"Tolerance? Hehe! I don't think so. ”

Tong Yanfeng slowly stroked his jaw, which had grown a thick beard, and although his face was smiling, it was full of terrifying cruelty: "They are just consumables. This war will go on for a long time. "Victory" is not something that can be obtained by words, and the feet of the successful are always piled with countless bones. To fight a war is to die. Emancipating slaves was just a matter of gaining support. In fact, it does not matter whether the basis of rule is slaves or nobility. If the aristocracy were on our side, the victims would become slaves. As you can see, it is absolutely impossible for the aristocracy to give up the power they already have. We can only choose slaves. However, there are so many of them, especially in terms of thinking and consciousness receptivity, that they are far inferior to the highly educated aristocracy. The best thing to do is to let them consume as much as possible on the battlefield. With tens of thousands of people to storm a manor or a city, even if only one person survives, he may become a real elite. ”

Tong Yanfeng's words are not profound, and if he can become a "worker bee", the young adjutant can certainly understand the meaning.

The core of the Sixth Legion is more than 12,000 elite slave soldiers. They have followed Su Hao since the riot in Maca City, and they belong to the first group of people to be contacted by the "worker bees", and the probability of assimilation is quite high, and they can do the order and prohibition. These people have a lot of combat experience and are real veterans. Over the course of a few months, each person had at least five or more lives on their hands.

Clan periphery members are different. Due to the lack of manpower, the Propaganda Department was able to carry out only the most general initial influence on them. Of course, this will continue to change as a large number of slaves in the world of Rabangka are transformed into "worker bees". But for now, only the elite who have survived the previous battles are the ones who can really enter the assimilation process.

The smell of broth and bread fills the air. Breakfast had already begun to be distributed in the barracks, which foreshadowed an attack on the city of Flanderson in front of them.

Tong Yanfeng turned around and waved his hand very casually: "Let's go!" The sun has come out, and this rare calm will soon be gone. ”

……

The outlying camp of the corps was set up on the west side of the woods. There were more than 40,000 armed slaves here. The men who had been grouped in Maca City were almost dead, and the legions were growing in size with a steady stream of freed slaves along the way.

In the center of the logistics camp, dozens of large stoves made of stones are piled up. A large iron pot several meters in diameter was filled with water and was already boiling. Through the gap between the bottom of the pot and the stones, you can see large pieces of dry wood burning, and flames are constantly bursting out of the cracks, forming terrifying wisps of terrifying energy in the air. They mingle with the rising white vapor to create a special attraction for an empty stomach pouch.

More than a dozen men with meaty faces and terrifying sturdy men marched into the prisoner of war camp in a group. These men were all cooks for the recruit troops, and they were all naked, with only a bib made of animal skins hanging from them. They are tall and strong, with full and strong muscles in their arms, chest, back, and thighs, and their coiled veins and tendons are like dense tree roots. Even though the morning sun is not dazzling and the temperature is quite cool, the chefs are still covered in sweat and their bulging muscles reflect a terrifying special shine.

All the chefs have shaved heads, and their round butts and balls stand out in the sun. No one dared to make fun of them, not even the most daring slave soldiers, who would subconsciously keep their mouths shut when they saw the cook. People watched with awe as these strong men walked into the prisoner of war camp, picking and choosing among the hordes of prisoners of war.

"This one is okay, drag it out."

"This one has to be raised for a few more days. You bastards in charge of guarding, don't fucking deduct any more. It was said several times that they must be fed. Lao Tzu is raising people, not pigs. ”

Legion supplies were largely derived from plunder. The raw material for making zuò bread is mostly sock tubers, which are mixed with a small amount of flour. The texture and taste are average, but you can eat full. As for the broth, it also comes from one of the loots of the outing.

Almost all of the prisoners of war were nobles and haor owners. They live a privileged life, are fatter than the average person, and have a lot of fat on their bodies. The prisoners of war were held in groups of 50 people, separated by men and women. There is no deduction in the daily diet, the portion is enough for them to eat, but it is impossible to have good wine and delicious food every day as in the past.

Su Hao never thought that cannibalism was a sin. That's just the most basic expression of humanity in desperate circumstances. The world of Rabangka is not Earth, and the intelligent beings here may not be classified as human. Feeding on them can be regarded as alternative hunting at best.

A cook pulls out a prisoner of war in his mid-middle from his cage. The robes on his body had long been divided among the slaves, and only the innermost underwear remained. The middle-aged man was the owner of a nearby castle that had been breached a few days ago, and he seemed to be some kind of viscount. But in the eyes of the chef, he is just a fat and meaty human pig.

Slaughtering is such a thing that requires the help of others. At the cook's command, the four slave soldiers immediately swarmed up, grabbed the Viscount's shoulders, the back of his neck, and his legs, and bent his entire body backwards like a strangely shaped crooked shrimp. The unbearable pain caused the Viscount to scream, but the cook grinned wickedly, clasped his strong fingers around the Viscount's cheek, drew his dagger, and slashed at the throat that had been taut to the extreme.

Bright red blood gushed out like a fountain, and a scrambled slave soldier hurriedly came over with a basin. The basin was filled with pre-prepared coarse cereal and tuber puree, and when stirred, the hot blood quickly mixed with each other and merged into an inseparable whole.

It was a slave food that was widely spread on the continent of Labanca. While stirring the blood water, it is necessary to add various condiments. After condensing, put it in a pot and cut it into pieces and boil, and it tastes very good.

The Viscount's body was completely suppressed and unable to struggle, not even the simplest twisting. He kept his mouth open, but he couldn't make a sound. After a few minutes, the blood-soaked Viscount completely lost his voice, and the cook grabbed the back of the corpse's neck with his steel-like hands, and quickly cut off the head with extremely clever movements. The bloodied corpse was covered in a strange deathly whiteness, and the cook replaced the belt with iron tongs from his waist belt and forcefully pulled out the nails on the corpse's hands and feet. After doing this qiē, he picked up the dagger again and inserted it directly into the corpse's chest, the blade smoothly down to the abdomen.

Heart, lobes, liver, intestines...... A qiē is edible. The dirtiest and most difficult large intestines were thrown directly to the slave soldiers, and the other internal organs were simply rinsed, chopped into small pieces with a knife and thrown into soup pots for boiling. A few slave soldiers hung the stripped-dead baron on a wooden rack and burned it carefully from top to bottom with torches to make sure that all the hair was cleaned before removing the body from the rack and rinsing it as usual before carrying it to the cook.

The work of picking meat with a sharp knife from both sides of the shoulder is not something that everyone can do. Even the most murderous and fierce warriors on the battlefield can't know every muscle texture. The chef's understanding of food was unusual, and in a matter of minutes, the poor viscount had been cut down to a bone. As usual, the soft strips of meat were handed over to the slave soldiers to chop into small pieces, and the skeletons with little flesh were chopped up with giant axes and thrown into boiling pots.

The pieces of meat are quickly boiled until they turn white and rise and fall in the boiling water. In addition to salt, the seasoning is only one of the most common herbs on the continent of Labanca. The color of the broth gradually changes to a milky white. In order not to waste it, the severed heads were also cleared by the slave soldiers and continued to boil. It is also a delicate job, which requires the entire nasal cavity to be cut open with a knife and repeatedly rinsed out the mucous membranes and impurities. The ears and eyes are treated in a similar way. But there were always slaves who liked to eat raw brains and eyeballs, believing that they were a rarer delicacy than cooked meat.

Chefs never eat this kind of thing. To be precise, I would have never eaten this broth made by the corpses of the slave soldiers. They always thought that the slave soldiers did a terrible job of cleaning, often carrying unwashed feces and urine in their large intestines, snot in their respiratory tracts from time to time, and sporadic yellow stains in their chopped ears...... This broth, despite its fragrant aroma, always makes chefs feel sick. Only the unscrupulous slave soldiers could eat it, and the officers and captains did not even touch it.

Every day, a group of prisoners of war were killed. The most difficult to deal with were female prisoners of war. Despite Tong Yanfeng's repeated orders, there were still many female prisoners of war who were enslaved at night. These women are covered with fishy ****, and they don't have any spirit, and they seem to be half-dead. The next day, when the cook slaughtered people, he was always furious, always roaring and ordering the slave soldiers to wash the corpses repeatedly. Over time, the chefs even felt that the soup pots in which the meat was cooked were dirty, and it was disgusting to touch them just by touching them.

This scene of murder and slaughter was not covered up at all. Anyone can watch from the neighborhood if they wish.

Tong Yanfeng believed that there must have been a few spies from Flender Kenson City mixed in with the barracks. The slave soldiers and the cooks are doing these things that they can't hide from their eyes.

That's what you want.

The nobles of the city must be made aware of the plight of all the captives. The end of stubborn resistance is to be eaten as a snack. It's not moral, it's just a difference in attitude. If Kaejo surrenders, there is at least one way to live.

Terrible news will spread like the wind across the continent of Rabangka. In addition to the horror, the nobles must have become more wary of slaves. The treatment of the slaves will become worse and worse, and the signs of revolt and strife will increase. Instead of being killed at the hands of the nobles, it is better to join the army of the Earl of the Red Dragon and eat the damned nobleman's family one bite at a time.

……

Concentrate.

Offensive.

There was no suspense about the fall of Flanderson City. With advanced mathematical knowledge far beyond the world of Rabangka, each legion was equipped with a certain number of catapults. These powerful engineering tools can be disassembled and assembled to the comprehension ability of the humans of the Rabangka world, and even if they are obtained, they cannot be understood, let alone used.

By the time the walls were blown down by boulders, the battle was no longer in doubt.

A tidal wave of slaves flooded the city in an instant. The defenders' swords will, of course, take a lot of life in the course of the battle, but those who survive are also especially brave. Murder, robbery, rape...... Under all kinds of stimuli and impulses that have never been experienced before, the fighting consciousness of the slave soldiers is raised to the extreme. They knew that they had no way out, and even if they surrendered, the nobles would not let them go. Since the front and back are dead, it is better to rush in desperately and kill all those high-ranking guys.

The looting of the Sixth Legion was completely locust-like. They were not left in a single corner of the city, and all the property and supplies of the citizens were concentrated, loaded into wagons, and transported to the city of Maca and the rear base in a continuous stream. The main thing to transport is food. Except for the part that remained to maintain the legion, the rest were all carried away. The excess capacity is collected and burned. Tong Yanfeng carried out Su Hao's order without omission, money and valuables can be dispensed without, but food must be guaranteed, and no money must be left for the upcoming king's army. All in all, the King's army could never get any supplies from the area passed by the slave army.

The freed slaves and civilians were taken to the rear as usual. This is absolutely non-negotiable. Anyone who wanted to stay, had their head cut off. Men and women, young and old, nobles, commoners and slaves. Like the cities that were conquered in the past, Flender Kensen will be a white field.

There are always people who are attached to their homeland and refuse to leave. For them, Tong Yanfeng could only end with the most ruthless and cruel orders. In total, more than 26,000 people were killed, a considerable number of them slaves, and many more, civilians.

The entire corps suffered heavy casualties in offensive battles. Noble private soldiers and armed civilians also burst out with amazing combat effectiveness in order to keep their homes. But none of them can stand up to the beta-class "worker bees". Whenever there was a stalemate in the battle, or even when the Slave Legion was about to collapse due to excessive losses, the officers and captains who were watching from the rear would immediately lead the elite to rush up and crush the hardest parts of the defenders like a devastation.

The freed slaves rejoiced, and despite the fact that the entire Legion of slave recruits had suffered more than half of the casualties in the battle, they were replenished with twice as many losses. In the next battle, there will definitely be more people killed in battle, and more people will continue to join.

The city of Flender Kensen is in ruins. Houses and buildings were burned down. When Tong Yanfeng led the Sixth Legion to leave, the sky had been completely red by the rising and surging flames, and the "crackling" explosion filled everyone's eardrums, and the air was full of scorching heat, and even the ground under their feet became hot.

The bodies of all the nobles, including the lord of the city, were hung from wooden poles. The faces of the deceased had expressions of extreme pain, despair, fear, anger, and cries...... The bodies were stripped naked, and the killing methods were extremely brutal. All female aristocrats have been ****ed. Tong Yanfeng's purpose was obvious: he had to make the later king's army feel frightened, angry, and unfed, and that complex and strong emotions would become their heaviest burden in battle.

The broth is boiled every day, and there is no shortage of hundreds of nobles. If necessary, some of the slaves could even be slaughtered for food. There was always a part of those who were particularly disobedient, and who killed people for violating military orders, not only did not cause public outrage, but also showed that the regimental commander was just and strict.

Good and evil are always just the words of those in power. The truth is that simple.

……

Patrek was terrified. This was something he had never done in his thirteen-year reign as King of Jinka.

He wore an expensive white robe with a suited suit of elaborate tight-fitting armor underneath, and a beautiful lily and coat of arms engraved on his chest. It was a sign of status that only a king or high nobleman was entitled to have. No matter who it is, wearing this outfit will make people feel noble, not to mention, Patrek is originally a beautiful man with a good reputation in the aristocratic circle.

The King's Army came too late. The city of Flanderson had been completely burned down, and from a long distance, you could see the strange black ruins on the horizon. At that time, Patrek's mind was filled with extremely bad associations. When he and his guards rode frantically to the front, they were greeted by the highly decomposed corpses that had fallen from the wooden poles, covered with countless maggots, and emitting a strong stench.

Tong Yanfeng apparently considered the issue of having future generations identify the body. He left the corresponding noble coat of arms on the bodies of these victims. With the tattered fragments of his clothes, soaked in blood and putrefaction, Patrek reluctantly reconciled the pile of corrosion with the image in his memory.

Earl of Sully, Baron Morravelli, Viscountess of Fimer, Sir Ittle......

The coat of arms represents the status of nobility. One more partridge or one less rose on it means that the title is high or low, and the status is illustrious or not. Patrek really didn't have the heart to test the status of these dead people at the moment, he only felt an indescribable panic and helplessness, as if there was a devil lurking in his head, staring at him fiercely with a gloomy and evil gaze.

All the way from the royal capital, there were hardly any supplies along the way. The rioting slaves used strange tactics Patrek had never heard of. They penetrated deep into the king's territory from several directions, burning down large and small estates and castles. There was no bread, no jerky and vegetables, and even daily drinking water was extremely scarce. Under normal circumstances, it would take only two weeks to get from the royal capital to Flanderson Kensen, and even less on the march. And now, Patrek has been gone for more than two months. The position is high or low, and the status is prominent or not. Patrek really didn't have the heart to test the status of these dead people at the moment, he only felt an indescribable panic and helplessness, as if there was a devil lurking in his head, staring at him fiercely with a gloomy and evil gaze.

All the way from the royal capital, there were hardly any supplies along the way. The rioting slaves used strange tactics Patrek had never heard of. They penetrated deep into the king's territory from several directions, burning down large and small estates and castles. There was no bread, no jerky and vegetables, and even daily drinking water was extremely scarce. Under normal circumstances, it would take only two weeks to get from the royal capital to Flanderson Kensen, and even less on the march. And now, Patrek has been gone for more than two months.