In the lonely and cold night, the moonlight poured down like water, and under the strong pressure of the seven thousand falcon cavalry that suddenly attacked, the Black Forest coalition army that was sinking in the joy of victory was scattered and scattered, and it was completely unable to organize resistance, "Mom! Escape" The hard camp fell into chaos, and the tragic neighing accompanied the roar of the war horses formed a terrible scene like hell in the night, and the patriarchs of the various clans holding the wine glasses looked at the soldiers running around in the distance of the tent with dull eyes, "Bastard, what's going on outside?" The already drunk punk patriarch Punk Pasteur stood up angrily, he thought that the soldiers outside the tent were drunk and making trouble, this kind of thing is very common in the army, "Come and arrest all the troublemakers at once! Also, don't let them burn the tent!" "These rabbit cubs, if you drink too much, it's really not worrying" A tribal patriarch who had obviously drunk too much staggered towards the tent with a wine glass, surrounded by people running, and the distant fire reflected on his drunken and hazy face, which made him feel excited

"This ...... Isn't it overplaying?"

At that moment, a black shadow flew past him as his horse was unsteady, and the cold light stabbed him like lightning, it was a short throwing spear used by an assault cavalry, and the sharp tip of the spear pierced into his chest.

"This is ......" The patriarch's eyes were broken, and his eyes were full of disbelief as he looked at the tip of the spear that had not entered his body, and the corpse that had lost its life information, just like that, he stuck the spear and fell heavily towards the tent, raising a puff of bloody smoke and dust,

"Bai Su, this dead fat man is really drunk!" The sudden change in front of him did not immediately attract the attention of the patriarchs of all clans, but the servants in the tent and the dancing girls who accompanied the wine were already frightened and shouted harshly

"It's dead!Lord Bai Su is dead!", "It's an enemy attack...... Is it an enemy attack!" Even the drunkenness of the punk Pasteur scared away a lot. He hurriedly ran outside the tent, only to see only corpses and scraps of flesh all over the ground, and the burning tent made a crackling sound.

Countless black cavalry, like the god of killing that emerged in the night, ran rampant in their own camp, rampage, like entering no man's land, the army was all in chaos, and the torches were scattered by the war horses. The tents were lit, the flaming soldiers ran out of them in a panic, the black cavalry galloped by, met them with sharp spears, the brutal slaughter, the moon shimmered with the blood-red refraction of war and fire, the hazy moonlight shone on the shadow-covered ridges on both sides of the Bihan River,

"Why. Where the hell are these Imperial cavalry coming from!" punk Pasteur faced. It is full of astonishment and horror: "Doesn't it mean that the Empire will never be able to send troops for at least five days?"

"Someone, get the black-robed military advisor immediately!" Punk Pasteur shouted, but no one around answered him. Everyone was fleeing for their lives, and the slaughter continued until dawn, when half of the tens of thousands of coalition troops were slaughtered, and Punk Pasteur died in the chaos. There were also more than twenty patriarchs who were captured, and Ferrantir in black robes was also among the captured

Reposti's 3rd Infantry Regiment rushed to the battle site, and the sight in front of him made the famous Falcon general, who had experienced many bloody battles, gasp.

Thousands of smoking tents, red flames licking through the felt roof of the tent like a greedy cat, charred tent supports, crackling and popping in the flames, sparks are still being blown apart by the river wind,

On the banks of the rushing Bjhan River, thousands of Black Foresters with their hands tied behind their backs were lined up

"Spare your life, don't dare again!" "Don't kill me!" and other terrible shouts kept coming from these people, who knelt on the shore with their legs down, their heads bowed one by one, their heads scattered, their eyes wandering, even a little frightened,

On the riverbank not far from them, the firing squad of the Falcon Army was raising their cold and menacing cleavers, some of which were even rolled up, and the fragments of human bones could be seen on them that had been stuck out of the slash.

The rising sun shone on the goose warm stone next to it, and it shone with a strange and terrifying red, which was human blood that had not yet dried up

"Third team, execution!"

A guard captain next to him raised his right hand with an indifferent expression, and then fell suddenly, and with the order, the sword light of the firing squad turned up a snow-bright wave, bringing out a strange red light, and more than a hundred heads fell in response, and the screams stopped abruptly,

Blood flowed from the headless chest, like a bright red juice that had been suddenly squeezed, gushing out in front of it, splashing onto the warm stones on the tidal flats, red and dotted, and finally washed away by the washed river.

"The headless corpses fell forward in a row, and threw themselves heavily on the river beach, as if they were performing some kind of ritual collectively, and some heads rolled forward into the river because of inertia, rolling up and down with the river water, and the painful expression of baring teeth and cracking mouths was forever frozen at that moment.

"Hurry up, clean up the corpse, and bring the fourth team up" The captain of the guard glanced at the remaining more than a thousand people with some impatience, and this kind of work efficiency made him feel very dissatisfied,

The headless corpse was quickly dragged to the forest burial point next to it by the flat carriage pulled by the war horse, and a new group of Black Foresters was pushed up, and the scene just now was staged again, because there were too many dead people, and every time the wheel rut of the carriage responsible for transporting the corpse turned, it was splashed with bright red human blood on the beach, which was thick and terrifying, and every time the knife flashed, a group of Black Foresters were killed,

"What's going on?" Reposti looked a little dazed from the side, he had the impression that His Majesty Falcon had never been in the habit of killing prisoners after the war, but this time, it was a rare exception

"Is this His Majesty's will?" asked Reposti curiously

"Yes" The captain of the guard, who knew Reposti, gave him a military salute, and then pouted at the new batch of Black Forest captives who had been pushed up and were about to be executed, and said, "These are the punks in the coalition army, last night's battle, we captured 5,000 captives, and His Majesty said that because of the attack on the Imperial convoy, the punks must be executed! From dawn to now, about 700 people have been executed."

"You mean you've killed 700 people! And ...... all of them?"

There was some uncertainty in Reposti's voice, the whole word was too abstract, and the meaning that could be read in it could be big or small, the big one was all the Punks, and the small one was the Punk captives in front of him

"Yes, all. In addition to these, the main force of the Southern Army of the Governor of Statunko has surrounded the Punk territory, and I believe that the order to clean it up has been given!" the captain of the guard shrugged his shoulders and replied with a grim face

"Isn't that a bit too much!"

Reposti's face changed, but he didn't dare to say it, he knew what the Falcon Majesty valued for the mysterious goods, but he didn't expect to destroy the entire Punk clan because of this, it was more than 30,000 people, most of them were old and weak women and children who had no ability to resist.

According to the Falcon Majesty's previous method of minimizing bloodshed after the war, it is completely contrary, and if it is not stopped at all, it will inevitably leave the impression that the empire is cold-blooded and ruthless

"Where is His Majesty now?" asked Reposti with a gloomy face, anyway, he had lived and died with His Majesty the Falcon, and he didn't think that such a method would bring the Black Forest to its knees

"The tent over there, the one with the military flag floating on it!"

Seems to know what Reposti is thinking. The captain of the guard smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth, "My lord, forgive me for saying something that I shouldn't say, before you, someone has already persuaded Your Majesty."

"Oh. Who is that person?" asked Reposti with a solemn expression and curiosity

"Commander of the Second Cavalry Banner of the Southern Army, Jarrins"

The corners of the guard's mouth twitched slightly, and he replied with a strange expression, "The reply he got was to stand outside His Majesty's military tent for 4 hours. His Majesty said to let him wake up his mind, he should still be standing there until now!"

"Thank you!"

Reposti nodded gratefully to the captain of the guard, who had revealed the information, and walked over to the tent that the guard had pointed out. At the door of the military tent, he really saw his colleague of the Southern Army standing in the cold wind, the flag commander of the Second Cavalry Banner Regiment, Aglins

Seeing Reposti coming from the embankment in the distance, standing at the door of the military tent, Yaglins, whose face was pale from the cold wind, suddenly asked first, "No, I'm here to see you!"

Reposti's eyes blinked, in private he and Yagrin were very good friends, looking at Yaglins in the cold wind, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but have a hint of sneer, and said, "I heard that a certain sycophant was punished by His Majesty for blowing a cool breeze here for 4 hours because of his mouth, it's really gratifying to say it! No, on the contrary, I think that insisting on the correct construction is the true character that a soldier should have!" Yagrin put on a righteous posture, his eyes flickered, and he said calmly, "But I suddenly figured it out just now, this time the Punk clan really deserves to be killed!"

"What, you! Do you know what you're talking about? That's 30,000 lives."

Reposti's body shook slightly, and said with some annoyance, the little admiration in his heart also flew away, he should have thought of it a long time ago, this guy has always been a wall grass!

The corners of Jaglins' mouth smiled calmly, and said, "Don't forget, Your Majesty's style has always been blood for blood, but our Southern Army has been in peace for too long, so that it does not have a very tough style like the Northern Army, "Have you ever thought about what would happen if this attack happened in the resolute North?" Jagrin stopped his voice and asked rhetorically, "What else" Reposti's face changed, although he didn't want to admit it, he also muttered" I believe that the Northern Army should react more violently than this."

"That's right!" Yagrin said extremely sternly, "I have just communicated, if I don't deal with this matter with harsh thunderous means, those forces that are secretly ready to move on the empire are afraid that they will target the empire's convoy, and the imperial convoy at that time will not become the prey that everyone dares to bite into!" "Your Majesty is killing a hundred people, so this example, it is absolutely impossible to open because of you and me!" Jaglins stopped his voice and said with a solemn expression. And I also believe that the Governor would have approved of this approach, otherwise he would not have personally led the main force to besiege the Punk territory" (To be continued.) )