Chapter Thirty-Eight: Don't Forget. middle

"Ready! Put!! ”

As soon as the poor group of people escaped, they were discovered by the two squads of the October Legion guarding here, and after twenty crossbows fired at the same time and shot the first group of people who escaped into a hornet's nest, the rest of them were also chopped into meat by the October soldiers who rushed up at random.

"Phew, these bastards! Even you, these miscellaneous diseases, are trying to rebel against the will of the king and the strength of the royal city of Puron? I really don't know whether to live or die! ”

An October soldier kicked the corpse on the ground with disgust on his face, when another soldier walked over and said. "Don't make a fuss, Peso. Hurry up and clean up these corpses, the king said that these people are not worthy of the respect of the royal city, all of them were pulled down in the field and bled and buried under the soil, and we will plant new wheat fields on this land in the coming year. ”

"Got it. But then again, Wang is really all kinds of savings, and even this can be imagined, which is really amazing. ”

The soldier named Peso sighed. At this moment, his companion glanced back at him, and then said something mysteriously.

"I heard that our royal city did the same thing when it first fought, when more than a hundred bandits came to attack our royal city and were killed by the counter-attack, and then the king dealt with the group of people like this, saying that if the glory of the royal city can't avoid bloodshed, then let the whole world be covered with corpses."

"Huh? Only a little over 100 people? Peso blinked in surprise, if he remembered correctly, the current reserve of the city of Prun was three thousand six hundred, and the regular army had reached the size of two thousand.

"Stupid, at that time, the royal city had just been established. It is said that at that time the king had in his hands a reserve of twenty-five soldiers and a gang of serfs of less than fifty people. And at that time, there seemed to be several noble knights from another nobleman who also came to help, thanks to the king's many ideas, and the hard life consumed those bandits, otherwise I really don't know if we can have today. ”

With that, the soldier, together with Peso, threw the body on the wagon.

"Smack!" After two laps of the carriage, the groom in front of him understood, and immediately pulled the corpse of a whole carriage away.

"That'...... And what about the twenty-five soldiers and those reservists at that time? Where are they now? Peso asked curiously.

With a finger of his hand, the central street in the most prosperous area of the Pulun King City at the foot of the mountain, twenty meters back, is a slightly lonely, but it has a natural lofty status, and it is a neighborhood that only the first batch of Pulun people are worthy of stepping into. On the street called "The Way of Loyalty".

"The first soldiers at that time were actually the city guards at that time, but now the surviving people are members of the Praetorian Guard of the October Knights, and the families and widows of those who died have all moved in, and it is said that those who can enter that street will henceforth have their fate with the fortunes of the royal city of Puren."

"Oh, that's right......" Peso blinked, his big green eyes fixed on the street at the foot of the mountain. With an expression of envy or longing on his face, he said, "That's good, I really want to move into that street." ”

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On the other hand.

King Pullen used the sunspots to control the overall situation, and after the Welsh riot was known to all the targets, he deliberately set up this bureau for the Welsh to clean up their own internal affairs. Clearly, after this baptism, the spirit and anger of the Welsh, who had been repressed by the day, had been perfectly cathartic, and King Pullen's goal had been achieved.

"Crunch...... Crunch ......"

It was early the next morning.

With the creaking of the gates opening, a group of thousands of Welshmen carrying blood-stained stones and sticks stood in the doorway, with a numb expression on their faces. Thousands of pairs of godless eyes looked ahead, and the overall momentum looked particularly sad and sorrowful. The memory of the massacre of compatriots is not a good memory, let alone something to boast about, so they can only choose to be silent and silent to face the unknown fate next.

That's right, the Welshmen don't know if the city of Pullen will accept them next, and they don't know if what they do will be accepted by the king. Although they wanted to kill those high-ranking people to show the goodwill of themselves and others and their desire to integrate to the Puluns, after really doing it, the Welsh people began to fear again.

Especially when they saw the thousands of heavily armed troops of the King of Pullen outside the gate, everyone's hearts fell to the bottom, and everyone was shocked, and even looked at the hundreds of crossbow arrows outside the gate that locked on them at the same time.

And on the surrounding cliffs, there are also death ballabeds assembled and escorted, and they are also aiming at them with iron arrows that glow with cold light.

Just when the Welsh were panicking, Nick stepped forward.

He shouted at the Welshmen, "- Welsh! You have made the choice to kneel before the royal city of Puron and swear to sever one from now on and in the past. Then, you can get a qiē that you have never had before. However, if you choose to refuse! ”

This sentence suddenly made all the Welsh people "chuckle" in their hearts, and they all raised their heads and stared at the side of Ny's face with nervous faces.

"You don't need to worry! Just turn around and go back! ”

Almost all Welsh people subconsciously glanced back at the mines, and every time they looked at them, they remembered the torture and mental pressure they had suffered last night, and even in the last few days, and suddenly everyone shook their heads like rattles.

These Welshmen already had a strict psychological shadow about the mines, which was what King Pullen and Yania were happy to see.

It is only when they know the fear and pain that these people understand what the "red line" is