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In the Falcon Empire, over 15,000 cavalry troops stationed in central Normandy over the years, the Falcon Empire issued a killing order. The massacre of civilians in Normandy was strictly forbidden. The first thing that expressed strong dissatisfaction with this was the occupation of the north. Expedition,

With a large number of Salander slaves joining the expeditionary force, less than one-fifth of the Salanders who truly feared the empire in the expeditionary army, and the other Salanders who joined later, what about the Falcon Empire Yes, there is no feeling at all. In their vengeful thoughts full of brute force and aggressiveness, they have now obtained all their own blood and bravery. They are Salanders, not hunting. Eagle Empire,

Not even an imperial soldier, but under the strong deterrence of the 15,000-strong Central Army stationed in the middle, these Salanders did not dare to defy for the time being, which is why the fat man did not use the Central Army to join the East. reason,

　　The empire needs a core force that can deter the interior of Normandy. Whether the opponent is the Sarand Expeditionary Force or the Northern Allied Forces, once out of control, its own destructive power is even better than the war itself, and the current situation proves this.

　　In just a few months, more than 10,000 Normans were killed, and hundreds of towns were devastated.

　　 Such a brutality index, even the Kugits on the grassland have to show their shame,

　　 Once people fall into some kind of madness and lose the restraint of indulgence, the rest is only brutal animal nature! In order to fully understand the destruction of the central part, the fat man took a hundred guards and walked north along the line of the Maiatti River basin that was most damaged in the report.

　　 was shocking, the earth was barren, the bones were everywhere, and it was almost impossible to see the traces of living people. Sometimes I ran for a long time on horseback, and I saw wild grass taller than everyone.

　　When the fat man arrived in the north-central hub city of Vatia, it was already more than three o'clock at night.

At midnight, Vathya, an extraordinarily cold and lonely moon hangs in the sky, silver moonlight drifts down, broken walls, like a dead city, the war has passed for a month, but even in the darkness, it is still You can see a lot of traces of war havoc,

　　 The streets will be cleaned up before the end. There are broken weapons and flags everywhere. The bodies of no people and war horses should have been dealt with by the early Central Army. After the war, there must be a big plague.

In this respect, the fat man has always attached great importance to it. He knows that if it is not handled properly after the war, a large-scale plague will become a killer that destroys the entire area. In this era of little medical ability and lack of hygiene concepts, the plague is almost an unstoppable nightmare. All dead bodies will be buried in a public cemetery, or burned in a concentrated way, fat people will not explain to their subordinates what is hygiene, what is disinfection,

But according to the rigid approach of the soldiers, this article was directly included in Article 32 of the Falcon Military Regulations. Whenever and wherever the body was found, it must be disposed of and buried. From this point, the Falcon Army has become this The era is the most rigorous, the largest in number, and the most effective scavengers, even the historians of later generations can hardly imagine that more than 100,000 exhausted soldiers need to dig pits to bury their bodies after the battle. Because of the existence of this military regulation, in the united wars frequently launched by the Falcon Empire,

　　 The widespread plague caused by the aftermath of the war was almost counted with five fingers. This is definitely a miracle of this era.

On the walls of the city, faintly, you can see traces of arrowheads. As for the city, it is even more miserable. There are burnt houses everywhere. It is empty and dark in the night, blown by the night wind, and emits like a ghost. Sorrowful voice,

Most of the dwellings will be destroyed during the looting. Large piles of rubble debris have not been cleaned up, blocking many streets, making the fat man feel a little thankful that there are still some that will be destroyed if they are not finished. The house, with dim lights in it, in some black alleys, you can still see the few Normans who survived Su,

Although very few, most of them are women and children. In the dark night, they are curled up in the dark corners of the street in the cold wind, with a hungry yellow color on their faces, or what is flipping on the ruins of the house, because It was late at night, and the black armor of the Guards cavalry was almost completely integrated into the night. Although the sound of the horseshoe was there, it seemed to be erratic. From time to time, there were horrified eyes looking over here. When passing a street corner, it was just a team. The Normandy refugees hit each other,

In the black shadow, the figure of the guard cavalry flashed with a dark luster, and the murderous posture caused the Normandy refugees who would be stupid opposite to appear immediately with a lot of panic. "Patrol! Run, patrol is coming "Don't know who shouted in the dark night, and suddenly all around was like a frying pan, and hundreds of refugees ran out from various dark corners,

The fat man strangled the horse in the march. I wonder if he will be scared or not, or he still hasn't figured out the direction. A little Normandy girl, only about four or five years old, holding a piece of moldy hairy bread, bumped into it Fat man rides on the calf of the horse, and then falls over the ground heavily

"No, Angelisa!" Not far away, a shivering shriek came from a woman, and the fat man saw it as a thin, skeleton-like young woman, whose pale face was completely occupied by a kind of panic and regret. full

　　 "Run quickly, Angelisa is not saved!" The several women next to them persuaded and dragged this woman into a dark alley desperately, that should be the mother of the little girl

　　"No, my Angelisa.

　　. . . . "The woman struggled, but she was still taken away by her companion

"Am I so terrible?" 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 awkwardly, saying, "I am not a patrol, I just pass by Traveler!"

　　 replied that his little daughter had a face like a blank sheet of paper, and the moldy bread that came from his hands, fell from his hands to the ground,

　　 Silent answer, far more awkward than loud answer

　　 "Angelisa!"

　　 At this moment, a figure swooped in from the dark side towards the fat,

Unfortunately, before approaching, the two cavalry guards on the flanks rushed up and stopped, the knife was as bright as electricity, the sound of the sheath of the Samor's war knife slammed out of the sheath, and the surrounding air suddenly cooled a lot, and a little girl could be so close Your majesty has made the guards feel ashamed. At that time, it was too chaotic, and the little girl’s goal was too small. In the dark, it is inevitable that there will be an omission. Now, how can the second "exception" be allowed?

"Stop hand, let her come!" The fat man stopped the guard's move in a very timely manner, otherwise this knife was enough to split the shadow into two pieces, riding the moment the guard stopped, the shadow from the gap between the two guards cavalry Li rushed over, it was the mother who was just dragged away by her companion,

The thin, skeleton-like body showed unbelievable courage. She used her almost dry wood hands to block the little girl behind her like a chicken, and stared at the war horse without fear. Fat man

　　 said in slang German, "Master, please let this kid go, I am also a Sarande! Even if you think we are dirty, the kid is innocent!"

"dirty?"

　　 The fat man froze a moment, and immediately understood the meaning of this sentence,

It turned out that these were the victims of that war. The Normans looted more than 100,000 Salander women. Naturally, it is impossible to just sell them. I believe that many Salander women are looting and In the process of transportation and trafficking, they all suffered unbearable insults.

　　 The fat man's eyes turned to the little girl hiding behind the woman, Norman's curly linen hair and typical mixed-race face, everything was self-evident

"You say you are a Sarande! What proof?" The fat man took a deep breath and asked immediately, the woman's body trembled a little, and she heard the fat man's spoken words in front of her, obviously not a Sarande. , As a high-ranking nobleman, she knew that it was a language in the area opposite the Sarand Strait, Vicky

"If you are a Sarande, why would you stay here?" The fat man looked at the woman with a hesitant look on his face. His tone was a little cold, and his eyes suddenly became sharper. Through the moonlight, he re-examined this brave man in front of him. Mother, the thin one can only see the outline of the cheekbones, and it can't hide the kind of temperament it should be. It is about ten thousand years old. If it is not hungry, it should be not too bad~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Inwardly slightly shrunk, this woman's brow has a faint red mark,

　　 This is a kind of petal decoration imprint popularly used by noble girls in the south of Sarande. The fat man has also seen it on the forehead of the street-sweeping girl in the south. Although it looks very flat, only a little bit,

　　The fat man once asked Nilai privately, only to know that this is a symbol of the identity of the high aristocratic women in the south,

　　 The higher the body size, the deeper the imprint of this petal,

　　 And the mark on the forehead of this woman is as many as three petals.

　　 Even if I haven’t clicked on it for a long time, I can still see the mark left behind. It is no doubt that this woman is a Sarande.

　　 The reason why the fat man still asks like this is because the other person’s attitude and courage do not look like an ordinary person

　　 "I am the priest of Parsilia in the sky temple of Potas Keg in the south of Salland, and my name should be found in the sky roster"

　　After a painful struggle, the woman finally said a name that made the fat man surprised,

　　The surname of Pars made the fat man ring his mentor, Palsina. Isn’t the mentor’s family the high nobles in the southern Potas Keg region?

　　 "It wouldn't be such a coincidence!" The fat man took a sigh of air immediately, (to be continued) [] If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. )