Chapter 205: Riot

In a tall building far from the execution platform, two agents who had once belonged to the Fifth Division of Commerce were looking at the gradually chaotic square.

One of them put down the binoculars in his hand and asked his companion strangely, "This is arranged by our people?

"Probably not," the agent next to him frowned, "It seems like an accident, but it did make the square mess up." ”

And in the square, the surrounded Basco is far from being as light as the two agents in the distance, the civilians around him are gathering more and more, and he and the garrison soldiers he brought are no longer as relaxed as when they first came in, and the group of soldiers who escorted the young nobles are like a lonely boat in front of the dense flow of people, swaying from side to side, and it has become difficult to go out.

The shouting of the young nobles was like a fuse, which completely ignited the fire of the common people around them, and they suffered too many grievances during the days when Morgan William was in prison, indiscriminate raids, mass unemployment, and economic depression...... , The attitude and style of the nobles are actually no different from before, but the commoners who have experienced William's rule no longer think that all this is a matter of course as before, and they are born to be like this.

The crowd began to push Basco and the others, and the young nobleman, who was surrounded in the middle, was still staggered, and he shouted and cursed, not only for the civilians around him, but also for the "poorly protected" guards and garrison soldiers.

Basco was troubled in his heart, especially disgusted that the young nobleman could not see the time and occasion clearly, and was still provoking the commoners, so he turned around and roared and reprimanded: "Shut up for me!"

The young nobleman was stunned for a moment, and then said hatefully: "Okay, you wait for me." ”

The nobleman was not afraid of the civilians around him at all, because even now, the civilians around him were still just pushing and shoving, and no one really dared to do anything to him and the people around him, and he didn't feel that Basco had saved his life.

The young nobles were angry, and after the rule of Morgan William, these lowly soldiers began to disrespect the authority of the nobles, and a lowly military leader dared to yell at him.

"Basco. ”

One of the garrison warriors stabbed Basco with his elbow and gave him a look full of meaning.

As mentioned above, after William reformed the military system, a major move was the election system of grassroots officers, and those who could be squad leaders were not necessarily outstanding talents, but they must have great prestige in their own class.

Moreover, the soldiers of the garrison are basically from civilian backgrounds, and the suffering that occurred in the slums and civilian areas during this time is also happening to their families, and they have little affection for the nobles.

The resentment of the young nobleman hung on his face, Basco and many soldiers in his class could see it, Basco and the soldiers in their class had already been punished for making mistakes in the tavern some time ago, and if they were held accountable again this time, I am afraid it would not be so easy to be good, after all, the original party Navy did not have time to trouble them, but this nobleman was different.

Basco's face was cloudy, and he felt extremely irritated by the noisy sound and the incessant pushing environment, and the fear of holding a grudge against the nobles, and the deep guilt in his heart made his mind a mess, and his heart was filled with a anger that had nowhere to vent.

He thought of a rumor that was circulating among the low-level soldiers in the army during this time, but after all, it was difficult to make up his mind for a moment and a half.

However, although Basco had a lot of thoughts in his mind, his movements did not stop, and he finally escorted the nobles to the edge of the crowd with difficulty.

But Basco was quickly stunned, and through the already sparse flow of people, he saw that outside the crowd, Ferrisk and his sister were standing on the outside.

Felisk's sister was still crying lowly, wiping tears from her eyes, and the hat covering her forehead had been squeezed off at some point, revealing the sunken wound on her head, which looked very scary, and the timid and frightened Ferisk, who had been frightened by the crowd, turned pale and trembling, and had a wound on the bridge of his nose, which had been knocked down by the nobles' guards.

Perhaps it was the events he had heard about when they first met, and the fact that Ferriske was working in a tavern at the time, so Basco did not realize that Ferrisk was only a teenager of about sixteen years old, and it was not until he saw this scene that he really felt that this was just a poor thin and small child who had taken up the burden of the family too early.

Speaking of which, Basco thought that Ferisque was younger than the nobleman he was now protecting.

Seeing that he had finally squeezed out of the crowd, the young nobleman turned around and cursed again: "Untouchables!"

Basco sighed, and the next moment, the young nobleman who was cursing the commoners when he heard a burst of wind coming, and before he could react, he was hit on the back of the head by Basco's rifle butt.

The comrades in Basco's class, as well as the nobles' bodyguards, were stunned.

"Knock them over!" Basco roared.

His comrades-in-arms didn't say a word, and one by one, the soldiers who were also full of anger and had nowhere to vent their anger knocked down all the people who had been surrounded by them before.

"I've had enough of it. Basco walked up to the young nobleman, who was spitting blood from his mouth, his eyes were white, and he was twitching on the ground, pointed a gun at his head, and turned back to his comrades and said aloud.

The crowd, which had been noisy and riotous, was overwhelmed by the sudden change and gradually quieted down, and Basco's angry voice echoed over the square.

"I'm going to meet the true master of this country, is there anyone who wants to go with me or not!" Basco shouted to the crowd.

His comrades-in-arms barely hesitated for long, and were the first to say yes loudly, followed by a series of echoes from the crowd, and finally there was a lot of noise, and the whole square was shouting loudly.

"Good!"

Basco said no more, pulled the trigger, and a gunshot rang out in the square, followed by several more in quick succession, but they were soon drowned out by the shouts of the people.

Basco shot the young nobleman, and his comrades followed suit, shooting the nobleman's guards to death, and then Basco turned his head to look at the execution table.

The two naval soldiers who were originally guarding the video phone bug at the execution table had already noticed that something was wrong, and reported the situation that had happened here to the command.

The civilians followed, the makeshift execution table crumbling in front of the angry crowd. [.]