Realm of Power

In March of the 3rd year of the Falcon Empire, 15,000 cavalry from the Central Army entered central Normandy. The Falcon Empire issued an anti-killing order, and the massacre of civilians in Normandy was strictly prohibited. The first person to express strong dissatisfaction was the expedition to occupy the north. military,

As a large number of Salander slaves joined the expeditionary force, less than one-fifth of the Salanders in the expeditionary force were truly afraid of the Empire. The other Salanders who joined later had no fear of the Falcon Empire. Completely motivated by the slightest emotion, in their thoughts of revenge full of violence and hostility, everything they have achieved now has been won by them with their own blood and bravery. They are Salanders, not hunters. Eagle Empire people,

Jia is not a member of the Shime Emperor, but under the strong deterrent of the fifteen thousand Central Army stationed in the central part, these Salanders do not dare to disobey for the time being. This is why Fatty used the Central Army to join the eastward march for Shimemei reasons.

The empire needs a core force that can intimidate the interior of Normandy. Regardless of whether the opponent is the Salander Expeditionary Force or the Northern Alliance, once it loses control, its destructive power is even far greater than the war itself, and the situation in front of it also proves this.

In just two months, more than 800,000 Normans were massacred and hundreds of towns were destroyed.

Such a cruelty index makes even the Kugits on the grassland feel ashamed.

Once a person falls into some kind of irrational madness and unbridled indulgence, all that is left is brutal beastliness! In order to thoroughly understand the damage in the central part of the country, Fatty led 300 guards and headed north along the Maiati River Basin, which was the most damaged area in the report.

Wherever I passed, I was shocked. The land was desolate, bones were everywhere, and it was almost impossible to see traces of living people. There was a chapter in the novel called Shihou who rode a horse for a long time. All I see are weeds that are taller than people,

It was around three o'clock in the evening when the fat man arrived at Wattia, a hub city in the north-central part of the country.

Watiya at midnight seemed particularly cold and lonely. The lone moon hung in the sky, and the silver moonlight drifted down. The ruins were like a city in a dead zone. The war spirits had been excited for the past month, but even in this In the dark. Many traces of the catastrophe of war can still be seen,

The streets have not yet been completely cleaned up. There are broken weapons and military flags everywhere, as well as the corpses of people and war horses. They should be the Yi Jin who were disposed of by the Central Army who arrived earlier. After the war, there will be a great plague.

Fatty has always attached great importance to this aspect. He knew that if the war was not handled properly, a large-scale plague would become a killer that destroyed the entire region. In this era where limited medical capabilities were limited and there was a lack of hygiene concepts. The plague is almost an unstoppable nightmare. All corpses killed in battle will be buried in public cemeteries or burned centrally. Fatty will not explain to his self-motivated subordinates that shime is hygiene. shime is called disinfection,

Instead, in accordance with the rigid practice of soldiers, this article was directly included in Article 32 of the Falcon Military Regulations. No matter when and where corpses are found, they 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 historians of later generations have It is hard to imagine that more than 100,000 exhausted soldiers still need to dig holes and bury corpses after fierce battles. It is also because of the existence of this military regulation that in the unification wars frequently launched by the Falcon Empire,

The large-scale epidemic caused by the sequelae of the war can be counted on five fingers. This is definitely a miracle of this era.

On the city wall, you can still vaguely see the traces of arrowheads. As for the inside of the city, it is miserable. There are burned-out houses everywhere, empty and black in the night. When the night wind blows, they make a sound like a ghost's throat. shrill voice,

Most of the houses were destroyed during the looting, and large piles of rubble and debris were still free to be cleared, blocking many streets. Fatty felt a little lucky that there were still some buildings that were completely destroyed. The houses are dimly lit, and in some dark streets, you can actually see very few remaining Normans from the Soviet Union.

Although there are only a few, most of them are women and children, huddled in the dark corners of the streets in the cold wind in the dark night, with a hungry look on their faces, or flipping shime on the ruins of houses, because It was late at night, and the black armor of the Guards Cavalry almost completely blended into the night. Although the sound of horse hooves was heard, it seemed erratic. From time to time, frightened eyes looked over here. As Shihou passed a street corner, he happened to be with a group of soldiers. Normandy refugees bump into each other,

In the black shadow, the figure of the Guards Cavalry shone with a dark luster, and its murderous posture made the Normandy refugees who were completely stupid on the opposite side immediately panic. "Patrol! Run, the patrol is coming!" In the dark night, someone shouted, and suddenly the surrounding area was like a pot exploding. Hundreds of refugees ran out from all kinds of dark corners.

The fat man suddenly reined in the advancing horse. He didn't know whether he was completely frightened or didn't know where to turn. A little Norman girl, only four or five years old, holding a piece of moldy and hairy bread, suddenly bumped into it. The fat man sat on mǎshàng's calf, and then fell heavily to the ground.

"No, Angelisa!" Not far away, a woman's shrill and trembling cry came. The fat man saw that it was a young woman who was as thin as a skeleton. Her pale face was completely occupied by a kind of fear and regret. full

"Run, Angelisa can't be saved!" Several women in the pángbiān persuaded, dragging the woman into the dark alley. She should be the mother of the little girl. "No, my Angelisa..." The woman struggled hard, but was still pulled away by her companions

"Am I so scary?" The fat man was a little depressed. He turned his eyes to the little girl who was slumped on the ground in front of him. His eyebrows twitched unnaturally. He coughed in embarrassment and said, "I'm not a patrol. I'm just a patrol team." Passing traveler!"

What answered him was his little daughter's face, which was as beautiful as a white paper, and the moldy bread she had worked so hard to get in her hands, which fell to the ground.

Answering loudly is far more embarrassing than answering loudly

"Angelisa!"

At this time, a figure swooped towards the fat man from the darkness of the pángbiān,

Unfortunately, before they even got close, two cavalry guards on the flanks rushed to stop them. The swords were like lightning, and the sound of Samor's sword clanking out of its sheath made the air around him suddenly become much colder. A little girl could not get close so easily. Your Majesty, the Yi Jing made the guards feel very embarrassed. It was too chaotic at that time, and the little girl's goal was too small. Under the darkness, mistakes were inevitable. Now, how can we allow a second "exception"?

"Stop and let her come over!" The fat man stopped the guard's move very promptly, otherwise this knife would have been enough to split the black shadow into two pieces. Taking advantage of the moment when the guard stopped, the black shadow slipped through the gap between the two guards cavalry. Rushing over, it was the mother who had just been dragged away by her companions.

Her body was as thin as a skeleton, but she showed unbelievable courage. She used her hands, which were almost as dry as firewood, to protect the little girl from behind as if protecting a chicken. She looked directly at the fighting mǎshàng without fear. fat man

He said in unclear Salander language, "Master, please let this child go. I am also a Salander! Even if you think we are dirty, the child is innocent!"

"Dirty?"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, and he immediately understood the meaning of this sentence.

It turns out that these were all victims of that war. The Normans plundered more than 100,000 Salander women. Naturally, they could not just use them for trafficking. I believe that many Salander women were plundering and selling them. While transporting and selling guog, they were all subjected to unbearable humiliation.

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

"You said you are from Salander! Is there any proof from Shime?" The fat man took a deep breath and mǎshàng asked. The woman's body trembled slightly. She heard the spoken language of the fat man in front of her, and it was obvious that he was not from Salander. As a high-ranking noble, she knows that this is a language in the area across the Salander Strait, Wikiyan.

"Shiguo, you are from Salander, why do you still stay here?" The fat man looked at the woman with a hesitant look on her face, his tone was a little cold, and his eyes suddenly became sharp. Through the moonlight, he began to examine the woman in front of him. The brave mother, the emaciated mother can only Seeing the outline of the cheekbones, it couldn't hide the temperament that should be there. She was about 25 years old. If she hadn't been hungry, her breasts should be not bad. But what made the fat man shrink slightly was that this woman There is a faint red mark between his eyebrows,

This is a petal decorative mark commonly used by noble girls in the south of Salander. Fatty has also seen it on the forehead of the street sweeper girl in the south. Although it looks very plain, with only a small yidiǎn,

The fat man once asked Nilai privately, and found out that this was a symbol of the female status of a high-ranking southern aristocrat.

The higher the status, the deeper and larger the imprint of this petal will be.

And the mark on this woman's forehead has as many as three petals, which is completely different from the faint yidiǎnnénggou of the street sweeper girl.

Even if Yi Jing is free to click on it for a long time, she can still see the mark left. The identity of this woman is a Salander, Yi Jing doubts.

The reason why the fat man asked this was because the other person's demeanor and courage did not look like an ordinary person.

"I am Priest Palsilia of the Sky Temple of Portaskeg in the south of Salander. My name should be found in the Sky Cult roster."

After struggling painfully for a while, the woman finally painfully said a name that surprised the fat man:

The surname Pars reminded the fat man of his self-motivated mentor Parskina. Isn't the mentor's family a high-ranking noble from the Portaskeg region in the south? "It can't be such a coincidence!" The fat man gasped. Take a breath of air-conditioning, to be continued