Utopia

"Okay, they're gone, go!"

Accompanied by Viscount Barrestan's roar, more than 30 bandits from the Golson Kingdom ran towards the cooking car that was constantly emitting the aroma of cooking.

However... Sizzle!

When a dazzling white arc of electricity hit him, Viscount Barrestan might have forgotten something very important.

Even if he was a chef who specialized in cooking in the army, he was also a soldier of the Nigan Kingdom's army. And they were very lucky that when the second white current ignited all the gunpowder on his body like a chain, making him fall to the ground on the spot and let out an extremely shrill wail, the cooks in the cooking car who were responsible for carrying the insulated boxes completely ignored it.

"Your Highness, do you really not care about them?"

"Why care about them? They are all slaves waiting to be sold for money. Anyway, my chains will not let them die."

Obviously, Princess Jiaqi, who had prepared a meal, did not want to pay attention to a group of Golson Kingdom idiots who were ignorant of life and death and tried to attack the cooks.

You should know that in the army of the Kingdom of Negan, all the veterans trained by the grassroots troops, such as a company or even a battalion, will be assigned to the kitchen squad by the commander of the grassroots troops as long as they do not want the veteran to be transferred.

In other words, the soldiers in the kitchen squad are often the most powerful in combat skills and combat experience among the grassroots troops.

What's more, the elite members of the army of the Kingdom of Negan are mainly members of the Kalai who know magic. Compared with shooting and firing, the traditional fighting method of the Kalai clan is to release magic directly with their own magic ability like Princess Jiaqi.

So, Barestan and others who fell to the ground finally waited until the arc sparks on their bodies disappeared, and the whole person was no longer trembling due to the electric current. They finally saw a white-skinned female Kalai with purple eyes wearing a cyan camouflage uniform slowly walking towards them.

"Female? Humph! Only females would dodge... Ahhhhh..."

Before Viscount Barrestan finished his words, a white electric current instantly generated in front of the beautiful woman in blue military uniform in front of him, and went through his open mouth to his internal organs.

"So what if I'm a female? Am I born to let men like you talk about me? Now I'm rinsing your mouth for you, so that you can think clearly about your current situation."

After speaking, Viscount Barrestan, whose internal organs were burned, had no ability to speak anymore, and pulled out his sword, a thin sword that looked only two fingers wide.

"Are you sure? But your companions don't seem to want to get up, and they all kneel on the ground."

Facing a Kalai female soldier who can release high-voltage arcs, and other soldiers of the Kingdom of Nigan who have prepared various firearms in their hands, a group of desperate people kneeled on the ground with great regret. The raised hands and lowered heads not only showed that they followed the wrong master, but also showed that they would never take the initiative to come up and seek death like the Viscount.

Just looking at this silver rapier that looked a bit like a toothpick, Princess Jiaqi covered her mouth and laughed softly.

Yes.

There is no blacksmith in the Kingdom of Nigan who would forge such a rapier that is only suitable for showing noble status. If it were a minotaur or a caveman, they would be even more disdainful or just put it away and throw it into the steel mill for recycling.

Moreover, compared to the rapier, Viscount Barrestan and other desperate men saw other soldiers handing a straight, single-edged sharp blade to this beautiful woman who was prone to nosebleeds just by looking at her face.

That's right.

Military standard rapier.

The blade is at least 84 centimeters long with a length of one meter, an eight-millimeter blade spine and a four-centimeter wide blade.

Viscount Barrestan was confused by this.

He looked at his rapier without saying anything. For some reason, the sword in his hand seemed like an embroidery needle. At the same time, his right hand holding the sword began to tremble.

But he had no choice. If he wanted to escape, he couldn't be faster than the lightning and bullets. Secondly, the purpose of his sneaking in this time was to poison the military rations of the Kingdom of Negan.

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By the way, kidnap a cook of the Kingdom of Negan.

But he never thought that a job like cook, which should be done by menial servants, would be done by such a beautiful but dangerous woman in the Kingdom of Negan.

So...

After deciding on the next plan in his mind, Viscount Barrestan took out some coke-like powder from his pocket, and then opened his mouth to swallow it.

Sizzle!

"Oh oh oh..."

"No drugs. Don't think I don't know that all of you rebels live on drugs."

"You...we have fallen to this point, you Negan...must never forgive us!"

"Oh? Still have the strength to speak? Come on! Let me see if you have the right to live."

So, Viscount Barrestan saw a silver light across his neck, the sword in his hand broke into two pieces, and his head touched the ground covered with green grass with the tip of the sword.

Obviously, even without using magic, relying on her own strange strength and the sword skills taught by her father, Princess Jiaqi did not regress at all because she gave birth to a child and became a mother.

On the contrary, in the eyes of the desperate people who were taken to a distant place and waiting for a new life, Princess Jiaqi was an existence that they dared not face in their lifetime.

For no other reason, they could not beat her, even if they had guns.

But what choice did they have?

In this chaotic world where fighting and wailing were heard from time to time, being alive was far more important than the so-called freedom and equality.

As for freedom and equality being more important than life... those were things that some idiots who were too full would crave in their dreams.

After all, in the current Golson Kingdom, if you don't want to die young, then try your best to get the chance not to be killed by someone. Even if your job is actually to kill someone, it is much better than letting someone chop off your head for a bounty.

It is better to live than to die. Perhaps this is the creed that the soldiers of the Nigan Kingdom gave themselves.

Of course, the priests and bishops of the ascetic church said and scolded them for betraying the Lord's faith and surrendering to the heretics. None of this mattered anymore, especially with the muzzles of guns pointed at their heads.

Perhaps calmly accepting their fate was the most important thing for these prisoners of war who could not eat Ma Ben, had no weapons or equipment, and whose dry food had turned into black charcoal powder...