At night in Putra Burnigan, the dark clouds drifted away, and not only the city, but also the moon was stained bloody.

Scout Reporter:

"Sir, some of the Cathar soldiers have retreated to a turret and are already surrounded by our men, what should I do?"

Samantha, a female officer of the rebel army, said coldly: "Open the cannon and kill them all." ”

"Kill...... Kill all? Shocked, the scout looked at Andy and asked for his advice:

"Boss, what do you mean?"

Andy Whitefield turned his face sideways and looked at his cronies,

He found that Samantha's face was grim, her willow eyebrows were upside down, her pupils shimmered, and she was as fierce as a lioness.

Andy said in his heart:

(Fred's death had shattered the last trace of pity in her heart, and Samantha was now in a state of rage, and she no longer had the slightest patience for her enemies.)

It stands to reason that you should first persuade to surrender before making a decision.

But the casualties in this battle are huge, and if I don't kill a few more, it will not be enough to appease the anger of my brothers, even if I forcibly order the prisoners to be kept, they will be secretly killed, and since it is difficult to guarantee their survival, it is better to die on the spot. ）

So, Andy was ruthless and said;

"You heard Samantha, bombard that turret with cannons, and leave no one alive."

"Okay, as you wish, Boss."

The scout rode away,

A few minutes later, the sound of cannons, gunfire, and the miserable cries of the remnants of the Protector army was heard in the distance, and then there was no sound.

Andy put a large hand on Samantha's shoulder:

"Well, are you feeling better?"

"No...... It's not enough,...... Samantha trembled, and put one hand on her supported arm, and said:

"These people...... They were the doglegs of slave owners and cultists...... It's not too much to die......"

"Samantha, your heart is beating fast, it's not good, try to breathe deeply." Andy tried to calm his companion down, and his tone became gentle:

"Don't be blinded by anger, don't forget our purpose, our purpose is not to kill, but to free the suffering slaves so that everyone can be free."

"I'm sorry, Andy...... I'm out of shape......"

Samantha wiped away her tears: "I ...... I just can't accept that Fred is dead...... Why? I obviously hate that guy, I hate his vulgarity......

Can...... But...... Why can't these tears be stopped? ”

Andy hugged each other tightly;

"Fred is gone, everyone is sad, but you can't use killing to release all your resentment,

Doing so will only make our rebels fall into a reputation for cruelty and tyranny, and it will be difficult for people to accept them in the future, after all, there will always be peace, and we will all face life again, you are, Samantha. ”

Andy ...... I'm sorry, but you still know how to take care of the big picture, that's why the big guys listen to you. ”

"Ahem......"

An officer saw the two hugging people from a distance, coughed twice before approaching, and said:

"Boss, we've found some ...... in town Well...... There are some things that you can't talk about, so please be sure to go and check them out......"

Andy looked back: "What's that?" Why are you so nervous? ”

"Pretty scary stuff, please come with me, you can see it."

The group walked through the deserted neighborhood to the center of Putra Burnigan,

It can be seen that the former shopping street is very prosperous,

The huge floor-to-ceiling window displays expensive luxuries like sea otter fur coats, but there is only a product introduction brand left.

The most valuable goods had long been looted by the Voodoo cultists, and the rest had been looted by the rebels.

Andy's face was ugly, he wanted to stop the plunder, he didn't want the slave rebels to be known as bandits, but reason told him not to do that.

The warriors shed their blood to take the city, and if they didn't get some benefits, his leader would be betrayed sooner or later, so he chose to turn a blind eye.

Smashing and looting became an act of acquiescence, and all the windows were smashed with sticks,

A rebel soldier threw away his ragged clothes, put on expensive furs, had a lit cigar in his mouth, a large gold chain around his neck, and wore a fashionable lady's silk hat on his head:

"Hey! Brothers! Look at me, how much I look like Mrs. Kuo in the slave owner's house! ”

This act of forgiveness caused the companions to laugh: "Haha, Mrs. Kuo with chest hair and leg hair! ”

Andy's face was gloomy, walking through the commercial district, burning everywhere, and the sound of smashed glass echoing in the city,

The luxurious carriage, a symbol of power, was smashed to pieces, the city hall was set on fire, the statue's arm was broken, and even the antique kerosene lamp was not spared, becoming a target for gun practice.

This is an, a carnival of suffering,

Slaves who once had nothing entered casinos, salons, banquet halls, opera halls and other places, and smashed them wildly.

They wield knives, guns and clubs, smash everything that is overly decorated, they enter the cellars, the priceless century-old wine is smashed and thrown away in a sip, and the anger in the hearts of the people is unbridled.

The whole city is about to be overturned, and Andy is afraid that the situation will get out of control, mainly because of the crazy people themselves.

In fact, seven or eight people have died of liver failure caused by alcohol poisoning due to excessive drinking.

Three of them set fire to the fire and failed to escape, but burned themselves alive.

Andy sent several officers to persuade the soldiers who had gone too far to restrain themselves, but to little avail, and the chaos continued.

The Imperial military advisor also advised him to leave it alone, and the crazy night continued, knowing how many more people would die.

Outside the fountain square in a luxurious residential area, the officer leading the way stopped:

"Well, we're here, just ahead, take a look."

Before that, Andy had already smelled something wrong, and when he came to the square,

I couldn't help but gasp:

"My old man...... This...... It's ......"

Everyone was stunned, not knowing what to do.

Because no human language vocabulary can describe the tragedy of the scene in front of us:

The fountain pool carved out of white marble had no water in it, but was filled with corpses

- The corpse of a slave,

Layered on top of each other, it's not clear how to count at all.

Judging by the imprints and tattoos on the corpses, these slaves were bought from the great slave owners of the Southwest,

The cause of each Rao's death is obvious, his throat was cut,

Their hands and feet were bound by thick hemp ropes, and it is conceivable that these absences could not resist at all, and they were slaughtered one by one by the butcher like a flock of lambs.

Legend of the Heroes of Valstad