Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

The soldiers of the Guards Division shuttled through the mountains and forests like ghosts.

As the most loyal army in the entire empire, their personal combat effectiveness has also reached the peak of the individual.

The strongest body, the strongest combat skills, and the best equipment in the world.

It is difficult for outsiders to understand why the Guards Division is so powerful.

Unless... they can also cheat.

Simon can easily keep up with the rhythm, but he and his guards are elites who have returned from hundreds of battles, so it is not surprising.

Seeing that ordinary soldiers of the Guards Division have such strength, some who later became Simon's guards couldn't help but sigh: "Sure enough, there are always stronger ones among the strong. The Guards Division around His Majesty is indeed different."

An old soldier chuckled and suppressed his voice: "I told you a long time ago that His Majesty is a saint by nature, and those who follow him will prosper. They stay by His Majesty's side every day, so of course they are better than us."

In this regard, everyone only envied, but not jealous.

After all, they are not bad, and... His Majesty is sacred, what is there to be jealous of.

Simon said nothing. He personally went deep into the mountains with his guards, which was not in compliance with the regulations.

The staff officers also tried to dissuade him for a long time, but unfortunately he had great authority and was not something that ordinary people could persuade.

There is really no difference between self-confidence and arrogance sometimes.

The winner is right.

Now, Simon is going to win again.

Outside the mountain village, Simon watched the soldiers of the Guards Division easily take down the sentry post.

For the Shanyue tribes, the mountains and forests were originally their protective layer, but unfortunately this time it was the other way around.

The elite of the Guards Division were like ghosts in the mountains, flickering.

Simon stepped on the mud and moved forward, watching the gate of the camp being opened.

Obviously, the Shanyue tribes here never thought that the enemy would sneak in silently.

When Simon walked into the camp, he was startled.

Then... it was a one-sided massacre.

The elite soldiers fought in small teams. When they encountered organized resistance, they directly brought out infantry artillery, and one shot could solve the problem.

Fighting, resistance, despair, and finally surrender.

When the sky turned white, the black double-headed dragon flag had been planted on the camp.

Simon stepped on the blood and walked up to the high platform of Shanyue sacrifice, holding the rotting head in his hand.

The so-called headmen, elders, and nobles were all pressed to the ground and surrendered to the conqueror.

The clattering boots stepped on the wooden boards, making their hearts rise and fall.

Simon walked to the front of the captives and threw the head in front of them with a thud.

"If you violate the etiquette in front of the king, you will be sentenced to death.

If you intend to rebel, your clan will be exterminated."

The head rolled several times like a ball, and the stench rushed into the nose.

The headmen and others stared at it with wide eyes, but they could no longer distinguish the appearance.

But they understood Simon's words.

In the past, they despised the Great Xia Empire because no one had a gun pointed at their heads.

Now kneeling on the ground, the arrogance and domineering have long disappeared.

"Sir, great imperial envoy, we surrender, we are willing to be the loyal dog of the Great Xia Emperor."

The headman screamed shrilly, and from his expression, he was obviously defeated.

The killing frightened him and made him realize his own weight.

Unfortunately, Simon would not give him a chance.

"Surrender earlier, and I will give you a chance to be a dog.

Unfortunately, you embarrassed me in front of His Majesty, so I can only use you to wash away the shame.

Also... remember to call His Majesty the Emperor after you go down, and teach your son... to be respectful."

Simon didn't care that his words today would spread, it was nothing more than a few more people attacking him for crossing the line.

It doesn't matter.

Too many debts don't worry, too many lice don't itch.

Ignoring the headman's shrill screams, Simon ordered coldly: "Kill them, pile up in Jingguan, and take pictures by the way, I want to put it in the newspaper."

As the empire calmed down, more and more clowns jumped up, and he wanted these idiots to remember how cruel the outside world was.

Soon, under the guidance of Simon's personal guards, the soldiers of the Guards Division began the massacre.

They really had never done such a thing. As the emperor's military guards, they had no chance to come into contact with such killing.

Simon's guards, on the other hand, didn't care and treated it as an ordinary mission.

They killed and killed, and they had to chop off heads to build Jingguan. Many people couldn't stand it.

Fortunately, they were all elite soldiers of the empire, and no one was stupid enough to object.

When everything was over, Simon took a day off in the camp and then calmly led the army to retreat.

It wasn't until the afternoon of the next day that the Shanyue people who got the news came to support.

But the whole camp was silent. Except for the crows, there was no sign of human life.

The Shanyue leader who came over noticed the depressing atmosphere and carefully sent people in to check.

Then... Wow!!!

Everyone vomited. Even for the barbaric and brutal Baiyue tribe, there were few such brutal acts.

And a black flag fluttered in the wind, and no one dared to take it down.

…

The bloody slaughter continued. If Simon’s style was brutal, then the Guards Division as a whole was a cold pack of wolves.

They followed a strict plan and executed it meticulously.

They ended lives efficiently.

The mountains and forests were like their masters, appearing and disappearing mysteriously, making people afraid.

The Shanyue tribe had never thought that one day they would be hunted in their own hunting grounds.

It was like a cold joke.

When the Great Xia Empire is serious, the so-called Shanyue tribes are vulnerable.

Even the photo of Simon standing in front of the Jingguan quickly spread throughout the empire.

I don’t know how many people cursed him, but there were more cheering people.

…

Pierre of the Guards Division was reading a newspaper in his sentry post.

As the commander of the Guards Division, Pierre is already a middle- and high-level officer, and naturally has some privileges.

His guard poured hot water for him, and happened to see the picture in the newspaper, and couldn’t help but exclaimed: "General Simon is really a killing god, killing wherever he goes."

In the past few days, the hottest news is probably Simon wielding the butcher knife again, and there are all kinds of discussions.

Pierre agreed with a face and supported: "General Simon did the right thing, this kind of mountain people should be killed."

The guard looked at him, smiled and agreed with a few words, and then went out.

Pierre's face quickly calmed down, but he didn't show any extra emotions.

He read the newspaper again. To be honest, he did think that the Shanyue tribe should be killed, and Simon was also a powerful character.

So, it is even more important to make sure that Simon is not here.

There is no technology to fake photos at present. No matter how crazy Simon is, he would not dare to massacre the people of the empire around His Majesty the Emperor.

So, it is absolutely safe.