Power and Empire Chapter 1270: Extermination
On a lonely cold night, moonlight pouring down like water, under the strong crush of the 7,000 Falcon cavalry that suddenly struck, the Black Forest coalition forces, which were sinking in the joy of victory, were shocked. Unable to organize resistance,
"Oh! Fleeing!" The hard camp was in chaos, and the horrible screams followed the roar of the horses, forming a terrifying scene like **** in the night. The patriarchs of all races holding the wine glasses looked at the tent with dull eyes. Soldiers running everywhere in the distance
" Bastard, what's going on outside?" The punk patriarch, Punk Pasteur, who was already very drunk, stood up angrily and raised his head. He thought it was the soldiers outside the tents who were drunk and making trouble. This kind of thing is very common in the army. It is common "come, immediately arrest all the troublemakers! Also, don't let them burn the tent!"
" These bastards, they just drink too much. It’s really not worrying." A clan chief who was obviously drunk, holding a wine glass, swayed towards the tents. There were running people everywhere, far away. The light of the fire shining on his drunken face, made 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-throwing gun used by assault cavalry, sharp and sharp. The tip of the gun pierced his chest,
"This is..." Because of the eyes of the patriarch, his body shook, and his eyes were filled with incredulous expressions as he looked at the tip of the spear, Peng, and the corpse that had lost his life information. With the spear inserted in this way, he fell heavily into the tent, raising a burst of **** smoke,
"Bai Su, this 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
"It's dead! Lord Bai Su is dead!."
"It’s an enemy attack...Is it an enemy attack!" Even Punk Pasteur’s drunkenness scared him away a lot. He quickly ran out of the tent, only to see corpses and pieces of meat all over the floor. There was a popping sound from the flame-burning tent,
Countless black cavalry, like the killing gods that appeared in the night, would run wild and rampage in their camps, such as entering no man’s land, the army was all in chaos, and the torches scattered by the horses were ignited. In the continuous tents, soldiers with burning flames ran out in a panic, black cavalry galloping past, greeted them with sharp stabbing guns, brutal killings, and the moon shone with the blood-red refraction of war and fire. The misty 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. "It's not that the empire will never send troops in at least 5 days." What? What are these now?"
"Come on, get the black-robed military officer right away!" Punk Pasteur shouted, but no one around answered him. Everyone was running for their lives. The killing continued until dawn, and tens of thousands of coalition forces were slaughtered. Halfway through, Punk Pasteur died in the rebellion, and there were more than 20 patriarchs captured, and 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 this famous Falcon general who had experienced blood battles a breath of air.
Thousands of tents with dense smoke, the red flames licked the felt top of the tent like a greedy cat, the charred tent brackets, crackling in the flames, the sparks are 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
"Forgive me, don't dare anymore!" "Don't kill me! Shouting shouts like these keep coming out of these people, their legs kneeling on the shore, one by one, their heads bowed, their heads spread out, and their gazes Hesitating, even a little scared,
On the embankment not far away from them, the firing squad of the Falcon Army is holding up the chilly beheading knives, some of the blades are even a little rolled, and you can see that they are stuck out because of the hacking. Of human bones,
The rising sun shone on the warm geese beside it, flashing a strange and shocking red, that is human blood that has not yet dried up
"The third team, execute!"
Next to , a guard captain 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, with more than a hundred heads. Falling at the sound, the screams stopped abruptly,
The blood flowed from the headless chest cavity, like a bright red juice that was suddenly squeezed, spurting out to the front, splashing on the warm pebbles on the beach, red light, and finally being cleared by the washed river.
Papa" The headless corpses fell forward in a row, thumping heavily on the river beach, just like performing some kind of ritual in a group. Some heads rolled forward into the river water due to inertia, and followed the river water down. The ups and downs, the painful expression of slashing teeth and mouth, was fixed at that moment forever,
"Hurry up, clean up the corpse, 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 frustrating. Every time the knife flashes, a group of Black Forest people are killed.
"What's the situation?" Reposti was a little confused watching from the side. In his impression, His Majesty Falcon had never had the habit of killing prisoners after the war, but this time, there was a rare precedent.
"This is your majesty's will?" Reposti asked curiously.
"Yes", the captain of the guard knew Riposti. After paying him a military salute, he poked his lips at the new group of Black Forest prisoners who had been pushed up and were about to be killed, 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...?"
Riposti’s voice is a little uncertain, the whole word is too abstract, and the meaning that can be read 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 these, the main force of the southern army of Governor-General Statunko has surrounded the punk tribe territory. I believe the order to clean up has been issued!" The captain of the guard shrugged. Shrugged, his 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 destroy the Punk clan because of it. That’s more than 30,000 people. , Most of them are the old and weak women and children who are unable to resist,
According to His Majesty Falcon’s previous post-war handling methods to minimize blood and gore, 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 gloomy 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 Riposti is thinking, the captain of the guard smiled bitterly, "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 curiously with a solemn expression.
"Jaglins, commander of the Second Cavalry Banner of the Southern Army"
The captain of the Guards curled his mouth slightly, and replied with a weird look. "The reply he got was that he had been on guard for 4 hours outside his military tent. His Majesty said he would wake up his mind until now. They should all be standing there!"
"Thank you!"
Reposti nodded with feeling to the captain of the guard who revealed the information, and walked to the military tent pointed out by the guard. At the door of the military tent, he really saw the man standing in the cold wind. A colleague of the Southern Army and the commander of the 2nd Cavalry Regiment, Jaglins
"Reposti, are you also here to persuade your majesty? Seeing Reposti coming from the embankment in the distance, standing at the gate of the military tent, Jaglins, whose face was white from the cold wind, suddenly Ask first
"No, I am here to see you!"
Reposti blinked. In private, he and Jaglins were very good friends. Seeing Jaglins's embarrassed appearance in the cold wind, he couldn't help but smile with a sliver of smirk at the corner of his mouth.
" I heard that a certain flattery was punished by his majesty to blow a cool breeze here for 4 hours because he talked too much. It is really gratifying to say it! In fact, your majesty is right, you should wake up your mind. , What should be said, what should not be said, don’t you have no sense at all?"
"No, on the contrary, I think adhering to the correct advice is what a soldier should have!" Jaglins put on a righteous posture, his eyes flickered, and his expression calmly said
"But I suddenly figured it out just now, this time the punk should really be killed!"
"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 my heart was flying away. I should have thought of it long ago. This guy has always been a wall of grass!
Yaglins smiled calmly at the corner of his mouth and said, "Don’t forget, your majesty’s style has always been blood for blood, but our Southern Army has stayed in peace for so long that it’s not like the Northern Army. That has a very strong style,
" Have you ever thought about it, what would happen if this attack happened in the determined north? "Jaglins' voice stopped, and he asked.
What else can " do?" Reposti’s face changed. Although he didn’t want to admit it, he also muttered, "I believe the Northern Army will react more vigorously than this."
"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 are secretly interested in the empire, I am afraid they will The goal was on the imperial transport team. At that time, the imperial transport team became the prey that everyone dared to take a bite!"
" Your Majesty is killing a hundred, so this example is absolutely impossible because of you and me! "Jaglins' voice stopped and said with a solemn expression" and I also believe that the Governor agrees with this. Do it, otherwise I would not personally lead the main force to surround the punk territory" (to be continued) [] If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly pass. Your support is my greatest motivation. . )