Lindong City stood at the exit to the hinterland of the Capetian family, like a giant beast from ancient times, calm, strong, and unshakable.

With the departure of the First Legion and the Second Legion, the atmosphere in Lindong City has also become tense, although there has been no exact order from the Imperial City, some commanders have begun to work on the materials of the war.

Cartloads of steel spears and swords could be seen drawn from the armory every day, wiping their blades with grease, and cargo ships carrying grain by sea were frequent.

In Ron's name, Lindong City issued an order that from now on, a large-scale spy elimination mission will be carried out in the Capetian family's territory, and the outside traders are advised to keep their identification, and once they find that unidentified people are left in the city, Lindong City will temporarily restrict their personal freedom.

As soon as the order was issued, even the frequency of the rangers was much higher than usual, and the cavalry and clippers of the brigade took Lindong City as the center, patrolled and reconnoitred within a radius of nearly 100 kilometers, and found that it might be a spy and immediately arrested.

Lindongcheng's order was to bring the suspects back to the prison for interrogation.

But under Yazov's command, these rangers usually do not devote their energy to interrogating prisoners, and at this juncture, the cavalry adheres to the spirit of "it is better to kill a thousand by mistake than to let go of one", anyway, only if you are suspected of collaborating with the enemy or a spy, they will directly take the prisoner to a remote place and chop off the head with a knife.

Neat.

Panic.

The Shadow Regiment and Yazov were indeed masters of terrorist operations, and under their command, a large number of beggars and petty traders in the Capet family's territory were expelled or killed in large numbers, and among the dead there may be some spies, but most of them are innocent outcasts.

At the bottom, they were not qualified to raise objections to Lindongcheng's decision.

The dead are wiped out in the dust, and those who are lucky enough to survive can only silently pray in their hearts that this turmoil will pass quickly and that it will not befall their heads.

"Exiles and beggars are the easiest identities to disguise. Yazov took the reins in one hand, and his cold gaze swept over the people hiding in the shadows on both sides of the road, their clothes in tatters and dirty, most of them looking scrawny and weak.

This is a well-known slum in the town of Palan, where most of the displaced people who have fled from other places choose to congregate, because compared to other towns in the family, the town has the least level of surveillance of displaced people.

After all, the mayor of the town who rules this land is the baron Karl, who is known for his mediocrity and laziness.

"I remember 10 years ago, the town of Paran was not in this dilapidated state. Yazov frowned, looking at the houses on both sides that were badly eroded by wind and rain, and there were some collapsed walls in the distance, it was obvious that this place had not been repaired for a long time, he raised his head and looked at a building at the end of the road, the wall was inlaid with the golden lion insignia, but the original color was no longer clear, Yazov licked his lips: "Is there an armament department, or a barracks?"

"Karl this idiot ......" someone next to him answered, it was the cavalry captain under Yazov, he had been patrolling various places for a long time, and he knew the situation in Paland Town better, and he snorted coldly and said: "He used all the money to build his palace, and the soldiers lived in leaky houses, and the weapons and armor were eroded by the damp rain for a long time, and he couldn't even afford to buy grease for maintenance, and the last time I came here to inspect the army, his soldiers couldn't muster their weapons, and even sharpened a wooden stick to use as a spear!"

"How many troops does he have?" asked Yazov with a blank face.

As a nobleman, it is your right to have proper pleasures, even if you scavenge the wealth of your lords and exploit the serfs all day long to make them work, but to be so harsh and stingy with your own army is a sign of stupidity to the extreme.

The army is the most powerful weapon to maintain the rule of the aristocracy, you can not care about your people, you can not care about your land, but the army alone cannot be slack.

"When the Duke first gave him the town of Paran, there were five hundred infantry, and now I am thankful that I can make up a hundred!"

Yazov's expression was indifferent, he glanced at the frightened gazes cast on both sides of the road, he had led hundreds of cavalry into the town for more than ten minutes, and still did not see any officials and soldiers under Karl's command coming, this dullness once again refreshed Yazov's bad opinion of Count Karl.

Sluggish, stingy, stupid, good for nothing.

"Who is the military commander of Paran Town?" asked Yazov, if this time it was not his own army, but the enemy, then judging by the speed of reaction at the moment, I am afraid that the enemy has attacked Karl's castle, and his army is still counting by name.

"Tran Turton," replied the cavalry captain, "it was only a few months ago. ”

"Huh?"

"He was robbed by the outcasts," explained the cavalry captain, "and it is also possible that the soldiers are robbers disguised as robbers, after all, they have not been paid for a long time, and a few months ago, Tran left Karl's castle and met a dozen robbers on the way, and in the scuffle, he was smashed in the head with a hammer." ”

"Aren't there patrols on the streets?" it was unbelievable that a military commander had been killed by a robber in his own sphere.

"My lord, according to the evidence and motives at the scene, it is most likely that the patrol is the prisoner. The cavalry captain smiled bitterly.

"How did Carl handle this?"

He raised the walls of his castle by fifty centimeters, and increased the number of his guards from twenty to thirty. The cavalry captain shrugged his shoulders, "By the way, I also bought a pair of close-fitting inner armor, and I even wear it to sleep." ”

"Since then, the army in Paran has been in a state of idleness and near collapse, with soldiers squatting on street corners during the day and dozing off at night and changing their clothes to rob at night," said the cavalry captain, an almost open fact, and the grim situation forced them to switch between the two capacities, "There is no way, if you don't do this, you will probably starve to death." ”

Yazov's face was expressionless, but the cavalry captain who had followed him for many years knew very well that the heart of the deputy commander was already angry at this time.

"Let the cavalry check these outcasts," Yazov ordered, glancing at the tallest building in the center of town, and slowly drawing his sword from its sheath, "Shadow Regiment, follow me." ”

"My lord, is there really a spy of the Holy See in that castle?" asked a cavalryman in a low voice.

The cavalry captain said expressionlessly: "Who knows, but looking at the appearance of the deputy commander, I'm afraid that whether there are spies or not, Karl's old bastard will not be able to escape this fate." ”