This was the most direct manifestation of the profits of war, even the Viscount of Beraud, the city guard.

At least on the surface.

Everyone at Fort Radford saw that Viscount Beraud had surrendered all his property, including dozens of money bags full of gold coins. It was a common practice among the aristocracy, and under normal circumstances two hundred gold pounds (a normal value of gold coins, not fifty times the value of the blonde Wilson) was a bag. Considering the strong value of the gold pound, a city guard like Viscount Beraud, who handed over dozens of bags of money at once, was already considered a high-ranking rich man in the Saxons.

Handed over the money, the viscount seemed to be dozens of years old all at once. He didn't even have the strength to walk away from the payment site, so he could only lean against the pillar next to him, and the whole person slowly collapsed to the ground along the wall, his eyes darkened.

The castle guard has paid it, can the others not pay it?

The time limit for the Heavenly Maniac is only one day.

In the early hours of the next morning, the giant soldiers began to go from house to house to arrest everyone, gathering in the open spaces and squares, carefully searching the entire city.

All the supplies in the warehouse were sealed, especially the grain.

The vast majority of the townspeople were honest, and they handed over the last penny in their pockets. But there are always a few lucky people who think that the giants are big but not so smart, and they are turned through boxes and cabinets to find money hidden there in secret corners............ They were worn on sharpened wood and planted in the most conspicuous places in the city.

Not all private collections have been discovered.

The Heavenly Maniac continued to order: Fort Radford was placed under the administration of the Empire, and from now on, 250,000 inhabitants were to be enslaved and sent to the north.

This is no less than a bolt from the blue for those who have already surrendered. As a representative of the general public, Viscount Beraud, who was fluent in giant language, hurried to the castle guard, which was occupied by the Heavenly Mania, and asked the Legion Commander to take back the order. However, the reply he received was only a slight modification of the original one———— there were so many liars and pretenders at Fort Radford, and so little gold and silver that His Royal Highness was outraged, and he must punish all who dared to deceive him.

I forgot to mention that since Tianhao ascended the throne, Tianfeng and Tianmad have been promoted to princes.

The reason is simple, you want money or death, you decide.

Fort Radford was in chaos.

People reported each other, and a flood of whistleblowers appeared overnight. It can be nothing more than "I know where my neighbor is hiding his money" or "I know someone has gold that he hasn't handed it in."

Without exception, the reported people were investigated and punished, put into a huge slave camp, and taken to the fortress of Shenwei in batches.

Two hundred and fifty thousand people was a large number, and together with the accompanying food, the long procession stretched more than ten kilometers back and forth.

The Heavenly Maniac hosted a banquet for Viscount Bolaud at the castle guard's mansion. The latter swept away the depression when he paid his property before, and the whole person became radiant. He toasted to the heavens frequently at the banquet, and his face was full of smiles.

People who cherish their lives and know how to judge the situation usually have a good ending. Viscount Bolaud was very cooperative in all kinds of things, he took the initiative to perform, making everyone think that he was in misery, in fact, those money bags full of gold coins were only temporarily handed over to the heavenly mad for safekeeping, and when the matter was almost over, they would be returned to the name of Viscount Borow.

The seizure of a city's wealth, both in importance and quantity, far exceeds the confiscation of a nobleman's property.

Fort Radford surrendered voluntarily after all, and the Celestial Maniac needed an excuse to turn most of the citizens into slaves. It's human nature to be jealous and hurt each other, as long as you put enough pressure on them? The good thing about kindness will be gone.

The good guys have become slaves, and the rest of the city is crooks, hooligans, scoundrels, thieves and robbers.

Heavenly madness selected a group of strong people from among them, with a total of 20,000 people, and issued them weapons to form the "First Legion of the Imperial Security Maintenance Force"? Abbreviated as the "Provisional Regimen Army".

Is this a strange and awkward name? Originated from Tianhao. No one would understand that this was a bad taste, but in Tianhao's opinion, it was an indispensable and important means of attacking the southern countries.

Before you go? Tianhao taught a lesson to all the senior generals, including the corps commander. The main content is the overall battle? The most important part of this is the rational use of the comprehensive resources of the occupied areas. "Population" is an important component.

Tianmad remembered what Tianhao had said at that time.

"There are far more white Southerners than we are, more than three billion. So many people? You can't kill it? Is it difficult to ensure a permanent occupation by means of war conquest? It is also difficult to translate into the benefits we need. So we need more troops, and that part of the army is generated from the white people. Choose the most rebellious group among them? Give them a certain level of benefit? Give them weapons, train them, and let them act as auxiliary forces. ”

Within the Dragon Empire, there is a specific name for the "vigilante force———— puppet army.

After the end of the Second World War, many people believe that one of the many mistakes made by the Führer during the war was that he did not pay attention to the rebel corps of the Red Empire.

The problem in front of Tianhao is similar. The capture of Fort Radford was only the first step in the southern crusade, and both the towns of Audwin and Ep, which had already begun construction, were only the core of the control of the occupied areas. In order to truly consolidate the occupied territories and generate profits, it is necessary to invest sufficient manpower in management.

Although the northern tribes have been integrated into a large empire, there is still a large gap between them and the white southerners in terms of population base. Tianhao's current focus is on the development of the northern region, and he has invested a lot of resources in this regard, and it is impossible to have enough men and troops to enter the south. On the issue of "managing and maintaining law and order," we can only rely on the puppet army for the time being.

Viscount Beraud is a smart man, but he is not yet a spore transplant chosen by Tianhao. He was well acquainted with the situation at Fort Radford, and the Heavenly Maniac appointed him as the "Commander of the Garrison Army at Fort Radford," and he had to complete the training of 20,000 new troops within the stipulated time.

The newly occupied city needed to be built, and it needed a lot of new buildings to match the size of the northern giants. The transfer of large numbers of white slaves to the north did not mean that the region was temporarily abandoned, but that the two major raiding legions would continue to bring in more prisoners from all over the country, given that the war would continue. As long as the orderly flow of replenishment is maintained, the progress of the project here will not be delayed.

It takes time to deal with these things, but the madness thinks it's worth it so far. If even Fort Radford cannot be secured, it will be difficult to proceed to the next phase of the operation against the city of Moldant.

……

Town of Odwin.

Long Lingxiao stared at a soldier kneeling in front of him, his face pale.

According to the plan, he should arrive at the newly built logistics base next week with the main force of the newly formed First Army. However, he received an urgent report from below, which forced him to come in advance with the guards Starry Night.

The enlarged town square was crowded with men, all of whom were soldiers of the newly formed First Legion, totaling six thousand.

The one kneeling in front of him was a lion clansman, and as for his name, Long Lingxiao was not interested in knowing, and he didn't bother to read the report again.

"Do you condemn?" He took the whip from his waist and whipped it at the man's face.

There is no need to answer, this man is indeed guilty.

He raped a white female captive by force (harmony).

"Your Majesty has repeatedly ordered that you strictly prohibit having sex with white female prisoners, do you take Your Majesty's orders as wind in your ears?"

"White people, our enemies, from the beginning of our ancestors, have sworn to stand against white people. Say, what do you want to do? ”

"You're challenging our great race, the great emperor."

The evidence is conclusive, there is no need for a trial, and the flogging is only to torture the flesh of the tortured person and make him suffer more. By the time Long Lingxiao was tired of scolding and beating, the lion man had already broken his skin and flesh, and his body was covered in blood. His hands and feet were tightly tied, and a strong rope strangled his mouth, and a knot was firmly tied at the back of his head, preventing him from making a sound.

He was dragged to a makeshift execution table and was in public. It's just that the number of knives that have been cut is not so much, Long Lingxiao issued an order of "fixed fifty", no matter what, this is his own clan after all, and it is a first offense, and it must be punished, but the key is the vigilance effect on others.

……

City of Moldonte.

Viscount Cohen sat on the sumptuous sofa and stared coldly at Baron Hutson, who was leaning across from him with a depressed expression.

"It's all you, it's all you who made me do this."

"If you hadn't asked me to disperse my army and garrison the villages, the situation wouldn't have deteriorated to the way it is now. That's 20,000 soldiers, 20,000! ”

He exuded a strong smell of alcohol all over his body, and the military uniform buttons were open, revealing thick black chest hair. If you were familiar with Hutson, you wouldn't have believed that the Baron, who had always valued his image, would be like this. He leaned on the couch half-sideways, his hair unkempt, and he was like a hangover drunkard.

"It's good for you to voice all the grievances in your heart." Viscount Cohen's words were cold, and he could clearly hear some schadenfreude.

"It's all because of you." The half-drunk man was still conscious, he struggled to raise his heavy eyelids to look at the other side, raised his trembling finger at the viscount, and roared in a hysterical voice: "You promised me that everything was under control, and you promised to compensate me accordingly." Now that the army is gone, and there are damned northern giants everywhere, the situation in Moriente has deteriorated to such an extent that even the king himself cannot solve the dilemma. You...... You are a nobleman, where is your dignity? And also...... What exactly do you want to do? ”

The alcohol-numbed mind was still somewhat confused, making it difficult for Baron Hutson to straighten out his mind. But his subjective logic remains, knowing that the cause of all these problems lies with Viscount Cohen.

The latter did not answer and did not bother to answer. He got up from the couch, strode up to Baron Hutson, raised his foot, and kicked him hard in the leg, causing Baron Hutson to fly out sideways and fall to the ground with great force, screaming.

No one came in, this was the fief of Viscount Cohen, and everything was up to him.

With an inhuman scream, Hutson struggled to his feet from the floor, staggered to the cabinet, and barely stood by the furniture. Raising his hand to wipe the blood from his forehead, he stared at Viscount Cohen with a frightened gaze: "...... How do you have so much strength? ”

The Morente County Guard looked at him coldly: "Don't imagine everyone as a waste like you. ”

"Waste? You say I'm trash? It was a very simple sentence that completely infuriated Hutson.

"Okay, I can retract what I just said, after all, you are the best officer I have ever met, and you have indeed relied on your own efforts to get to where you are now." Viscount Cohen's tone softened slightly, but the content did not change: "That's right, it is true that I asked you to disperse your troops to various villages and towns. But you can say no to my request at that time. ”

Baron Hutson was stunned for a moment, and his face slowly became ugly.

The Moronte County Guard was right, and he really couldn't find a reason to refute it.

Viscount Cohen turned and walked to the wine cabinet, poured two glasses of red wine, and walked over to Baron Hutson and handed one over.

"We are not enemies. Strictly speaking, we have common interests. The Viscount looked at Hutson hesitantly taking the glass of wine and smiled faintly: "Actually, I am full of gratitude for everything you have done, but you must understand that on certain occasions, you must make smart choices. ”

Hutson stood there with his glass in his hand, his eyes revealing incomprehension and deep doubt: "What do you mean?" ”

"The day before yesterday, I received the news that Fort Radford had fallen, and an army of up to 200,000 giants had begun to move south, and their next target was the city of Moriente." Viscount Cohen spoke lightly, as if he were talking about another world.

"What did you say?" Baron Hutson was completely stunned by this terrible news, his hand was crooked, and the red wine in his glass spilled on the ground: "I got the news the day before yesterday...... You...... Why didn't you tell me? ”

Viscount Cohen was over forty years old, and he stared at Hutson with eagle-like sharp eyes, and seemed to smile: "You are not one of ours. ”

It sounded a little inexplicable, but an even more terrible thought arose in Hutson's mind and became clear. His whole body trembled, and his teeth were constantly fighting in the inside of his mouth.

“…… You...... You and the giants...... Surrender...... Traitor ......"

The words were spaced far apart from each other and were not connected, but they were enough to indicate what Baron Hutson had in mind.

"Do you know why I said you're the same kind of person as me?" Viscount Cohen didn't explain, he turned around and walked to the sofa and sat down, crossed Erlang's legs, and looked leisurely: "I was born in a family full of sins, my father was an earl, but he was a shameless fellow, promiscuous (harmonious) sex, and both men and women, just the descendants who have direct inheritance, there are as many as thirty-three people. ”