"Kill all these rebels!"

"For the great king of the sea!"

"For the establishment of the pirate kingdom!"

"For the sake of wealth!"

"For women!"

......

With the earth-shattering shouts of killing, thousands of heavily armed pirates rushed up, easily broke down the wooden walls of the country nobles, which were only more than two meters high, and slaughtered into this so-called "castle", where they began to slaughter mercilessly.

Any man with a weapon, or who does not surrender on his knees, will be killed as soon as possible.

Those who surrendered on their knees were skillfully strung together by the pirates with ropes, and gathered in an open space waiting to be sold to the slave traders.

The fate of the women was even more miserable, except for the noble maidens who kept their virginity and could sell them for a high price, and the rest would be ravaged and ravaged for the next day or two, until these vigorous beasts had vented their satisfaction, and then they would be sold again to slave traders.

There is no forgiveness!

There is no mercy!

There is no so-called sympathy!

Since the landing, the pirates under the King of the Near Sea have almost burned and plundered all the way, neither accepting surrender nor allegiance, nor sparing any worthy town.

His method of establishing the ruling structure was very simple and brutal, that is, he first killed the original ruler, destroyed the local foundations, and then canonized his cronies to administer a region on his behalf.

Short on money?

Never mind!

In the lands they ruled nominally, pirate captains could attack and plunder towns and villages with impunity, kill all their original owners, reduce ordinary residents to slaves, force them to cultivate the land day and night, or simply package and sell them all to slave traders in exchange for the initial bloody accumulation of capital.

With this kind of scraping the ground and almost brutal suppression, the guys who dare to resist in the entire Attalus region are basically about to die.

The trade-off, of course, was that the population quickly dwindled by more than half, and most of the remaining half was reduced to serfdom and became the private property of the "new lords".

However, a handful of lucky people managed to win the favor of the king of the near sea through flattery, and not only did not lose their personal freedom, but became the second most powerful person in the land after the pirate captains.

They were none other than the smugglers who had previously provided the pirates with supplies, information, and intelligence.

As a successful smuggler, Hassata is one of them.

In the beginning, he only relied on a small sampan to secretly transport a small amount of weapons and armor to the pirate harbor, and sold them to the pirates who needed them at a high price.

Later, with the stimulation of staggering profits, the business became bigger and bigger, and finally there were even twelve boats, large and small, doing normal maritime trade business while expanding the scale of smuggling.

Eventually, he seized the opportunity to become the new owner of the wooden castle and the surrounding land.

He is middle-aged and slightly fat, and he is standing on the blood-stained balcony at the moment, looking down condescendingly at the numb expressions of the male captives in the small square, as well as the heart-rending cries and screams of the women, and asks without looking back: "Venerable Sir, when you rejected me, did you think that you would end up today?"

"Kill if you want! I will never give in to a lowly smuggler or filthy pirate like you. ”

Kneeling on the ground behind him, his hands trapped in a twisted shape, the old man in black armor spat fiercely.

From the stubborn expression on his face and the unyielding look in his eyes, it was easy to tell that he was the lord of this land, a professional warrior who was completely out of production.

"Hey, old fellow, who do you say is dirty? Maybe, I should teach you what politeness is. One of the pirates next to him drew his cutlass and walked forward with a sinister grin.

I saw that he didn't hesitate at all, picked up the sharp scimitar, and directly cut off the opponent's left ear.

Moment!

Scarlet blood trickled down his neck, quickly soaking through the white shirt underneath the armor.

"Hmph, coward, is this all your courage, cut off the ear of a captive who is defenseless, why don't you try to cut off my head?" the old man called Sir did not show a look of fear, but raised his head and mocked loudly.

"Damn, you think I wouldn't dare?" the pirate was visibly enraged, and slashed his neck viciously with his scimitar.

But as soon as the knife was raised, Hasata stopped him: "Wait! Don't kill him! He is deliberately provoking you to die early to be freed." ”

"Damn! I almost fell for this old fellow!" the pirate snapped to his senses and immediately retracted the scimitar that was already on the verge of slashing at his neck.

But he was obviously unwilling to let the other party go like this, and raised his boots stained with mud and blood, and kicked them in the lord's face, trying to vent the tyranny in his heart in this way.

In less than a moment, the old man's face was covered with blood, and his left cheek was even higher and swollen, and he looked extremely embarrassed.

In fact, I have a way of destroying his ridiculous self-esteem and making him willing to lie on the ground like a dog, clearing the few remaining obstacles for us. The corners of Hasata's mouth turned up slightly, and a cruel smile appeared.

"Oh, what's the way!" asked the pirate, wiping a handful of blood splattered on his face.

First of all, his dignity came from the fact that he was a man and a lord at the same time. So, we first have to destroy his masculine pride, that is, castrate him. Secondly, take him to the dungeon and force him to watch his daughter being ****ed day and night, until there is only a half-breed bastard left. At that point, I'll see if he can be as tough as he is now. ”

When he said this, the smuggler made no secret of the hatred and viciousness in his heart.

As the saying goes, the more repressed you are, the crazier you are when you vent, even to the point of perversion.

"No!!!!!! you bastard! I'm going to kill you!"

Hearing that he was going to be castrated, and that he had to watch his own daughter being besieged by a group of filthy pirates day and night, leaving the mongrels who had tarnished the blood and glory of the family, the old man's eyes were suddenly bloodshot, like a demon crawling out of hell, even if someone dragged him behind, he still kept struggling forward, and his head kept hitting the ground with a bang, as if he wanted to knock himself to death.

"Kill me? You didn't do it 20 years ago, and you can't do it today, 20 years later. On the contrary, I have a debt that you need to pay......"