The adjutant was a little embarrassed, he glanced at the commander crest on the armor of the left arm of the male nose rather fearfully, and said hesitantly: "Your Excellency, I have not questioned the meaning of your order, and I do not want to go against the will of His Majesty the Lion King. But...... One day is too short, and many people in the city are afraid that they will not want to leave. They ......"

Xiong Nose waved his hand: "This matter is not negotiable, it must be carried out unconditionally." The vast majority of the people in Mane are civilians, and they will obey orders. As for those who refuse to cooperate...... Hehe, I'll take care of it. ”

Hearing this, the adjutant couldn't help but shudder.

Headless corpses lying on the ground are the best examples. These pigs are fierce and savage, they dare to kill even the city lord, what else dare not do?

When he hurriedly turned around and left to arrange a mission in the city, a very strange thought suddenly sprung up in the adjutant's mind.

"Maybe the dragons can really unify the entire northern continent and gather all the tribes together to form a single race. At that time, there will be no more wars, no more ethnic strife, and all will worship the one king. ”

Wrong, that's not the king, but the real emperor.

……

Large-scale migrations have never been difficult.

Xiongbi made thousands of iron microphones, and the lion adjutant immediately summoned the officers at all levels of the city guard, briefly explained the situation, and showed the secret letter stamped with the seal of the lion king.

The entire city of Mane was plunged into a tense and chaotic turmoil.

The dragon infantry and the lion city guards were a team of ten people, smashing doors from house to house. The captain held the microphone and repeated the monotonous but death-threatening commands.

"This is an order signed by His Majesty the Lion King and His Royal Highness the Dragon Regent: all the inhabitants of Mane City should leave the city now and head north. You have twenty minutes to prepare, leave the city from the north gate and walk along the main road. Don't worry, there will be people picking you up along the way. ”

"Only food and clothing, especially food, are allowed."

"Hurry up, go now, it's too late if you don't leave."

Dispersal operations began on both sides of the north and south sides of the city. The male nose focuses his work on the south side. More than twice as many soldiers were sent there, and the adjutant beside Shi Hong was also very cooperative, he was a wise man who understood things and knew what choice to make in this situation.

Civilians basically don't have much property, and what they really value is land. They may not believe much in the dragons' propaganda about war, but they will not refuse advice from their kind.

One after another, people left the city from the north gate and headed north.

They saw many city guards wielding steel chisels and hammers to tear down the walls. It was the practice of starting from the top of the wall and priing off the masonry piece by piece. Although the speed is a bit slow, there are not many parts that need to be demolished, and there is no need to bulldoze them all, just open a sloping passage inside and outside the city walls.

Not everyone will honestly obey orders, and the group of "recalcitrants" will exist at all times.

The method of dealing with the male nose is very straightforward———— directly asking people to chop up the wooden furniture in the owner's room who refuses to relocate and set it on fire.

It worked, and the resisters immediately knew that this was not something that would be accommodated by their own verbal protests. The wise among them will immediately relent, take their families and necessities and leave in a hurry. The stubborn will rush over on the spot and try to fight by force, and their end is nothing more than being swarmed by the soldiers, beating them up solidly, and then they will become honest.

As the migrants passed through the north gate of the city, they saw corpses and human heads hanging directly above the gates.

Many people can recognize it as the city lord Shi Hong. From then on, they no longer had any doubts about the migration in their hearts, and completely lost their hearts of slander and dissatisfaction.

No matter how much persuasion is trivial, there are also people who refuse to move out. It's easier to deal with them. Xiongbi ordered: kill them directly and cut off their heads to show the public.

Bloody brutality completely suppressed the chaos. By the afternoon, there were very few residents left in Mane City. The ramp of the city wall that had been ripped open was trampled and sank to the point of sinking more than ten centimeters, and the city was littered with garbage, and the streets and alleys were empty. The meager rays of late winter shrouded the abandoned city, the light faded in silence, and night reigned.

According to the order jointly issued by Tianhao and the Lion King, all the lion fortresses south of Roaring City moved north. Mane City is just one of them, but it's by no means the last.

The soldiers began to set fire to the city.

The food that could not be taken away was either burned or thrown into a manure pit. All wells were filled with filthy excrement and sealed with stones and earth.

Male Nose went to the extreme in carrying out his orders, ensuring that the white occupation forces could not get any supplies from the city, not even a single grain ration.

……

Two days later, Viscount Monio arrived at Mane City with his leading forces.

The gates were open, and not a single figure was visible.

When you walk in, you will see a dead city.

There were scorch marks everywhere, and it was supposed that there had been a fire that had spread throughout the city. Between the abandoned buildings, the corpses of giants can occasionally be seen upside down on wooden poles. They died in horror, with expressions of horror and struggle on their faces. The brutal punishment was no different from that of the Plantagenet Kingdom against the rioting civilians, with a long wooden stick sharpened at one end, inserted through the middle of the victim's buttocks, and sticking out of their mouths.

All this left Viscount Monio and his men dumbfounded.

A few days earlier, the expatriate scouts had sent back word that they had discovered the location of Mane City. Although the specific name of the city is not known due to language barriers, it is possible to roughly estimate the size and population of the city.

This means a lot of wealth.

"Can anyone tell me what's going on here? Where are the damn giants? ”

Viscount Monio felt like he was going crazy, and this was not the scene he had imagined it to be. He does not reject fighting, and it should even be said that he likes it very much. The most valuable trophies were giant prisoners of war, but now, there were no ghosts to be seen.

The adjutant stepped forward and persuaded in a low voice: "General, the giants have obviously escaped after getting the news. Please calm your anger, this kind of thing is actually normal. I think that's a good thing in a way. You'd think they'd just flee to the north, and all the giants would be able to take them all together when the time came. ”

The viscount's angry face softened slightly, and he nodded gloomily, reluctantly agreeing with the adjutant's words.

"Rest here for the night and leave early tomorrow morning."

The soldiers' ideas are always different from those of the big guys, and they don't care about the so-called "just war", nor do they understand the strong desire of the big guys for the northern lands. After entering Mane City, the soldiers of the Plantagenet Kingdom immediately began to search, and they did not spare any corner, looking for all the valuable objects in the ruins after the fire burned.

Everything that can be associated with the word "art" is valuable.

The northern giants are savage and ignorant, and this has long been the consensus of all white people. However, savagery has the benefit of savagery, and the most valuable thing is the giant itself. Their skulls can be made into taxidermy and sold for prohibitively high prices on the market.

Every time the remains of a dead person are dug up from the ruins, they elicit wild cheers from the white soldiers. The corpses were distributed by lot or by agreement, mainly bones, especially leg bones with thick joints. Only this part of the polished beads is the smoothest, the most textured, and the most valuable.

Viscount Moneo and the senior officers were unhappy with the state of affairs in the city.

There are no rivers near Mane City, and all water is taken from the ground. The wells scattered throughout the city are obvious, but they are unusable due to being filled with various debris. Viscount Moneo tried to order someone to dredge it, and after a few digging by the sappers, it was too much work, and if you wanted to stay in the city for a long time, it made sense to spend energy on it. But if it's just a temporary overnight stay, it's not worth investing in it at all, and it's better to use the drinking water you bring with you.

The Viscount chose the abandoned Castle Lord's Mansion as the location of the camp. Despite the lack of water, the cook managed to make a pot of soup. The main ingredient is the frozen mutton brought from Suolongguan, plus chopped carrots and potatoes, and a little oats when eating, it is a very good bowl of mutton in paste soup.

The only flaw was the bread, which was dry, cold and hard, and the normal way was to put it in the oven and reheat it, but the northern giants obviously didn't understand the role of this thing, and they didn't consider bread to be a staple food.

Monio doesn't like hot bread baked directly over a hot fire. Doing so will only give the bread a strong burnt texture.

After dinner, he sent a letter to the main force that was following behind———— he must let the Marquis of Elken know everything that happened here, and get more logistics from Suolong Pass as soon as possible.

The Viscount was an excellent general. He has encountered similar situations many times in previous wars. The walls cleared the wilderness, and all the personnel retreated, burning all the supplies that could not be taken away, so that the invaders could not get supplies on the spot, not even water.

Aren't the giants of the north all savage and brainless creatures?

Who made them do this?

This is the case with the city that has already been occupied, and will it still be the case with the next city?

These questions are so disgusting that just thinking about them is a headache. For the first time, Viscount Monio felt that the war itself was far less than it had been imagined. Especially the tall giant opponents, they are very shrewd and not at all as stupid as the Holy See proclaims.

We know so little about the northern continent.

With such regrets, the viscount sullenly stripped to bed, and soon fell asleep.

……

Northwest.

The Viking army had captured the entire canyon pass, establishing a series of supply stations along the way.

Flamar was a cautious man, and he valued logistics far more than the battle itself. From the beginning of Suolong Pass to the present, he has set up a supply camp every two days on average, and he has set up multiple supply stations along the way. With an average of 1,000 to 2,000 troops stationed at each site, the number of troops left behind will not have much impact on the battle situation.

Standing by the Pantuo River, looking at the rolling river, Flamar was slightly distracted.

The previous battle was so tragic that he remembered it vividly.

Although the cavalry of the northern giants was surrounded, no one dismounted and surrendered. They would rather die in battle, and even make a final impact when they understand that the situation is doomed, one-on-one fighting, fierce to the extreme.

More than 2,000 people fled through the valley pass. As a result of the inventory of the battlefield, Flamal obtained more than a thousand northern war horses, as well as more than 6,000 corpses.

In the south, there is a proverb that even a dead giant is worth a lot.

Flamal disagreed———— as the war continued as the Lock Dragon Pass was captured, the "corpses of giants" would take on an increasing share of the spoils. Scarcity is the eternal law of business, and judging from the most common "giant bone beads", the price will definitely plummet in the next few months due to the flood of similar goods into the market.

The other is a specimen made of giant heads.

The more he understood this, the stronger Vlamal looked forward to capturing the giant's captives alive.

Luckily, while cleaning up the battlefield, the soldiers found more than twenty wounded giants from under the pile of corpses. Some of them were stunned by artillery fire on the way to attack, and some were badly wounded and unable to move.

Flamar was delighted that he gave the prisoners the highest courtesy———— fine white bread, creamy vegetable soup, fresh stew, and plenty of wine.

The key to winning or losing a war lies in people's hearts, and of course the army and weapons and equipment are also very important.

The reason for valuing these giant captives is that Flamar felt that in order to win the war, he had to discover "his own people" from them. Whites, including themselves, know nothing about the North. Conspiracy is indeed a national disgrace, and as an aggressor, such people are urgently needed. That means a richer and more detailed source of information, and a more accurate and comprehensive approach to the entire situation.

The language barrier is a hard wound!

No one could read the square script used by the northern giants. For this reason, Vlamar cursed the damned Holy Lord behind his back countless times, why can't he spread the light of civilization even a little bit onto the vast northern road. The letters are so beautiful, and the square writing of the giants of the north is so ugly...... Well, that's probably why they're so stupid and barbaric.

Gesture expression is the basis of communication with each other. With a smile and preferential treatment, Flamar made the captured giants understand what "kindness" was.

At least it seems to him that way.

The first step in communication starts with each other's names.

Chicken yolk, hum, splash, taste palace, lick, can ...... The giant's pronunciation was so awkward that Flamar could only mark the syllables according to his own understanding. Of course, there was something else to be gained, and through gesturing with the prisoners of war, and drawing on paper, Flamar knew that there were several "giant states" on the northern continent that believed in wild beasts.

This army, which was defeated by itself, belonged to the "Land of Tigers".

(I recommended the new book "The King of Amnesia" for a lifetime, and I ran away for half my life, and I still came back as a teenager!)

Can a new life be started with a broken memory? ）