In March of the 3rd year of the Falcon Empire, 15,000 cavalry of the Central Army entered the central part of Normandy, and the Falcon Empire issued a cease-killing order, and the massacre of Normandy civilians was strictly prohibited.

With a large number of Salander slaves joining the expeditionary force, less than one-fifth of the Salanders in the expeditionary force who really have a sense of fear of the empire, and the other Salanders who joined later have no feeling at all about the Falcon Empire or something, in their violent and aggressive thoughts of revenge, they have won everything they have achieved with their own blood and bravery, they are Salander people, not Falcon Empire people,

is not an imperial soldier, but under the strong deterrence of the 15,000 Central Army stationed in the central part of the country, these Salanders do not dare to disobey for the time being, which is why the fat man did not use the Central Army to join the eastward advance.

The Empire needed a core force that could deter the interior of Normandy, whether it was the Salander Expeditionary Force or the Northern Alliance, which, if out of control, would be far more destructive than the war itself, and the current situation proved it.

In just 2 months, more than 800,000 Normans were slaughtered and hundreds of towns were destroyed.

Such a brutality index is that even the Kugit people on the steppe have to show shame,

As soon as man falls into some kind of irrational madness, indulgence without restraint, all that remains is brutal bestiality!In order to thoroughly understand the situation of the destruction of the central part of the country, the fat man took 300 guards and went north along the line of the Meyati River basin, which had been the most devastated in the report.

Everywhere I passed, it was shocking, the land was barren, the bones were everywhere, it was almost impossible to see the traces of living people, and sometimes I ran on horseback for half a day. The weeds that I saw were taller than people,

When the fat man arrived in the north-central hub city of Vatia, it was already past three o'clock in the evening.

In the middle of the night, Vatia seemed to be exceptionally lonely, the lonely moon hung in the air, the silver moonlight floated down, the ruins of the walls, like a city like a dead land, the war had passed a month, but even in the dark. You can still see a lot of traces of the catastrophe of the war,

The streets have not been completely cleaned up, there are broken weapons and military flags everywhere, there are no people and the corpses of war horses, they should have been disposed of by the Central Army that arrived in advance, after the war, there will be a great plague,

For this aspect, fat people have always attached great importance to it. He knew that if the post-war period was not handled properly, a widespread plague would be a killer in the destruction of the entire region, in an era of little medical capacity and a lack of hygiene. The plague is almost an unstoppable nightmare, and all the bodies of those killed in battle are buried in public cemeteries or burned in a centralized manner, and the fat man does not explain to his subordinates what hygiene is. What is disinfection,

Instead, in accordance with the rigid practice of military personnel, this article was directly included in Article 32 of the Falcon Military Regulations. No matter when and where, the body must be disposed of and buried, from this point of view, the Falcon Army has become the most rigorous, the most numerous, and the most effective scavenger in this era, even later historians are difficult to imagine, more than 100,000 exhausted soldiers, after the fierce battle, still need to dig pits to bury the body, but also because of the existence of this military regulation, in the Falcon Empire's frequent unification wars,

Because of the aftermath of the war, the widespread plague caused by the epidemic, which can be counted almost on five fingers, is definitely a miracle of this era.

On the city wall, faintly, you can still see the traces of arrowheads, as for the city is even more miserable, everywhere are burned houses, empty and black in the dark night, blown by the night wind, making a terrible sound like a ghost's throat,

Most of the houses will be destroyed in the looting, large piles of rubble and debris have not been cleared, blocking many streets, so that the fat man feels a little glad that there are still some houses that have not been completely destroyed, there are dim lights inside, in some black alleys, you can still see very few remnants of Normandy,

Though few, mostly women and children, curled up in the dark night in the cold wind in the dark corners of the street, their faces burnt with hunger, or churning over the ruins of their houses, for it was late at night, and the black armor of the Guards cavalry was almost completely integrated into the night, and the sound of horses' hooves, though there was, seemed erratic, and from time to time there were frightened eyes looking this way, and when they passed a street corner, they happened to collide with a group of Norman refugees,

In the black shadows, the figure of the Guards cavalry flashed a dark luster, and the murderous posture made the Normandy refugees who were completely stupid on the opposite side immediately panic "Patrol! Run, the patrol is coming!" In the dark night, I don't know who shouted, and suddenly the surroundings were like a fried pot, and hundreds of refugees ran out from all kinds of dark corners,

The fat man strangled the marching war horse, I don't know if he was completely frightened, or didn't know the direction, a little girl in Normandy who was only about four or five years old, holding a piece of moldy and hairy bread, hit the fat man's calf on the horse, and then fell heavily to the ground

"No, Angelisa!" came the mournful and trembling cry of a woman not far away, and the fat man saw that it was a young woman who was as thin as a skeleton, and her pale face was completely occupied with a kind of horror and remorse

"Run, Angelisa is hopeless!" Several women next to her persuaded and desperately pulled this woman into the dark alley, which should be the mother of the little girl, "No, my Angelisa......" The woman struggled, but was still pulled away by her companions

"Am I that terrible?" the fat man was a little depressed, his eyes turned to the little girl who was already sitting on the ground in front of him, the corners of his eyebrows twitched unnaturally, and he coughed dryly in embarrassment, and said, "I'm not a patrol, I'm just a passing traveler!"

The answer to him was the little daughter's face like white paper, and the moldy bread in her hand, which had been so painstakingly received, fell from her hand to the ground,

A silent answer is far more embarrassing than a loud answer

"Angelisa!"

At this time, a figure swooped in the direction of the fat man from the shadows next to him.

It's a pity that before he got close, he was stopped by the two cavalry guards on the flank, the sword light was like electricity, and the sound of the Samar war knife coming out of its sheath made the air around it suddenly a lot colder, and a little girl was able to approach His Majesty so lightly, which already made the guards feel very embarrassed, it was too chaotic at the time, and the little girl's target was too small, and in the dark, it was inevitable that there would be mistakes, and now, how could it be possible to allow the second "exception"

"Stop, let her come!" The fat man stopped the guard's move very quickly, otherwise this knife would be enough to split the black shadow in two, and the moment the guard paused, the black shadow rushed through the gap between the two guards cavalry, it was the mother who had just been dragged away by her companions,

The emaciated skeleton-like body, but showing unbelievable courage, she used her hands almost like dry wood, like protecting a chicken, to block the little girl behind her, and her eyes looked directly at the fat man on the war horse without fear

In slurred Salander, he said, "Sir, please spare this child, I am also a Salander! Even if you think we are dirty, the child is innocent!"

"Dirty?"

The fat man shook his horse slightly, and immediately understood the meaning of this sentence,

It turned out that these were the victims of that war, the Normans robbed more than 100,000 Salander women, naturally it is impossible to just take them for sale, I believe that many Salander women, in the process of looting and transporting and selling, have been humiliated,

The fat man's gaze moved to the little girl hiding behind the woman, and the Norman's flaxen-colored curly hair and typical mixed-race face shape were already self-evident

"You said you are from Salander! What proof do you have?" the fat man took a deep breath and asked immediately, the woman's body trembled slightly, she heard the spoken language of the fat man in front of her, obviously not a Salander, as a high nobleman, she knew that this was a language in the area across the Salander Strait, Vekia

"If you're from Salander, why are you still here?" The fat man looked at the woman with a hesitant look on his face, his tone was a little cold, his eyes suddenly became sharp, by the moonlight, he looked at the brave mother in front of him anew, he was so thin that he could only see the outline of his cheekbones, and he couldn't hide the temperament he should have, he was about 25 years old, if he wasn't hungry, he should not be bad, and what made the fat man's heart shrink slightly was that this woman's eyebrows had a faint red mark,

This is a kind of petal ornamental mark commonly used by aristocratic maidens in the south of Salander, and the fat man has also seen it on the forehead of the street sweeper girl in the south, although it seems very plain, only a little bit,

The fat man once asked Nilai in private, only to know that this is a symbol of the status of a high-ranking aristocratic woman in the south.

The higher the status, the deeper and larger the imprint of this petal,

And the mark on this woman's forehead is as many as three petals, which is not at all comparable to the faint point of the street sweeping girl.

Even if it has not been lit for a long time, the imprint can still be seen, and there is no doubt that this woman is a Salander.

The reason why the fat man still asked like this was because the other party's demeanor and courage didn't look like an ordinary person no matter how he looked at it

"I'm the Priest of Parslia of the Southern Portaskeg Sky Temple in Salander, and my name should be available in the Sky Cult's roster."

After struggling in pain for a while, the woman finally said a name that surprised the fat man.

The surname Pars made the fat man call his mentor Parschena, and the mentor's family was not the high nobles of the southern Portaskeg region?, "It can't be such a coincidence!" The fat man gasped on his horse, (To be continued.) )