierced his body like lightning. It was a short shot gun used by assault cavalry, sharp and sharp. The tip of his gun pierced his chest,

"This is..." Because of the eyes of the patriarch, his body shook, and his eyes were filled with incredible gods. He looked at the tip of his gun, the corpse that had lost his life information, and he stuck it like this. The spear fell heavily into the tent, raising a burst of **** smoke,

"Bai Su, the fat fat man is really drunk!" The sudden change in front of him did not immediately attract the attention of the patriarchs of all races, but the servants and the dancers in the tent were already so scared that they let out harsh shouts

"Dead! Lord Bai Su is dead!","Is it an enemy attack...an enemy attack!" Even Punk Pasteur's drunkenness was scared away a lot, and he quickly ran out of the tent and saw There are only corpses and minced meat on the floor, and the burning tent makes a popping sound,

Countless black cavalry, if the murderous gods appearing in the dark night, they are rampant in their camps, rampaging, like entering no man’s land, the army is all in chaos, and the torches scattered by the horses are ignited. A chain of tents, the flame-burning soldiers ran out of the black cavalry hurriedly from inside, greeted them with sharp stabbing guns, brutal killings, the moon shone with the blood-red refraction of war and fire, like smoke The hazy moonlight shines on the shadow-covered ridges on both banks of the Bian River,

"Why. Where did these imperial cavalry come from!" Punk Pasteur's frustrated face was filled with astonishment and horror. "Isn't it said that the empire will never send troops in at least 5 days?" What are these now?"

"Come here, get the black-robed army master right away!" yelled Punk Pasteur, but no one around answered that everyone was running for his life. The killing continued until dawn, and tens of thousands of coalition forces were slaughtered. In half, Punk Pasteur died in the rebellion, and there were more than 20 patriarchs captured. Ferrantil in the black robe was also captured

Reposti’s 3rd Infantry Regiment rushed to the battle site, and the sight in front of him made the famous Falcon general who had experienced **** battles take a breath.

Thousands of tents with heavy smoke, the red flames licked the felt roof of the tent like a greedy cat, the scorched tent bracket made a crackling sound in the flames, and the sparks were still being hit by the river. The wind blows apart,

Thousands of people from the Black Forest with their hands tied back are lined up on the banks of the rushing Bian River

"Spare me, don't dare anymore!" "Don't kill me! Shouting shouts like these kept coming from these people. They knelt on the bank with their heads down, disheveled and wandering. , Even a little scared,

On the embankment not far away from them, the firing squad of the Falcons was holding up the chilly beheading knives, some of the blades were even a little rolled, and they could be seen stuck out because of the hacking. Of human bones,

The rising sun shines on the warm pebbles next to it, flashing a kind of strange and startled red, which is human blood that has not yet dried up

"The third team, execute!"

The guard captain **** next to him raised his right hand indifferently, and then fell suddenly. Following the order, the firing squad’s knife turned a sharp wave, bringing out strange red lights, more than a hundred people The head fell at the sound, the scream stopped abruptly,

Blood flowed from the headless chest cavity, like a bright red juice that was suddenly squeezed, spewing out to the front, splashing on the warm pebbles on the beach, red light dots, and finally washed away by the washed river water,

Papa" The headless corpses fell forward in a row, leaping heavily on the river beach, as if performing some kind of ritual in a group. Some people’s heads rolled forward into the river because of their habit. The painful expression of tumbling up and down, barring teeth and cracking mouth, was fixed at that moment forever,

"Hurry up, clean up the corpses, and bring the fourth team up." The captain of the guard glanced impatiently at the remaining 1,000 people. Such efficiency made him very dissatisfied. ,

The headless corpse was quickly dragged by the horse-drawn carriage to the nearby forest burial spot. A new group of people from the Black Forest were pushed up. The scene just happened again. Because there were too many dead people, the one responsible for consigning the corpses Every time the wagon wheel turns, it splashes with bright red human blood on the tidal flat, which is thick and embarrassing. Every time the knife flashes, a group of Black Forest people are killed. "What's the situation?" Reposti was a little dazed by watching. In his impression, His Majesty Falcon had never had the habit of killing prisoners after the war, but this time, it was a rare case.

"This is your majesty's will?" Reposti asked curiously.

"Yes." The captain of the guard knew Riposti. After paying him a military salute, he pouted at the new group of Black Forest prisoners who were being pushed up and about to be executed, and said, "These They were all punk tribesmen in the coalition forces. In the first battle last night, we captured 5,000 prisoners. Your Majesty said that because of the attack on the imperial transport team, the punk people must be executed! From the dawn to the present, about 700 people have been executed."

"You mean 700 people have been killed! And all of them mean...?"

Reposti’s voice is a little uncertain, the whole word is too abstract, and the meaning inside can be big or small. The big one is all the punk people, and the small one is the thousand people in front of you. Punk captives around

"Yes, all, except for the main force of the southern army of Governor Statunko, they have surrounded the punk tribe territory. I believe the order to clean up has been issued!" The captain of the guard shrugged. Shoulders and face grimly responded

"Is this a bit too much!"

Reposti’s face changed, but he didn’t dare to say it. He knew the level of mystery goods that His Majesty Falcon valued, but he didn’t expect to wipe out the punk clan as a result. That was more than 30,000 people. Ah, most of them are old and weak women and children with no resistance,

According to His Majesty Falcon’s past methods of minimizing **** treatment after the war, it is completely contrary. If it is not prevented at all, it will inevitably leave the impression of the empire’s cold-blooded ruthlessness.

"Where is Your Majesty now?" Reposti asked with a deep face. In any case, he and His Majesty Falcon had lived and died together, and he did not think that this method could make the Black Forest Yield

"The tent over there, the one with your Majesty's flag floating on it!"

Seems to know what Reposti is thinking, the captain of the guard smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth and said, "My lord, forgive me for saying something that shouldn't be said. Before you, someone has persuaded your majesty."

"Oh. Who is that person?" Reposti asked dignifiedly and curiously

"Jaglins, Commander of the Second Cavalry Banner of the Southern Army"

The captain of the guards curled his mouth slightly, and the **** replied weirdly, "The reply he got was that he was on the guard that his Majesty asked him to stand outside his military account for 4 hours. His Majesty said that he would wake up his mind well until They should still be standing there now!"

"Thank you

Reposti nodded gratefully to the guard captain who revealed the information, and walked to the military tent pointed out by the guards. At the door of the military tent, he really saw the south standing in the cold wind. Army colleague, the banner commander of the Second Cavalry Banner Regiment, Jaglins

"Reposti, are you also here to persuade your Majesty? Seeing Reposti coming from a distant river embankment, standing at the gate of the military tent, Jaglins, whose face was frozen by the cold wind, was white. Suddenly asked, "No, I'm here to see you!" "

Reposti blinked. In private, he and Jaglins were very good friends. Seeing Jaglins's embarrassed look in the cold wind, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile, and said" I heard that a certain flattering jīng was punished by your majesty to blow a cool breeze here for 4 hours because of talking too much. It is really gratifying to say it! In fact, your majesty is right. You should wake up and wake up your mind. What? What should be said, what should not be said, are you not at all measured?" No, on the contrary, I think adhering to the correct advice is what a soldier should have! "Jaglins put on a gesture of righteousness, his eyes flickered, and the **** said calmly." But I suddenly figured it out just now, this time the punk people really should kill! "

"What~IndoMTL.com~you! Do you know what you are talking about? That's 30,000 lives."

Reposti's body shook slightly, and said angrily, the little admiration in his heart was flying away. It should have been a long time ago. This guy has always been a wall of grass!

Jaglins smiled calmly at the corner of his mouth and said, "Don’t forget, your majesty’s style has always been blood for blood. It’s just that our Southern Army has stayed in peace for so long that it’s not like the Northern Army. It has a very tough style. "Have you ever thought about it, what if this attack happened in the determined north? "Jaglins' voice stopped, and he asked, "What else?" Reposti's face changed. Although he didn't want to admit it, he also murmured, "I believe the Northern Army should do it, more intense than this. 'S reaction"

"That's right!" Jaglins said very solemnly, "I also just communicated with each other. If you don't deal with this matter with severe thunder, those forces that have been acting stupidly against the empire in secret, I'm afraid Will target the empire’s transport team. At that time, didn’t the empire’s transport team become the prey that everyone dared to bite!" Your Majesty is trying to kill a hundred people, so this example is absolutely impossible because of you I drove away in two! "Jaglins' voice stopped, and the **** said solemnly" and I also believe that the governor agrees with this approach, otherwise he would not personally lead the main force to encircle the territory of the punk tribe. "