The battle of the city walls is a huge meat grinder, and this statement only works if the defenders have elite soldiers, or warriors who dare to face death. www.biquge.info When the defenders on the city wall were all workers who had not eaten enough for four or five days and did not even have the strength to wield their weapons, this sentence was obviously reserved.

In less than an hour, the walls of Balatan had fallen, and a large number of workers had retreated to the buildings of the city, where they had fought back waves of enemies through street fighting. And now, they still have to use this way to prove that the working class is also powerful.

Kent was huddled on the second floor of a building, with a longbow and two arrows beside him, all of which had been snatched from the merchants' warehouses. He peered out the window into the street, quiet, without a hint of human voice. He frowned, according to the previous battles, those people should have broken through here, why didn't anyone see here? He looked at several workers around him, everyone's eyes were full of confusion about the future, and gloomy despair.

They are no longer fanatical and no longer think that self-help will save everyone.

"Would you like to go out and have a look?", one suggested, "go to the rooftop and you should be able to see two blocks away." ”

In order to facilitate transportation between factories and warehouses, Balatan has imposed modifications on many places. The city is like a huge sand table in the hands of the rulers, changing every building and every street as they wish.

The offer made the room even more silent, and Kent hesitated before standing up. With a longbow on his back and a pot of arrows, he climbed up the ladder to the rooftop. He didn't stand up, and his previous combat experience had taught him that standing on a high place could see far and become an eye-catching target. He crawled, slowly crawling to the edge of the rooftop, looking into the distance. The light of the fire burning in the distance left only shock in his eyes, and he could no longer tolerate other emotions.

It is the lower part of the city, which is the official saying, and in the eyes of the common people it is a slum. The crowded and narrow streets were not conducive to large-scale marches, and in several battles the troops from the nobles outside the city gave up invading the city from the slums. In the slums, three to five hundred people could often resist a thousand-strong rank, and with the familiar geography, it was easy to stop the march of the imperial army.

But this time, it's clearly different. The whole slum was ablaze with fire, and the wind was blowing with the terrible screams of the people and the smell of something burnt. One by one, the flags passed smoothly through the slums, through the almost undefended industrial areas, and into the heart of the city. He broke out in a cold sweat, stood up abruptly and looked back, behind him, the flags were constantly swaying and moving.

Oops, these people are coming from behind.

He shuddered violently, a great fear swallowed up his composure, he felt powerless, a feeling of weakness permeating his heart, and he didn't even seem to have the strength to take a step.

With a buzz, the air seemed to be torn apart by the sound, and there was an extra black spot in his sight, and his legs and feet fell to the ground in embarrassment, just avoiding this arrow. He crawled down the window and into the room on the second floor, all eyes on him.

He pointed to the back of everyone's defense in a panic, and his frightened voice became sharp and extremely unstable, "Kill, they, they killed from behind!"

How can it be?!

The thought came to everyone's minds at the same time, how did the Imperial Army get through the tight defensive line into the heart of the city?

Kent curled up in the corner, he used to think that although he was quiet on weekdays, he was definitely a man with a sense of responsibility. But just now, the moment he brushed shoulders with death, he discovered his own insignificance and his own cowardice. He curled up, hugged his legs, trembling uncontrollably, his eyes lost focus, and he muttered to himself, "It's over, it's all over, haha, it's all over!"

The faces of the people in the room were extremely ugly, and they didn't know how to deal with this situation. After all, they are not soldiers, they are not soldiers, they are just a group of workers who have taken up arms and are not yet proficient in using them. They don't have a structured chain of command, they don't have leaders with sufficient military capabilities, and they are completely at a loss and at a loss in the face of such a situation that they have never encountered before.

The sound of the fight finally came from behind him, and there was not the slightest trace of blood on everyone's face. One is because of fear, fear of injury, fear of death. The second is because in the rear, there are their families.

"What should I do?"

"Surrender!"

"Yes, we surrender, I've heard, the Imperial Army won't kill the prisoners. They don't even kill the full moon captives, not to mention that we are still Orlandians, Desi!"

The weapon was thrown out of the window, and a white garment was held up by a wooden pole and stuck out of the window.

I don't know how long it took, maybe an hour or two, maybe only thirty or forty minutes, but a group of soldiers rushed up from the staircase like wolves, their swords resting on the necks of the workers. A soldier kicked over Kent, who was holding his hair trembling, "Get out of here and kneel, whoever looks up will die." ”

This is an absolutely unfair battle!

But Wren wasn't too satisfied!

In fact, he can't say that he is not satisfied, he originally hoped that there would not be too many people coming, but he underestimated the ability of those nobles to see the wind and steer the rudder. When Leos and the Bolton family's 4,500-strong march out of the city, the nearby nobles sprang into action. The original plan was to kill 6,000 people into Balatan, but 13,000 people were forced to pull out, and some people were on their way.

This bunch of sluts!

The nobles rode behind Wren, flames and blood imprinted a red glow of excitement on their faces, and Andorra was humble like a dog, with a flattering smile on his face, holding the reins of Wren's mount.

With the help of the Belt-and-Road Party and the Workers, the army entered Balatan and headed for the slums. The members of the Disciplinary Committee, led by Hugo, took the lead in raising butcher's knives against their former colleagues and workers, paving the way for the Imperial Army to enter the center of the city. Barely met with any decent resistance, and a team of more than 12,000 people began to exterminate from the inside out. All strongholds that dared to resist, individually and collectively, were slaughtered.

Those who were willing to surrender, or who had broken down and started to run around, were tied up like cattle, crowded everywhere they looked.

The eyes of red hatred were fixed on Andorra, who had betrayed the entire Balatan working class, but Andorra felt no guilt, as if betraying the Self-Salvation Society and the workers was what he should and had to do.

"Pull these people out of the city to take care of them, vacate the inside of the city, and restore order in the city first. As the designer of this attack plan, Wren naturally occupies the dominant position. As soon as his voice fell, it was immediately heard in the ears of all the soldiers in the city. Three or five soldiers, armed with swords and spears, could drive away ten or even dozens of times as many workers. These workers and soldiers kept leaving, making the streets clear again.

There are soldiers coming to reply while talking, and there is still stubborn resistance in Xicheng District, and the whole city has not been completely recovered.

Wren squinted at Andorra, who shuddered and immediately explained: "The largest group of transport workers stationed in the West City is Baratan, they are the largest and most united group. Andorra wiped the sweat from his forehead, "I can go and persuade them." ”

Wren frowned in displeasure, "No need. He looked at the soldiers, "Prepare the oil and set the city on fire." Since they like not to come out in Xicheng District, it's good to fulfill their wishes and let them stay there forever. ”

The soldier hesitated, and there were not only stubbornly rebellious workers but also civilians in that area. He didn't care about killing the workers, and would be proud of it, because the workers' rebellion already meant that they were on the path to confront the Empire. But those commoners are innocent, they did not fight against the Empire, they did not kill the nobles, they should not pay for the tragedy of Baratan. His conscience was condemning his hesitation, and he opened his mouth, "My lord, those...... There are also some civilians there. ”

At this moment, a person ran out from the accompanying personnel and knelt on the ground with a pop, "The untouchables in Xicheng District have not been civilians since they supported the riots, but mobs, they have lost their identity as subjects of the empire, and like those rebels, they are harmful to the empire, and these people are not a pity to die!

Wren looked at the red-lipped and white-toothed young man, well, a little older than him, he sat on horseback and looked down at the young man, "Your name?"

"Hugo!"

"You only get one chance. Wren gave him a deep look.

The young man raised his head and smiled brightly, "Thank you, my lord, for your generosity and favor!"

Andorra swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looking at Hugo with deep fear in his eyes, and he realized that this was the real Hugo, this was his true face.

A madman!

In less than half an hour, the fire in the distance reflected the entire sky, Wren nodded expressionlessly, and the riot of Baratan was completely suppressed.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and set his eyes on the outside of the city—another Shura field.

Crowds of workers knelt on the ground, their heads bowed. Ropes tie their hands and feet, and if one wants to get up, he will inevitably pull the people on the left and right, in other words, if everyone gets up at the same time from time to time, the weight of the people around them will limit their movements.

At the front of the crowd, Julian lay on the ground, blood running down his cracked neck, absorbed by the dry dirt, leaving only a crimson color.

He committed suicide and died of guilt.

Empty eyes look at the sky, leaving only deep remorse.