Strictly speaking, the Great Plusian Empire was indeed a prosperous and rich country.

Its feudal production relations and complex domestic trade networks brought a great deal of wealth to the empire.

If these peasant women had access to the ruling class of Grand Pruus, perhaps they would have had a "good life" as well.

But this is obviously impossible.

While they still had some clue about what was to come, the knights' swords split their shoulders and waists in half.

And the moment their lives turned into minced meat on the ground, it was also the only way to "contact" with the nobles of the empire.

It's just that this kind of contact must be too costly, and it is definitely not the effect they want.

They ran out of the house, then screamed and hid back.

Although this will not change the fate of their deaths, it is at least better than dying directly in the streets.

They hid anxiously in the dark apartment, but it was difficult to find anything that could block the doorway.

It's a pity that for the civilization level of the Wiegand people, just producing a working wooden door is a luxury for them.

A civilization that has been deformed since its inception, they craft simple siege weapons such as ladders and suggested siege towers, and chariots draped in planks. It will also produce looted resources into tools to take advantage of.

But they can't do anything as simple as installing a door for their tribe.

Maybe they don't think it's necessary, after all, as long as they put two layers of animal skins in the place of entry, it is enough to achieve the factor of privacy and warmth.

The women hugged their children tightly, and they shivered in the constant smell of blood in the air.

After clearing the streets, the knights finally understood what kind of enemy they were dealing with, and they wiped the blood from their blades with some disdain, and left the rest of the work to their squires.

"It's just a bunch of women and children, and it takes the noble knight to do it himself?"

Yes, although their knights are not keen on dealing with the weak themselves, this does not affect them from harvesting the lives of these people.

In their eyes, this inferior race is not worthy of being on a continent with an empire, even if it is hiding in the mud.

The chief knight led a group of knights to look at the stars in the sky, which became a little dim at this moment.

This is because after a night of fierce fighting, a new dawn arrives, and the old stars disappear in the sky.

The people of Grand Prus, on the other hand, believed that the stars that rose every night would die before the dawn of the next day, and that the stars that would rise again the next night would be a new group of martyrs.

The Sardinians believed that the stars were like the monks of the Church and the knights who fought for the Great Prussians, a group of brave and fearless people who were willing to give their lives.

Therefore, at dawn, these knights often pray to the stars.

Reflect on your sins and appreciate those good qualities.

One of the knights looked at the starry sky, and he couldn't help but say:

"Your Excellency, in our operation today, more women and children are killed. ”

He didn't organize more language, but just elaborated on a fact. In the chivalry of this era, the item of "forgiving one's enemies" has not yet been extended, and even if there is, it is for one's own people.

But even so, his words did not cause any knight to resent him. There was even a knight who added:

"Brothers, we stand here praying for Sardinia, while our acolytes continue to slaughter the natives who are not religious. ”

"Although we are knights who fight by force, is this really Satina's will?, I wish we were all men tonight, at least it would be worthy of our training and faith!"

One by one, the knights began to express their opinions.

Although they were always in front of outsiders, they always professed to have no distractions except the will of Sardinia and the emperor.

But they were the eldest sons of the great noble families in the empire, and they had learned something outside of the church, so while they were determined to carry out the orders of the Grand Master and the Emperor, they would occasionally discuss more topics in private.

Of course, only for discussion.

Of course, the brightest young men in the entire empire, excluding the clergy, understood that their interests were in the way of the present empire.

Any disobedience to the orders of the Emperor and the Grand Master was nothing more than a weakening of one's own power.

The knight known as the "captain" was only a young man in his twenties after all, and when confronted with the knights who were not only his subordinates, but also his companions and brothers, he did not directly use the tone of his superiors to suppress them directly.

But it also went through some thought of its own.

"What is such a 'sacrifice' compared to the stars in the sky? Moreover, since we can stand here and laugh instead of being killed by the enemy, this is what Sardin has arranged for us. ”

"We are God-given people, and we are destined to pass on the radiance of God to places beyond the reach of the present sun. So that all the people in this land believe in Sardinia and can truly love God is where our merit lies. ”

"It's just a necessary sacrifice on our way forward. ”

After hearing such words, the other five knights also nodded silently and began to pray to the gods.

"May the glory of Sardinia shine on every inch of the world, may the royal family of the empire prosper, the crown never falls, and may the people of the empire no longer suffer from the oppression of foreigners......"

We cannot tell whether the next day's morning light will be made more brilliant by the sacrifice of the stars and the holy deeds of the knights.

But when the sun shone again, a tribe of Wiegand disappeared forever from the world.

The knights' attendants carried out the knights' orders as if they were knights resolutely carrying out the orders of the Grand Master.

They were either minor nobles who were not well-born, descendants of stewards in the farms of the great nobles, the luckiest of the groom's sons, or young nobles who were not old enough to be knights.

Although they are not as skilled and intelligent as their masters than their masters, they make up for it with an uncompromising attitude to work.

In the Order, there is indeed a chain of relationships called "worship". This relationship is like a chain of relations between the nobles of the empire, but it is much simpler.

That is, the knightly squires or knightly apprentices are at the very end of the order, and although they enjoy the same treatment as full members in the empire, they are essentially only auxiliary and reserve forces in the order, and are at the lowest end of the order's status.

And the next level is the knight, the knight is produced by the apprentice of the knight, usually in the knight who has had two or more years of knight apprenticeship in the knighthood, for the heir of the territory of the great noble, becoming a knight is a natural thing, but for the knight of a small noble family or even a commoner (such as a deceased person), it requires a lot of luck.

Then there are the "elders" in the Order, who not only serve in the Order for two to three years longer than the average knight, but also serve in the Knights for two to three years, but also in the midst of which only those who are better and have leadership skills.

And the person at the top of the Order is their Grand Master, the Knight of Sword. As the name suggests, the Grand Master is the person at the top of the Order.

The head of the Order is the object of allegiance of all members of the Order, while the elders are the elite of the Order.

In the same way, only the elder can serve as the head of the regiment, and the position is subject to the time of withdrawal.

The virtue of their order is that their subordinates obey the orders of their superiors unconditionally, and the superiors are required to selflessly grant their martial arts and commands, and become their spiritual idols.

However, it should be noted that with the exception of knights, who are personally appointed by the head of the Order, the elders and grand masters are elected by the members of the Order.

This is the bond of their complex relationship: trust and obedience.

Except for the apprentices, they are already brothers regardless of their actual position, after all, the so-called Knights are more like a large "community organization", and they will eventually leave the Order and return to their fiefdoms one day, at that time, the so-called Knights will be nothing more than a joke and a joke.

Eighteen knights silently rode their horses and retreated to the camp.

They weren't the first squad of knights to carry out a slaughter, and they won't be the last.

There was once a nobleman who had a conversation with the Sward knight who sent this order for his own benefit, after all, these nobles also preferred the Weegand slaves who were large and unhuman compared to a barren land.

But Sword finally found a reason to get both the emperor and the generals to support him.

He questioned the nobles from the north

"If a raid of the Wiegand tribe captures a Great Prussian village...... Tell me, then, what the end result will be?"

The nobles were silent.

It's a topic they're reluctant to answer. They needed slaves on their farms, and they had no incentive to waste the wealth they had to die for their dead compatriots.

But they are also a large group, and there are always friends in this group who recognize Sword.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, General...... The Wiegand would kill all the Great Pruss in that land, take everything they could move, burn down the houses there, and in some cases, even limit their actions to the possession of our women......"

Emperor Perris frowned deeply.

Although he was only fourteen years old, he was still mature enough to understand the meaning of these words.

He hesitated for a moment, then finally looked at Knight Sword and his soldiers.

"Go do this, General. Emperor Perris sighed.

"The blood shed by our ancestors is enough to forgive them. ”

Almost overnight, Ward's tactics paid off.

In the land where the knights had trodden, even the most ruthless soldier could not laugh out loud.

Les looked at the charred earth scorched by the flames, and smelled a great stench of corpses in the distance.

They were so numerous that the blood they shed had already made it out of the confines of the village, and had naturally slipped into the path of the Imperial Legions.

He looked away with some disgust.

I really don't know what those knights think, they will turn the war into such a thing.

Because the Sward Knights had eliminated the tactic of searching and killing by light infantry at the front, a large number of Wiegand hunters were once again active in the swamp, and even more desperate than before.

At first, Rice thought that it was the successive victories of the empire that had pushed them to the point where they had to fight desperately.

Recent observations, however, point somewhat helplessly to a fact. These Wiegand people were completely red-eyed because their hometown was burned down.

It was at this moment that a voice rang in his ears.

"Aren't you going to go over and have a look?"

Even without having to turn around, Rice knew who the person he was talking to was.

But Pavel's voice still startled him, and he immediately retorted in a small but quick voice.

"Are you crazy? Everyone is afraid to avoid it, and you are the only one who wants to come over and see? What is there to see over there, but it is just a pile of human corpses, haven't you ever seen a corpse?"

Not only were the soldiers of the Empire not happy to see them, but even the officers were ordered not to touch them privately.

Instead, Pavel raised his voice so that the soldiers around him could hear him.

"Soldiers, Les, we should go over there and see how much the war has brought to the people of the Empire!"

But I have to say that the veteran's words did have some inflammatory effect, and as soon as his words fell, some soldiers stopped moving forward.

Some of them, like Rice, were volunteers of the Great Pruth who came with a bloody heart, while others were veterans like Pavel, who had a bloody feud with the Wiggans.

But it seems that the more these veterans are disgusted by this kind of massacre.

They slowly turned their heads away, staring at the corpses.

He did not step forward, nor did he retreat, but watched them quietly, and slowed down the march.

There were no tears, no applause, just behind the slaughterhouse, they were looking to see through.

The knight on patrol saw this, but instead of doing his duty to flog the unruly soldiers, he stopped his horse's hooves and spat in the direction of the village.

scolded: "It's hell on earth." ”

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