In the fire, two of the city's three grain depots were burned down.

For two nights, most of the barley, oats, haystacks, jerky, and pickled turnips were burned clean, and the smell of roasted grain wafted over the city, making it impossible to tell whether it was food or human corpses. Many of the cows, sheep and pigs were burned alive in the butcher's farms, and in some of the enclosures of the butchers, the cattle were frightened by the fire and scurried around the city, mooing and bleating in the streets after the fire was gradually extinguished. Few owners were able to bring back their livestock, and most of them were hunted by citizens who feared famine. The streets were littered with the blood of cattle and sheep slaughtered, and the corpses of human beings were left unattended in the streets.

The sky over the city attracts a large number of crows from the next day, and it is said that crows can be seen hovering for dozens of miles, like a flock of dark pigeons, spreading the news of death to outsiders.

Inside the warehouse were many of the spears that were unusable, with rotten shafts and rusted spearheads, which were lined up in the streets, with human heads stuck in the custom of the Valans, and the heads of the thugs who had been killed in the riots.

I was assassinated on the edge of my mansion when a man hiding in a barrel blew a poisoned arrow at me, which got stuck in the chain mail under my coat. After the Kugit captured the man, forced him to swallow the arrows from poisoned arrows, and chained him to the front of the city governor's residence, he wailed for three days before slowly dying.

Not only were the citizens worried about the famine, but I was also worried about the outbreak of famine after the order was issued to the city to impose martial law. After the depot was burned down, I ordered the soldiers to occupy the last depot, and anyone who came near the depot with an open flame was shot as a mob. The old mayor's plan for seven blocks has not yet had time to be implemented. It was stopped by a fire. In a predominantly residential neighborhood, six apartments were burned down and hundreds of residents were left homeless. I assigned more than forty Swadian soldiers to set up a makeshift camp, which was simply protected by masonry and wooden fences. For the residents who go inside the camp. The co-slave soldiers would be responsible for one meal a day. Residents who refuse to move into the camps are denied provisions.

The townspeople complained about the Valans. Many citizens would hide upstairs and throw bricks or logs as the Varan soldiers and Swadia soldiers passed, and many of the Varan soldiers were injured and the two co-soldiers were dragged into the alleys and tortured. When interrogating the residents who instructed them. These townspeople, out of fear of the local nobility and boredom with the Valans, refused to cooperate with us. Under such circumstances, the Valans adopted the 'ten-man lottery' method, in which nine short sticks and one long stick were drawn by the male residents, and the man with the longest stick was arrested immediately. The inhabitants finally confessed to a few of the nobles' minions who were hiding among the inhabitants. The leaders of these minions were hanged around the houses, and the rest were thrown into the City Council's Square to rejoin the fight.

Every time a new person enters the square. The original man would lament in exhaustion and despair.

The speed at which they killed each other in the first few days was simply not as fast as the newly captured thugs. According to the Valans, more than sixty people have died in the arena. But each time, they break the law: not to participate in the riots of the urban mob. Trying to attack the Varan defenders in order to escape, they never complied with the Varan soldiers' request and killed each other to less than thirty men. They were resisting, they were hesitating, they were making a final decision, and then they welcomed new prisoners to the sound of crying. The Valans would bring the number of people in the square back to sixty at regular intervals, ranging from an hour to four hours, for in the first few days there were countless riots, and the minions of the nobility would rise up at every opportunity.

The insurgents in the city, organized themselves with red and black oblique flags, constantly storming the Varan soldiers and the co-servants. On several occasions, the mob attacked the Valan soldiers in overwhelming numbers, but in the end, they always left behind a dozen corpses and fled, which led them to change their strategy and only attack the co-attendant soldiers, or kill the families of the co-operative soldiers.

There were more and more whistleblowers in the square, and I repeatedly heard the names of several noble families vaguely outlining the complexity of the city: Norman, Roland, Stone, Wolf'''

Many of these people don't know who their owners are, they only know who they've met with and who they've done business with. It took me a while to sort out the relationship between these nobles, and although it was tedious, it was not untraceable. The Roland family and the Stone family can be grouped together because the Stone family is a vassal of the Roland family. The Wolf family baffles me, because even the employees from Parabun don't know about this family, which is presumably an illegitimate branch of a certain family. There are also small families that sound like nicknames given to them by some gangsters, and after interrogation, these people also begin to admit that they are actually serving some large families.

From the time I ordered martial law in the city, on the sixth day, the first mob of cannibalism to less than thirty people finally appeared in the square.

Eric immediately declared them free.

As the Valan soldiers pulled open the gates, the thugs, who still had each other's blood on their hands, had little hope of the Valans' promises, and they looked at the gate with their eyes covered in and blood, silent on the empty streets outside.

After a quarter of an hour, the first mob finally tried to get out, and after seeing that the Valan soldiers were unhindered, the rest swarmed up and left the square.

As soon as the men left, the Varan soldiers brought in another mob of sixty men.

By this time, more than 130 thugs had died in the city's dwellings and on the tips of their spears on the roadside, and several of these mobs were said to be their leaders, from some noble families in Palaubun. I was constantly being threatened that these people would never die in vain. Whoever dares to threaten me in my presence will be immediately beheaded by the Kujits, who will be used to decorate a new spear, and who will dare to spread rumors among the inhabitants and intimidate the citizens against cooperating with me. Once caught, they will be thrown into the square to participate in the fight.

The rebellion in the city grew smaller, while the discontent of the citizens grew.

The import of grain, wood, salt, oil, and meat has been completely cut off, and the grain storage in the grain depot has gradually run out. Villages transporting grain for the city seem to have been warned. So much so that they did not dare to supply us. A smuggler arrived at the edge of the city with half a shipload of grain and two barrels of salt. Ask to sell it to me for twice the price. I said yes and told him. If he continues to provide me with food, I will give him three times as much. After raiding the mansions of several nobles, I was able to obtain a large amount of coins, but they are not available at all. The Normans were the most cunning. They hired a group of Creelians as their merchants, and they traded with each other completely outside the city, and all I found was a bunch of tickets that could be exchanged for gold coins in Paraven, which made no sense to me at the moment. After getting my gold coins, the smuggler left the shore, and the next day his head was thrown in front of my mansion in the dark. His eyelids were cut off, and his mouth was stuffed with the gold coins I had paid him. However, this smuggler seems to have spread the word that I was buying grain at a high price before he died, and although he died tragically outside the city, the lure of money made more grain merchants and smugglers desperate. Come and contact me.

There was already a terrible shortage of food in the city, few adults could eat a loaf of bread and a pickled radish a day, salt became a delicious and luxurious spice, and wine became a legend of ancient times. The citizens who could not bear it anymore went out into the street, sat down quietly, and demanded that I lift martial law and restore the food supply. Many of the nobles disguised as burghers instigated the townsfolk to revolt, allowing them to attack the varans, who were outnumbered. After two warnings, the Varan soldiers began to disperse the citizens in the streets with sticks, which provoked a revolt from the townspeople, and three Valan soldiers were lost in the battle, and half of the newly established squad of Varan soldiers left their ranks and joined the townspeople. The revolt of the townspeople lasted for half a day before being routed by the Valan soldiers. This time the Valan soldiers were ordered not to arrest the citizens as long as they left the streets.

After the citizens' uprising had been dispersed, more than thirty elderly citizens, both men and women, came to my residence and demanded that I lift martial law, otherwise they feared that there would be an even greater uprising.

I had a plan in place with Eric before they arrived. At this time, Eric made my request to these citizens: since the city has been made by the minions of the nobility, which has angered His Majesty, this time, the Valan soldiers are going to carry out His Majesty's will once and for all, that is, the city must return to the direct jurisdiction of the Palauven royal family, and no matter what the nobles instigate and resist, it will be finally crushed. In the action of cleaning up these noble minions, it will naturally affect the lives of the citizens, no matter what kind of losses are generated, after the noble minions are cleaned up, I will compensate them one by one. In order to defeat these noble minions as quickly as possible, the Varans prepared to create a Swadian Civic Guard, where they would receive twice as much food, salt, and wood, and they would even be paid for wine and gold. There are two captains of this Civic Guard, one chosen by the citizens themselves, and the other by the Valan soldiers, and the two have exactly the same rights, and if they disagree, even I cannot command this Civic Guard. The Civic Guard will replace the improvised co-operative soldiers, and will continue to exist after the noble minions in the town have been cleared, and at that time, I will remove Captain Varan and leave the guard entirely in the hands of the citizens themselves.

My condition for these petitioning citizens is clear: to assist me in establishing the Civic Guard.

It is impossible to lift martial law, because once the city is hastily lifted, then the large influx of people into the city will inevitably be responded by the noble minions, who will bring assassins and soldiers, and will command these mobs to fight better. Although the situation is difficult now, it has not reached a critical moment, as long as it persists, then the noble minions will be quickly eliminated. If the Civic Guard had been established, the time to purge these noble minions would have been greatly advanced.

I said to one of the oldest citizens, "You can not believe every word I say. But at the very least, when you help me set up the Civic Guard, they'll get double the amount of food that day, as you can soon verify. Even to avoid the famine that is bound to occur in the city, you should form this guard. You should even join this guard, if there is bound to be starvation in the city, then the soldiers of the Civic Guard must be the last to starve. ”

The citizens shouted with dissatisfaction, not against the establishment of the Civic Guard. Rather, they were afraid that after the establishment of the Civic Guard. I'm still going to fail, and then they're going to be implicated.

"Your Excellency." A red-eyed woman said, "You're so young, you don't know what you're doing." ”

"I probably don't know what I'm doing." I replied to the woman, "But you should know." Why would I do this? Could it be that the royal family would really allow this sinful land to exist forever? When you were starving to death, didn't you murmur before you died, 'If only the Emperor knew about our situation, he would come to our aid,' a phrase I heard with my own ears from an old man in Swadia who was dying of hunger. "Actually, this is what I heard from a Wikibian, who always thought that the princes were benevolent fellows, and that the only evildoers were the tax collectors and town officials they had single-handedly raised." Now that the Emperor has sent me to restore order here, have the nobles who tried to stop them get any help? Have I ever been attacked by a lord? The Emperor had changed his mind by the slanderous rumors of the nobles and ordered me to withdraw from the city. Apologize to the nobles? No! Not a single one. The Emperor has given me the greatest support, and you have to decide whether to submit to the Emperor's will or to submit to the obscenity of the nobles' minions. I know it's a bad decision, but you have to make a decision. ”

To appease the citizens, I loaded them with a truckload of grain: three barrels of flour, two pouches of salt, a barrel of pickled turnips, six baskets of turnips, three jugs of oil, and sixteen bags of wheat.

The citizens left the city hall in dismay.

After the citizens left, the little boy who had been helping me boil water walked up to me, "My lord." ”

"Huh?"

"If you join the Citizen Guard, can you really get twice the food and gold pay?"

"Naturally."

"I'm joining."

Cruzedel ripped off the little boy's pants and laughed at him, "You don't have any hair, be a fart guard, you just boil water." ”

The little boy lifted his pants angrily, "I can't forget it." However, I have a few older brothers who I can bring with me. ”

"Go ahead." Eric patted the child on the head and threw him a blunt dagger.

The little boy ran into the night.

At this moment there was another commotion in the square: three men from the liquor workshop joined forces to kill a street thug, and as the Valans looked at them, they left the corpse that was all over the place. The number of people in the square dropped to fifty-three.

At this time, the gates were opened, and the Varan soldiers drove the seven newly arrested thugs into the square.

The situation has changed.

Among the seven were the mob that had been released last time, and he had seen blood and knew how to survive if he didn't tell the truth.

The man looked left and right, and immediately found a few people he knew, and they gathered together and whispered.

That night, the thug who came in for the second time led several of his men, killing a total of seventeen thugs, before being torn to pieces by the other terrified prisoners. Although the man did not survive, his experience had spread, and the fighting in the square began to become bloody and rapid. In the evening of the next day, another mob of 30 people was released en masse.

Horns sounded incessantly in the city, an alarm for an attack on a patrol. But the long trumpet sound is gone, which means that there is no uprising or civil uprising of more than 100 people.

Even inside my mansion, I could smell the slightest hint of blood.

I was half-asleep and half-awake when there was a blood-red dawn.

When I pushed open the door, I saw a sight outside it: more than seventy citizens, mostly young men, standing silently in front of my residence.

An old man stepped out from among them, "My lord, there are many people who are willing to join the Civic Guard. This is the first batch of people. ”