In this way, this fat city lord who was as fat as a pig, covered in blood and carrying a bloody sword, looked like a warrior who had just returned from a battle on the battlefield.

Dozens of other nobles suddenly realized that they had followed suit and started their 'makeup' actions.

The nobles' guards began to cut off the heads of the corpses on the city wall, and these heads would be the best proof of their military exploits - although the death of the Ajax soldiers on the city wall had nothing to do with them, most of them were killed by the soldiers of the garrison, but this did not prevent them from competing for credit, and it seemed that they were accustomed to the nobles' practice, and the soldiers of the garrison who had just been given a chance to breathe looked at this scene coldly and did not say anything to stop it.

"Stop! that's our own people, damn it, that's my brother's corpse!" A young garrison soldier with a large cut in his shoulder, blood staining his shirt and smock, suddenly became agitated and pushed away a noble guard who was about to cut off the head of a corpse on the ground.

"Dirty thing, you dare to push me?" the aristocratic guard who was backed back was furious.

"This is my brother's corpse, my brother's corpse, it's my own person, he just died in battle to protect me......" The young soldier trembled, just now he was almost cut in two by the enemy's sword, it was his brother, who was two years older than him, desperately used his body to block the enemies who were swarming towards him, and only then did he save the young soldier.

"Phew, get out of my way, I'm dead anyway, what's the difference between cutting off my head and burying it in the soil to rot?" Amid the ridicule of his companions, the noble guard felt that his dignity had been challenged, and kicked away the young wounded soldier with a single kick, baring his teeth like an enraged hyena.

"It's too much! Do you still have humanity?" Some soldiers in the garrison couldn't look at it: "That's our brother, who died in battle to protect you!"

"You insult the corpse of a heroic warrior?"

More and more soldiers on the city wall stood up and glared angrily, if in peacetime they would still silently endure the oppression of these noble guards, in this era of precarious war, the bottom line of tolerance has been touched, the contradictions have begun to become irreconcilable, and the resentment against the nobles is like a fire, burning in their hearts.

The noble guard's face changed, and he took two steps back, his panicked eyes showed his timidity, and for the first time he felt that the lowly miscellaneous soldiers who were inferior to shit in his eyes were actually a little terrifying......

"What happened? Why stopped?" At this moment, Soroyev came over listening to his fat belly.

"My lord, these lowly peasants dare to resist your orders......" The guard relayed everything that happened to this fat but terrifying city lord, and did not dare to add any oil or vinegar, obviously, the guards were also extremely afraid of this terrible fat man, and did not dare to deceive.

"You're really disappointing me, Kyle, why did you do such a thing?" the fat city lord reprimanded his guards harshly, "These soldiers died fighting for us, what is the difference between you and beasts?"

The guard was stunned, but he didn't dare to say anything more, and knelt on the ground and apologized in a panic.

"Give me a hundred lashes from him, which is a small punishment. Soroyev waved his hand, then turned his head to look at the soldier opposite, frowned, and said: "My guards should be punished for insulting the bodies of the dead, but you are just a group of lowly miscellaneous soldiers, and you dare to openly confront them, and such an act of provoking the dignity and glory of the imperial nobles should also be punished...... You, you, you, the three of you, you made the most trouble just now, come on, cut off the three of them one hand and one kick for me, it is a punishment. ”

The people Soroyev was referring to were the young soldier and the two middle-aged men who were the first to speak out in support of him.

When the soldiers of the garrison heard this, their faces changed drastically.

Soroyev is intimidating in the city of double flags, controlling the financial and administrative power in the city, and even the commander of the garrison, Ribery, can only swallow his anger most of the time because of the army's silver salary, not to mention these small soldiers? Relieving the guards of the nobility is no different from rebelling against the aristocracy, and rebelling against the aristocracy is to rebel against the ruling order of the empire, and according to the laws of the empire, you will be cut off.

Soroyev also had his ideas in mind when he did this.

There is nothing to be done about the new strong commander Chambord King who came to Twin Banners City, and he is sullen in his heart, so he naturally wants to use these ordinary soldiers to vent his anger, and at the same time, he must also let these lower-level soldiers know that even if the city lord can't help that Chambord King, but cleaning up a few of your miscellaneous soldiers is still a matter of thought, and he wants to play a deterrent role.

Boom!

Like wolves, the guards of the City Lord's Mansion drew their swords and dragged the three poor soldiers out of the crowd.

Someone found a wooden shield and used a rope to help the right hand of the tallest warrior of the three, and pulled it firmly to the wooden shield, while the other guard raised the axe in his hand, and the blade of the axe shimmered in the cold white light of the sun, and was about to be cut down.

The surrounding soldiers all lowered their heads one by one, and couldn't bear to look at them anymore.

In this world of extremely strict hierarchical order, even if they are angry in their hearts, as the lowest soldiers, they dare not resist these high nobles, without strong individual strength, any sympathy and mercy will pay a huge price, and you will suffer a catastrophe.

Boom!

The blade of the axe is slashed at the shield.

Blood splattered, a terrible scream came, the tall and thin warrior let out a miserable roar, his body was violently spasmodic and trembling from the pain, his face was sallow, and his lips were bitten out of blood, but he endured it and did not pass out.

At this moment, the eyes of the warriors finally shot a light of hatred.

"I don't like your eyes very much, soldier, since you have chosen hatred, then, I can't prevent you from cutting off one more foot......" Soroyev smiled and shook his head, and motioned to the guard holding up the bloody axe with a look in his eyes: "Go on!"

The guard licked his lips and grinned and raised the axe in his hand once more.

"Where's Soroyev's egg-shrinking tortoise? Get out of here...... Huh, what is this for, executing enemy soldiers?" At that moment, a large stabbing voice came from the crowd in the distance.

Everyone's faces changed all at once.

Who is the shrinking turtle? Who dares to use this word to describe the fat city lord?

It was also in an instant that Soroyev's newly improved mood was completely destroyed, and his smile froze on his face, as if someone had struck the sole of his shoe with shit, and his face was so gloomy that it could drip water.

A nobleman beside him shouted angrily: "Who is it? Who dares to insult the city lord so boldly? Don't you want to live? Stand up for me!"

"Ahaha, Paul, they're asking you to stand up, it's over, you've the nobleman!" another voice came from the crowd, too.

"Shouting, the mouth is not big, but the tone is not small, Lao Tzu has stood up, what can you do with me?" As the words fell, a strong man with white hair and a height of nearly two meters and muscles squeezed out of the crowd of soldiers in the garrison, holding a grass stalk in his mouth, and stood in the open space with a sneer.

Just before everyone could react, a burly man with long black hair tightly tied into a ponytail walked out, also holding a grass stalk in his mouth, and walked out with a grin, glanced around, and stopped on the body of the city lord Soroyev, obviously startled by the fat body of the city lord, grinned and patted the shoulder of the white-haired strong man next to him, and said with a smile: "Paul, this fat pig's reminder is about to catch up with Oleg's fool......"

"He's not as tall as Oleg. The white-haired man squinted his eyes and said.

"Yes," the black-haired pony-tailed man nodded, smashing his mouth in agreement, "Indeed, haha, short and fat, like a big fat pig." ”

As soon as the black-haired strong man said this, almost everyone almost laughed, everyone in Shuangqi City knew that Soroyev was extremely fat, but for the first time, someone dared to compare him to a fat pig in person, you must know that a big taboo in Soroyev's life is that others say that he is fat, these two strong men don't know what the origin is, and they dare to tease the city lord like this?

"Bold!"

"Presumptuous!"

"Kill them!"

"Who are you?"

Soroyev trembled with anger, and the guards around him and the nobles who were attached to him were furious, and they all pointed at the two giants and shouted angrily.

"City Lord?is this fat pig the City Lord?" the white-haired strong man smacked his lips, spit out the grass stalks in his mouth, looked at his companions beside him, shrugged his shoulders, and said, "It's important to get down to business, Your Majesty is still waiting, come on!"

The black-haired ponytailed man nodded, looked Soroyev up and down a few times, and said with a smile: "You are the city lord?" Chambord became Alexander's throne under Drogba and Pierce were ordered by His Majesty to ask the city lord to immediately go to the West Gate Enemy Tower to report the battle situation, hehe, city lord, please!"

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The first update.

With the support of the red ticket.