No one dares not to carry it out, because that would cost the official position, the loss of the title.

No one dared to object, for those who dared to oppose had become corpses with different heads, their heads hung from the trees outside the air terminals at Fort Noor, and their bodies thrown like garbage on the tidal flats of the Organ Coast, and the tide stained the sea red with their blood.

No one dared to protest because, according to the old Duchess, the protesters and their families were beheaded en masse, and many school children were even forced to visit.

It was a massacre, and it was also a show, to show all the people loyal to the old duke in "Aradell", and to all the civilians of "Etiya", so that they could know that "the sky had changed".

It was only now that it dawned on Edward's fleet for blockading "Etiya" that the reason for the blockade of "Etia" was a lie, and Captain Don was just a tool that happened to meet and was then used by Surbacho to carry out his long-planned bloody purge.

What "revenge for the old duke" and "for the maintenance of national dignity" are just used to deceive people's hearts and cover people's ears, just like the young duke's "stubborn and self-serving" label.

The main targets of Edward's fleet were not Captain Don, but officials who refused to submit to the young duke, civilians who dared to say "no" to the Kernar family.

The fleet is a symbol of absolute force. The cannon is a proclamation from the powerful to the rebels. The head is a demonstration of the strong against the weak.

That's what Sulbacho thinks, and that's what he does, regardless of the feelings of others—perhaps in his eyes it's no one else, but a herd of pigs and sheep in a pen.

Of course, for pigs and sheep, it is not wrong to describe him as "rigid and self-serving". But for the "people" in his eyes, this is not called "stubbornness". It's "eloquence".

The first human head outside the Fort Norr Air Terminal had a pale face, shriveled lips, and a pair of angry black eyes, and the top of the head was a short, uneven hair, stained with dirt and blood, and the roots stood on end. As straight as his spine once was.

Meng Haoyu never thought that he would end up like this, he had read many history books, and knew that since ancient times, loyal ministers had no good end, but knowing is one thing, and how to behave and do things is another.

He values the safety of the commoners of "Etia" more than his own life, but he is regarded by the awe-inspiring heir of the old duchess as a dog, an old dog that can be discarded at any time, which is very dramatic, even more ironic and pathetic.

In fact, he was more hate-hate! Like his angry gaze and his hair standing on end. Full of hatred for Sulbacho and the old duchess, because Sulbacho not only beheaded him, but also connected him to nine clans, including his granddaughter who was less than 3 weeks old.

In such an era, in such a society, how can he not hate such a thing? How not to complain? How not to get angry?

This is just the beginning, not the end......

The old duchess was a man of Chinese history. She read many, many books, but that didn't give her more positive values. She just likes to read, loves to read, reads for the sake of reading, does not seek to understand, and never explores the deep meaning of the article, the author's emotional expression between the lines.

When he was held down by the gendarmes on his shoulders and knelt on the organ shore, looking at the calm water, he remembered the old duke. The sudden words of this woman, who had always been in love with the old duke and his wife, gave him a real glimpse of what it means to be "the most poisonous woman's heart".

She smiled and said to Sulbacho's assistant Uzhita Nashun: "I remember that Meng Haoyu is a member of the Huaxia tribe, and it is said that the Huaxia tribe is very servile, but there are also many loyal people, such as a minister surnamed Fang, who was punished by the Ten Clans because he refused to be loyal to the new emperor. ”

Uzhtanashun is a very observant person. Surbachgio's assistant again, where could he not understand the words of the old duchess. AS A RESULT, MENG HAOYU WAS ABLE TO LIVE FOR A WHILE LONGER, BLOW MORE SALTY AND WET SEA BREEZES, SCOLD A FEW MORE WORDS LIKE "YOU ARE A BIAO CHILD", SOMETHING HE WOULD NEVER SAY BEFORE, LOOK AT HIS TEARFUL JUNIORS MORE, AND REGRET AND PAIN FOR A WHILE.

It wasn't until his relatives and close friends in the army were escorted to his side one by one, staring blankly at the sunset on the Organ Coast with the waves, that he ushered in the last pain of his life.

The island on which Congreve lived had become the burial place of their old vassals, the waters of blood staining the shore red, more dazzling than the halo of sunset, and the occasional seabird flew by, and saw countless headless corpses of various sizes on the shoreline, and the shocking blood-red, which rushed into the thick clouds as if frightened and did not dare to show their faces.

Those dark clouds seemed to surround the ghosts of the island that refused to disperse, and they were so thick that people were suffocating.

There was no thunder, no lightning, and no rain falling from the sky, washing away the thick red that could not be dissolved on the shore.

Only a few fish, attracted by the smell of blood, jumped out of the water from time to time, greedily looking at the corpses on the beach, waiting for them to be swept into the sea by the tide and become food for their mouths.

Meng Haoyu was not alone, opposite him was McDowell's bewildered face, occasionally swaying in the wind, sprinkling drops of plasma on the ground.

The road leading to "Fort Knowul" is very long, and the sign made of human heads is also very long, and there is no end in sight, like the Yellow Springs Road leading to the Blood Prison.

The road is very open, and I haven't seen a car pass by for a long time, and the quiet makes people panic, the quiet makes people depressed, and the quiet makes people sad. Just like those heads raised in the wind, there are men and women, old and young, some with their eyes closed, some with angry eyes open, some open their mouths and breathe hard as if they want to retain the taste of the world, and some are expressionless like a faded white paper.

These people have different expressions, but they all have one thing in common, they have advised Surbaggio, or when the old duke was in power, he made a claim that was detrimental to the interests of the Knard family, even if it was just a small profit of sesame mung beans.

Hatred is not just a feeling, it is more like a seed that will bear fruit at the right time.

This is just a warning, a demonstration by Surbacho to the people of "Aradell".

He wants to tell the brutes who have become more and more greedy under the rule of the old duke, in this era, in this country, only with a gun can you have the right to speak, and only with a gun can you be a "person". Only with guns can you do whatever you want.

Guys who don't have guns are just slaves, they're livestock—more advanced animals.

When they are frightened by such bloody terror and choose to compromise, the next thing is for him to set things right and destroy the social order of Congreve. When class relations returned to normal, although the United Kingdom of Turanks, under the deliberate guidance of Henrietta's old and immortal old school forces, was setting off a moderate wave of institutional reform, in the final analysis, the old school forces felt that the general trend was gone, and could only rely on this way of quenching their thirst, sacrificing the interests of some nobles to gain the support of the people, to resist the new forces led by Zanggowell.

How many years will those old guys live? The old-school forces will eventually be replaced by the new forces of Zangowell, and as for those popular waves, the call for institutional reform ...... Just wash the sky and the earth with blood, as they do now, and those lowly animals will honestly bow their heads. Keep doing what they're supposed to do.

Civilian? Is it different from livestock? The fact that Henrietta and his men had degenerated enough to win the support of the people was in itself a sign of cowardice and failure. Only the strong are worthy of fighting, and the weak are used to enslave and squeeze the value of their labor.

Sulbacho was very disgusted with such things, and he was the same with Congreve, even if it was his father.

In his opinion, Congreve is getting older and more confused. It was slowly moving away from Zanggowell's camp and slowly approaching Henrietta's side. This is not only a fall, but also a betrayal.

In Sulbacho's opinion, they are the nobles who are the masters, and the commoners...... It is no different from the livestock that is raised.

Need support from livestock? Do you not put yourself in the herd of livestock? This in itself is an insult to the aristocracy, an insult to "people", not a class contradiction at all. Rather, it is a more acute contradiction between man and livestock.

Therefore, he was disdainful of Henrietta, resentful of Congreve, and unkind to Meng Haoyu.

In a sense, he can't talk about being stubborn. For example, shrewd political skills and decisiveness.

In another sense, he was very rigid and self-serving, such as those extreme ideas of aristocratic supremacy.

Sulbacho did not directly participate in the purge of Meng Haoyu, McDowell and others, but handed it over to his most powerful assistant, Uzh Tanashun, who was familiar with such a thing, and second, he himself could not leave, because he had to sit in the military port of Goldin to suppress the garrison naval fleet of "Aradell" and some of the top officials of the Amber fleet, who were loyal to the old duke, and force them to abdicate or relinquish. This is the most important reason why he did not go to Kandal Island to attend the funeral.

Goldin Military Harbor is located in the outer void of the eighth planet of the Aradel star system, and has 600 warships of the local garrison navy, and more than 1,100 warships of the Amber fleet, of which 70% of the high-ranking officers have sworn allegiance to him under various pressures or threats, only the deputy commander of the garrison fleet, Claston? Keith & Amber Fleet Commander Steinbeck? Shelley and a few others have not yet fully surrendered. Surbachgio's bloody purge in "Etia" was a warning to the civilians of "Etia", and it was not an ultimatum to Claiston, Steinbeck and others.

Handed over power or even nine clans, or even ten clans? They can only choose one or the other.

Surbacho believed it was an easy choice, for the blood of the headless corpses of the Organ Coast had not yet dried up, and the red had not yet faded.

Once a son of heaven and a courtier, how could they not understand the truth? There is only one way to die. Congreve is dead, no one can save them, and from now on he Sulbacho is the heaven of "Etia", the heaven of "Aradel", and the heaven of the entire dukedom.

He said that there must be light in order to have light!

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Golding was silently suspended in the dark cosmic void, as many as 300 warships swam in the nearby airspace like fish, and unmanned early warning facilities and space-based defense systems weaved a huge net around the military port, imprisoning the entire void.

Heretic-class fast assault ship, missionary-class frigate, Truesight-class reconnaissance ship, Knight-class destroyer, Holy Knight-class light cruiser, Archbishop-class heavy cruiser...... These religiously religious-style warships resemble spiders crawling in a giant web, giving people a sense of religious solemnity and oppression.

The solemn atmosphere is not only in the outer void of Golding, but also on the inside, especially the viewing platform of Aradel on the front of Section A, which is more like a pearl of light than a silver platter, even though it is so far away from the central star.

Looking through the huge transparent glass window, it is not at all blazing, it looks small. It's very bright, it's round, it's refreshing, it's a little reverie, and there's a feeling of reminiscence.

The starry sky is always so quiet and so beautiful. It makes people feel comfortable, like returning to the arms of their mothers...... Isn't it?

But Chryston? Keith couldn't be happier, Steinbell? Shelley couldn't be happy either, and the only one in the whole hall who could be happy was Sulbacho.

He sat with his back to "Aradel", his not very broad shoulders seemed to cut off all light from the outside world, only his face was slightly distorted by his smile, which was perhaps destined to become a nightmare for some people in the room, and even the brilliant and warm sunlight could not dispel it.

In stark contrast to the starry sky in the background, it wasn't just his face that was distorted by his smile. There is also a projection on the dining table showing a scene of the Organ Coast.

The blood, the headless corpses, the glaring uniforms...... And those that wash over the coast again and again. It diluted the bright red on the ground, diluted the smell of blood that permeated the island, diluted the beauty of the starry sky in the background, and diluted the hope in the hearts of most of the generals present.

They thought that the purges would come, that Sulbaggio would smile at them one day, but they never imagined that the purges would be so tragic. I never thought his smile was so cold, like the gaze of an evil god.

On the table is a bouquet of delicate red roses. It's not the right time, but it's also very timely.

Next to it are neatly arranged dishes, and the dishes are in perfect condition without the slightest defect.

No one had moved their knives and forks, not even the wine in the glass, except for the goblet on Sulbacho's right hand, which was only a pale crimson.

He didn't raise a glass to him. Just drink quietly and alone...... Looking at those heart-wrenching images, I quietly drank alone with elegant movements that were extremely inappropriate to the environment.

The waiter in a tuxedo fills the empty goblet, backs away, fills it up again, backs it up again, and then backs it up, pure white gloves and a clear glass. The dark wine bottles, as well as the slowly flowing rose red, blend and collide, and the whole picture is like a repetitive literary film.

Claiston and Steinbel's faces were unsightly, and the wrinkles that were originally full of movement were like toilet paper that had been ironed, very pale, and there was a sense of sluggishness.

Steinbell shifted his gaze from the curtain of light in the center of the table to the bright dishes in front of him, and felt that the plate was not filled with vegetables, but on the heads of several of them.

Claxton stared at the red liquid flowing from the waiter's hand as they rolled up in waves and gently hit the inner walls of the glass, feeling like blood, spurting out of his severed neck and into Surbachgio's mouth.

The faces of the next few senior military generals were covered with a thin layer of sweat, and they didn't know where to put their hands, pressing the knife and fork for a while, and touching the napkin in front of them for a while, they were a little scared, and they regretted even more that they didn't stand on Sulbacho's side in the morning, otherwise they wouldn't have to participate in such a Hongmen banquet and were forced to give up power.

Beside Steinbell sat the deputy commander of the Amber Fleet, Scott? Horner, his back tilted back slightly, his neck resting on the back of the seat, a slight smile on his lips, a hint of sarcasm.

Although he knew that Sulbacho would not hand over the Amber fleet to him after Steinbel handed over power, it was most likely that he would choose a confidant general from Edward's fleet. This may be a pity, but it is better to keep the official position than Steinbell and Claiston no matter how you look at it.

Steinbell once scolded him for being a wall...... What now? He is well and can continue to serve in the army and enjoy the power and glory given to him by the young duke, but what about the commander who has a position and principles? After today, I am afraid that I will never appear in the military circles again, and even in the future, social activities will be excluded and made difficult by others, just because I didn't know how to promote at the beginning.

Sulbacho picked up the napkin hanging from his chest, dipped it in the corner of his moist lips, and slowly stretched out his right hand to beckon everyone to dine.

Still no one dared to move, because he didn't move.

Surbacho was very satisfied with the atmosphere of the scene, which gave him a sense of power and the pleasure of looking at the mountains and seas, and felt that it was great that Congreve had died, he had never been as free, happy, and relaxed as he was now, as if every pore of his body was open, and he was greedily breathing in the mellow aroma of fine wine

Power is really fascinating, and there is nothing more precious in the world.

A staff officer who was directly responsible to him walked into the room from the outside, stood very solemnly and bowed, and after receiving his approval, went to the head of the table and presented a copy of the paper.

After reading it, Sulbacho frowned slightly, and his face showed a little displeasure.

The report came from the Edward fleet, and it was about a series of situations in which the convoy lost contact and the explosion occurred in the "Rulzan" scientific research compound.

Footage taken by the low-altitude orbit space-based satellite of "Rourzan" shows that all the people in the convoy have been killed, and the explosion occurred in the area of the scientific research facility where the members of the "Brotherhood" are located.

Since there was such a large-scale explosion, the most likely result was that both sides would lose, whether it was the people of the "Brotherhood" or the people he sent, they had already turned into dust under the explosion, which made him a little unhappy.

Of course, it's just a little unpleasant, after all, compared to the full control of the dukedom, those are trivial things.

He handed Wen Jiàn back to the staff officer, waved his hand to leave, tried to squeeze out a smile, and said, "Is today's meal not to the appetite of several generals?" ”

After saying this, without waiting for the next crowd to react, he turned his head and said to the waiter behind him, "Go and call the chef." (To be continued......)

PS: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I missed AzraelRain, I can't get up from bed Xiansen, and Yang Wang, a book friend in the group, in the testimonials in the previous chapter.