"Don't fucking run away for Lao Tzu! I'm going to kill you today!" The two chased back and forth amid the cheers and laughter of the surrounding soldiers and officers.

After the army marched some way in such a joyous atmosphere, they saw the smoke steaming in the distance, and Fan Ming also said happily: "Haha! Are we here? The whole army hastened, and we will rest and eat early when we arrive at Iovia early! There are still beautiful girls there! Maybe we can marry one!"

"O, O!" the soldiers let out a deafening cheer.

"Huh, why are you cooking so early? It's not ready for dinner?" said Jill as she looked at the smoke in confusion.

"Hey! Maybe it was our scouts who told the villagers about our arrival, and they cooked ahead to welcome us! Didn't I say that! The villagers there were very welcoming!"

"Haha, then we have to thank the simple villagers!" Fan Ming said with emotion, and said to Bandas: "Bandas, you go and prepare, take out a hundred dinars, and bring some dried meat and wine to thank the villagers!"

"It's Your Majesty" Bandas turned to leave, but at this moment, two scouts came. I saw Fan Ming turn over and dismount and report

"Iovia in front of her has been ransacked," the Scout said sadly.

"What" Fan Ming was stunned by his words, and almost didn't fall off the horse.

"Yes, the villagers were almost all slaughtered, and only a few dozen people escaped, and all of them were already dying. Most of the village has been burned down and is still on fire, and the rest is almost in shambles. Corpses everywhere," the scout said.

At this time, Fan Ming's face was cloudy, his hands were clenched into fists tightly, and his fingertips had seeped into the flesh.

"Who the fuck did that" Before Fan Ming could get angry, Lem was already furious, and he angrily asked the scout.

"My lord, according to the villagers, the robbers from the nearby mountains did it, and they usually only rob passing caravans. But now that the royal family has conscripted the army, they have given their first baron the title, so the baron said that it was requisitioned under the banner of the royal family. And he ransacked Iovia. ”

"Damn! I'm going to kill them!" Lem said through gritted teeth.

"Gil, Bush, Green, Harold, take your infantry to the village ahead. Help the villagers as much as you can!" Fan Ming ordered Jill and Bush, and then said to Carl and Melny: "Those damned robbers won't have horses. So all the soldiers with horses come with me! Come with me to cut off the heads of these sons of bitches, and pay tribute to the dead villagers of the Empire!"

As soon as the words fell, Fan Ming carried the three-pointed halberd and burned away with a flame in the distance.

On the other side, the robbers who had just returned from a full load were pushing the looted wheat, gold and silver, and slowly marched towards Aaron, a group of only more than 300 people, but because of the heavy supplies, they were advancing very slowly!

"Chief, we'll send it this time! You know, if we take these to Aaron, and then get some money out of the hairy king. We can go to Svadia and buy a manor house and live our leisurely life!"

"Haha! You kid is right! Don't worry, as long as you follow me. I will not treat you badly!"

Just as the robbers are thinking about their bright future, they don't know that their doom is coming.

The calm valley suddenly began to tremble, and the mountain forest was startled by a group of birds, and even some gravel from the cliff rolled down, as terrifying as an earthquake.

"Boss! no! there's an earthquake!" said one of the robbers to their leader, his expression frightened.

Before the others could react, a round of crossbow arrows had already descended, and they all fell into the group of bandits, and suddenly a blood flower flew up.

Before the robbers could react, another wave of crossbow arrows arrived, this time with much more precision, and robbers in rags and rags were shot through the heart or directly hit in the head. What's more, he was shot by more than a dozen crossbow arrows and died tragically on the spot.

"What's going on!

Just then, a banner appeared on the horizon with an eagle about to fly, and just as he was shocked, a line of cavalry appeared under the banner.

The flaming cloak, the bright armor, shining in the sun, the mighty air is intimidating.

Before he could come back to his senses, Fan Ming was already close, and the three-pointed halberd was swung and slashed, and in less than a second, a human head had already flown up, and the blood column gushed like a waterfall.

"Not a single one will be left!" Fan Ming ordered loudly.

Hearing Fan Ming's order, the guards and cavalry quickly harvested the heads, and suddenly, the entire battlefield had just begun to contact, and it was already a massacre, a massacre to vent their anger!

In just ten minutes, not a single robber could escape, all of them were cut off heads, and their bodies were chopped to pieces by the angry cavalrymen, and left aside to be fed to the wild dogs.

"The scum is lost, bring back all the heads, and pay tribute to the dead villagers!" Fan Ming ordered, and the knights grabbed a human head by hand and rushed to the village with Fan Ming.

This short battle completely illustrates the strength of Fan Ming's cavalry, in just ten minutes, in the unfavorable terrain, as soon as they make contact, they will wipe out more than 300 robbers, none of them are alive, but none of them are injured, this strength can be terrifying

Iovia, the village is no longer prosperous and peaceful, but like a demon has patronized heaven, leaving behind a ruin. The flames that have not yet been extinguished are burning all around, telling the cruel picture. The collapsed and dilapidated houses are indicting the robbers' crimes, and the crows swirling in the sky, looking for the corpses of the 'good meal' after the slaughter, the corpses of the village have been buried with the help of the legionnaires, the cemetery occupies the entire hill, and the remaining dozen survivors, kneeling in front of the grave and crying about their relatives and friends, a few old people clinging to the wooden plaques carved on the grave, crying and fainting several times.

Around the grave, there were more than 300 human heads piled up on several hills, they were butchers, they were criminals, and now, they were only pathetic atonements.

"Your Majesty, what about these villagers?" Karl asked.

"Hey, leave them enough food to help them fix their houses, we can only wait for us to capture Aaron, and then come back to help them, now that's all we can do!" said Fan Ming, looking at the grieving villagers.

At this time, an old man led a child over, the old man's beard was gray, but there was a feeling of fairy wind bones, the child did not look big, only about fifteen years old, wearing a white duck feather robe, like a god stick dress.

"Your Majesty the Emperor, I am the head of this village, Fik, thank you very much for your help to Iovia, and I thank you and your army on behalf of the living and dead villagers of Iovia. The old man said.

"It's nothing! You are the subjects of the Empire, and it is our duty to protect your safety, but I am very ashamed that I didn't come earlier! As an emperor, I can't protect his people, please accept my apologies" said Fan Ming and bowed deeply.

This action frightened the old man, you must know that a knight usually has to let him kneel, but such a noble emperor actually apologized to him, at this time, he never expected, so frightened that he was about to kneel, but was stopped by Fan Ming: "Old man, please remember that you and all the villagers will be the subjects of the Holy Roman Empire! No one except the Holy Lord has the right to make you kneel! You are free and dignified!"

Fan Ming's words made the old man stand still, don't say anything about dignity and freedom, even their lives are guaranteed by me, how dare they expect this, and now, the emperor who is about to rule the whole of Rhodoc actually assured them of this, which moved him very much, and two lines of tears gradually flowed on his wrinkled face.

"Your Majesty, may the Almighty Lord bless you! Let you unite Rhodok as soon as possible!" The simple words were the most sincere wish of the old man.

"This is my grandson, whose name is Il, who used to be the priest's apprentice, who knows how to read, and who is very intelligent, I beg that His Majesty may keep him with you and be your retinue!" said the old man sincerely.

Only then did Fan Ming notice the young man named Yier, who lowered his head and held a cowhide bucket in his hand, silently looking at the ground.

"Okay, I'll take him! from now on he'll be my clerk! I'm just lacking it!" Fan Ming happily agreed.

After a while, after the soldiers had repaired some of the houses and had a light lunch with the villagers, they set off for leave.

On the way to see him off, the old man grabbed his little grandson, Il, who was about to depart, and he was sitting in a carriage carrying supplies.

"Il, my child, I want to remember! The Emperor is the benefactor of our whole Neovia! You must serve Your Majesty well! Even if you die, you must be loyal to Your Majesty! You know!" The old man said with tears in his eyes, there is a grandfather who wants his grandson to die for others, but this simple village chief is willing to give up his grandson's life for himself and the benefactor of the village, which shows his loyalty.

The army slowly drove away from the village, and dozens of villagers looked at the imperial soldiers who were gradually moving away, and spontaneously knelt on the ground, and kept reciting prayers in their mouths, the original holy lord can bless this benevolent majesty, live a long and healthy life, and bless this army with eternal victory.

Just as Fanming's imperial army continued to advance towards Aaron, on the other side, the cavalry that was sailing towards the desert had also reached the capital of the Salander Sultanate, Sharitz.

After waiting for a day and a night, the palace minister finally met the Sultan, Hamki. (To be continued......)