Power and Empire Chapter 1315: Stop Killing Order (3)
In March of the 3rd year of the Falcon Empire, 15,000 cavalry of the Zhōngyāng Army stationed in central Normandy. The Falcon Empire issued a killing order, and the massacre of Normandy civilians was strictly prohibited. The first to express strong dissatisfaction was Occupy Expeditionary forces in the north,
As a large number of Salander slaves joined the expeditionary army, less than one-fifth of the Salanders in the expeditionary army were truly afraid of the empire, and the other Salanders who joined later were very important to the Falcon Empire. Me, the slightest gǎào of me, in their violent and hostile thoughts of revenge, everything they have achieved now is their blood and bravery. They are Salanders, not the Falcon Empire. People,
Not even the emperor me, but under the powerful deterrence of the 15,000 zhōngyāng army stationed in the central area, these Salanders did not dare to defy for the time being. This is also the fat man used the zhōngyāng army to join the east advance for meméu. For the sake of,
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 greater than the war itself, and the current situation proves it. This ǎn,
In just two months, more than 800,000 Normans were massacred and hundreds of towns were destroyed.
Such a brutality index, even the Kujit people on the grassland will be ashamed.
Once a person falls into some kind of irrational madness, unrestrained indulgence, all that is left is the cruel beast! In order to thoroughly understand the destruction of the central part, Fatty took 300 guards and headed north along the line of the Meyati River that was most damaged in the report.
Everywhere I went, it was shocking, the land was barren, and the bones were everywhere, and it was almost impossible to see the traces of living people. There was u riding a horse for a long time"" the novel chapter. All I saw was weeds taller than people,
The fat man arrived at U, Ng in the central-north hub city of Vatia at three o'clock at night.
Vatia at midnight looks exceptionally cold and lonely. The lonely moon hangs in the sky, and the silver moon shines down. The walls are ruined. The city is like a dead zone. The war has lasted for a month, but even In the dark. You can still see many traces of war and catastrophe,
The streets are still completely cleaned up, and there are broken weapons and flags everywhere. The bodies of the méu and war horses should have been disposed of by the zhōngyāng army that arrived earlier. After the war, there must be a great plague.
Fatty always attaches great importance to this aspect. He did not deal with it properly after the war, and the large-scale plague would become a killer to destroy the entire area. In this era of méme medical capabilities and lack of hygiene concepts. The plague is almost an unstoppable nightmare. All dead bodies will be buried in public cemeteries or burned together. Fatty will not explain to his men that it is called sanitation. me is called disinfection,
In accordance with the military's rigid approach, this article was directly included in Article 32 of the Falcon Military Regulations. No matter when and where the body is found, it must be disposed of and buried. From this point of view, the Falcon Army has become the most rigorous, largest, and most effective scavenger of this era, even the historians of later generations. It’s hard to imagine that more than one hundred thousand exhausted soldiers will need to dig pits to bury their bodies after the fierce battle. It is also because of the existence of this military rule that in the unification wars frequently launched by the Falcon Empire,
Because of the aftereffects of the war, the large-scale plague caused by the spread of the epidemic was almost counted with five fingers. This is definitely a miracle of this era.
Variously, you can see the traces of arrowheads on the city wall. As for the city, it’s even worse. There are burnt 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, and piles of rubble and debris are still méu cleaned up, clogging up a lot of streets, making the fat man feel a little grateful that there are still some méu completely destroyed. The fallen house has dim lights inside. In some dark streets, I actually saw very few Normans survived by Su.
Although there are few, most of them are women and children. In the dark night, in the cold wind, curling up in the dark corners of the street, with hungry huángsè on their faces, or turning on the ruins of houses me, because it is late at night, the black armor of the guard cavalry 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, passing by a corner of the street. , Just collided with a group of Normandy refugees,
In the dark shadow, the guard cavalry's figure shone with a gloomy luster, and the murderous posture caused the Normandy refugees who were completely stupid on the opposite side to panic immediately. "Patrol! Run away," The patrol team is here!" In the dark night, someone yelled, and suddenly the surrounding area was like a pot fried. From various dark corners, hundreds of refugees ran out.
The fat man slammed the advancing warhorse. Isn’t he completely frightened, or didn’t get the direction, a little Normandy girl who is only four or five years old, holding a piece of moldy and hairy bread, Hit the fat man riding on mǎshàng’s calf, and then fell heavily to the ground
"No, Angelissa!" Not far away, there was a woman's shivering cry, and the fat man saw that it was a thin, skeleton-like young woman with a pale face. He was completely frightened. And remorse is full
"Run, Angelisa is out of help!" Several women in páān persuaded, and desperately dragged this woman into the dark alleys of Yin. That should be the little girl's mother." No, my Angie Lisa... "The woman struggled, but she was still dragged away by her companion
"Do I have nàme scary?" The fat man was a little depressed, his eyes turned to the little girl who was sitting on the ground in front of him, the corners of his eyebrows twitched unnaturally, and he gave a dry cough in embarrassment, and said, "I am not a patrol. I'm just a passing traveler!"
The answer to him was the little girl’s face that looked like white paper, and the moldy bread that came from her hands so hard, fell from her hands to the ground,
A silent answer is far more embarrassing than a loud answer
"Angelisa!"
At this moment, a figure swooped towards the fat man from the shadow of páān’s yīn,
Unfortunately, the two cavalry guards on the flanks rushed up to stop them before they got close. The knives were shining like electricity, and the sound of Samor's sabers slamming out of their sheaths made the surrounding air a lot colder. A little girl was néu. Getting close to your Majesty so easily made the guards feel very embarrassed. At that time, it was too messy, and the little girl’s goal was too small. Under the dark, it was inevitable that there would be mistakes. Now, how can kěnéng still allow the 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 pieces. 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 straight at the war without fear. mǎshàng's fat guy
Said in a slurred Salander, "Master, please let this kid go, I am also a Salander! Even if you think we are dirty, the kid is innocent!"
"Dirty?"
The fat man was stunned in mǎshàng, and immediately the meaning of the phrase ngbái,
It turns out that these were the victims of that war. The Normans robbed more than 100,000 Salander women. Naturally, they didn’t just sell them. I believe many Salander women were During the looting and transportation and trafficking, they were all subjected to unbearable humiliation.
The fat man's gaze turned to the little girl hiding behind the woman again. The Norman linen curly hair and the typical mixed face shape, everything is self-evident
"You said you are from Salander! Is there a me proof?" The fat man took a deep breath and asked at mǎshàng. The woman trembled slightly. She heard the fat man's spoken words in front of her. It was obviously not Saran. German, as a high-ranking nobleman, she dào, which is a language in the area across the Salander Strait, Vikya
"You are from Salander, will you stay here for me?" The fat man looked at the woman with hesitant sè on her face, his tone was a bit cold, his eyes suddenly became fierce, and he re-examined with the moonlight. The brave mother in front of me is thin and can only see the outline of her cheekbones, and cannot conceal the kind of temperament she should have. She is about 25 years old. If she is not hungry, she should not grow badly, but let the fat man feel slightly in his heart. It shrinks, this woman has a faint red mark on her eyebrows,
This is a kind of flower petal decoration imprint commonly used by aristocratic girls in the southern part of Salander. The fat man has also seen it on the forehead of the street sweeper in the south, although it looks very plain, only a small ǎn,
The fat man once asked Nilai in private~IndoMTL.com~ This is a symbol of the status of a high-ranking aristocratic female in the south.
The higher the identity, 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, which is not at all comparable to that of the street sweeping girl,
Even if méu clicks on for a long time, you can still see the mark left. This woman is undoubtedly the identity of Salander,
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.
"I am the ritual of Parslia at the Portaskegg Sky Temple in the southern part of Sarand, and my name should 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, the mentor Palschenna who made the fat man sounded, isn’t the mentor’s family the high-ranking nobles in the southern Potaskeg area? "It won't be so coincidental!" The fat man took a breath in mǎshàng, (to be continued.)