Release that Witch

The big chaos in the anticipation did not come to Jin Suicheng, and the situation was completely beyond the imagination of Bell.

As the clerk of several city owners, he naturally knows that ruining, killing, disorder, exile in the broken city... no matter whether it is a knight, a mob or a pirate, there is no essential difference. Tefco’s squad is so bad, as is the new Duke’s superior position.

The food and wealth in the city is the best reward for the power-seekers. It is a matter of righteousness to be as much as possible. It is as if the nobles were born more noble than ordinary people.

The records in the history books have also proved its correctness many times.

However, this time the situation is quite different. Roland’s army not only did not take the city people to open the knife, but launched relief and appeasement work. The pile of wheat found in the castle of the Duke was boiled into wheat porridge and distributed to the hungry people. A lot of recruitment news was published, and participants can get a certain amount of reward in addition to food! Didn't the soldiers of Roland care about what they should have belonged to, and were they handed out to a group of unrelated people? Isn’t the four princes who have set up Jin Suicheng in a thousand miles to squander their own treasury?

Throughout all kinds of books, Bell has never seen such a ridiculous precedent in history.

But these only made him feel amazed at most, and the other thing made the clerk feel deep fear.

That was the castle fire a few days ago.

The propaganda of the arson in the mouse is full of loopholes. He has served three dukes, lived in the castle for more than 20 years, and never found the entrance and exit of the secret passage.

For this life-and-death escape route, it must be designed to be very concealed and safe. Even if it is difficult to find traces inside, let alone invade from the outside. If the guys have this ability, they will not fall into a black street mouse.

The fire was put by the people of Roland.

Realizing this, Bell felt his heart jerked by something.

For the first time, the nobility became no longer nobler than the civilians. Their lives were the same as those who were filled in the walls. There was no security at all.

Perhaps even more dangerous.

The big family that has not yet been turned into a pot by Roland clearly thinks about this. Their response is very straightforward. That is to leave Jin Suicheng... or even leave the Grey Fort.

So what's next?

Will such a thing come to his head?

In recent days, the clerk's hair has fallen one after another, and the blank area above the head has grown larger.

This fear is not from the illusion of emptiness. In the past ten years, he has been called the aristocrat without title, or the nobleman closest to the nobility. He served many lords, and he was well-informed and read. There are more books than most of the family. Because of this, whether it is Garcia's looting or the alternation of the East, he is safe and sound, even if the people in the city are screened over and over again like straw, he still has the energy to observe and record. Those sights.

However, now, Bell can hardly sleep when he sleeps.

Although the powerful army has not yet played against any non-noble people, even ordinary people who have worked for the big family, he really can't decide who will still be.

He couldn't ask the families to take him away because he was still a civilian. He is not willing to sit still, and he always wants to do something.

Before the swaying candlelight, the clerk shifted his gaze to the still-written Jinshencheng history.

Thinking of what he wrote, Bell couldn’t help but see it.

That's right, I almost forgot this...

Then he quickly turned to the last few pages, tearing it off and igniting the shredded pieces until they turned into ashes.

No, maybe this is not enough.

Bell thought for a moment, pulled out a quill, stained with ink and stood on the paper.

"No matter what the outcome, you have to record it truthfully, understand?" He heard the words of the Duke of Willie in his ear.

Of course, he will now record it as it is.

This is the responsibility of a clerk.

However, there is no absolute objectivity in this world. He lives in the city ruled by Roland. It is not surprising that there is a slight bias. Or, this is an objective part.

Bell took a deep breath and quickly dropped the pen.

"The messenger sent by the great King Roland Wimbledon arrived today in his loyal Golden Harvest City..."

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On the outskirts of Chishui City, the first military camp.

"Your Majesty, there is a secret letter sent from the East."

The night screamed out of the fog, holding a gray goshawk in his hand. The latter slammed his paws at Roland, groaning dissatisfiedly, as if complaining that the letter was too heavy, and his claws were full of six rolls of paper, almost filling the entire space of the legs. The flight messenger was quiet until the night of the night, handing a handful of dried fish.

Oh, this is no longer a secret letter.

Roland unfolded six pieces of densely written papers in turn, and quickly scanned them again. The sender was an iron axe, and the main content was the post-war routine summary and situation report.

The first half is the same as his prediction. The Eastern Army easily conquered Jinsuicheng, and the mortars showed great power in the battle. In the face of the firepower delivery efficiency of the 12-pound field guns, even the siege In the war, the enemy has no power to fight back.

However, in the latter half of the game, Roland was a little surprised and snorted.

"Why, what's the problem there?" asked the nightingale.

"Well... it can't be a problem, it's just a little weird," he handed the fifth piece of stationery to the other party. "Look at this."

"Incineration of the dungeons that imprisoned the nobility?" The nightingale swept over the eyes and immediately caught the focus. "Isn't this your order?"

Roland shook his head. "No, I only told him that the Eastern Front is responsible for his actions."

"That...what is it?" she said. "Since it is full responsibility, what kind of action is taken as a normal move? What about the guys themselves are uneasy, have not surrendered to you for so long, now If you sweep it clean, you can use it to clear the mouse. It can be considered as one thing."

"You are right..." Roland touched his chin, but he always felt that this treatment was too literary. The east is the place where the second prince lived for a long time. It is only the first step to capture the city, and then surrender. The aristocratic struggle is the focus. Therefore, he handed over the majority of the officials trained by the City Hall to the east, and appointed the iron axe from the Shamin to be the commander of the Eastern Front.

According to his expectations, in order to eliminate the enemy after the iron axe took the Golden Suicheng, in all likelihood, his torture and stunt skills will be maximized, even the high-ranking priests of the church will not be able to torture the Mojin people. Don't mention those delicate nobles. Through **** trials and executions, the old forces of the nobility were destroyed step by step, thus establishing a new order in the east.

And directly put a fire to burn, it seems that some do not fit the style of the iron axe.

Roland thought for a moment and decided to leave this little surprise behind him. After the two military confluences, he would ask again. After all, as the nightingale said, the effect of the fire was so amazing that the big family directly frightened. Bold, I have not been able to take care of my own fiefdom, and began to flee to the outside world.

According to this speed, Haifeng County and other territories should be completely controlled by the City Hall within one month. It was thought that the situation on the eastern front would be deadlocked for a long time. I did not expect that there is a trend of progress over the Western Front.