In this way, this fat pig-like city lord, drenched in blood and holding a blood-dripping sword, looked like a soldier who had just returned from a battle.
Dozens of other aristocrats suddenly realized, followed suit, and began to 'make up' one after another.
The guards of the nobles began to cut off the heads of the corpses on the city wall. These heads will be the best proof they use to mark their military exploits—although the deaths of the Ajax soldiers on the city wall have nothing to do with them, many parts They were all killed by the soldiers of the garrison, but this did not prevent them from vying for credit. It seemed that they were used to the nobles' actions. The soldiers of the garrison who had just had a chance to breathe looked at this scene coldly and did not make a sound to stop it.
"Stop! That's our own, damn it, that's my brother's body!"
A young garrison soldier with a big cut on his shoulder, blood staining his armor and blouse, suddenly became agitated and pushed away a noble guard who was about to decapitate a corpse on the ground.
"Dirty thing, you dare to push me?"
The aristocratic guard who was retreated was furious.
"This is my brother's body. It's my brother's body. It's one of our own. He just died protecting me..."
The young soldier was trembling all over. Just now, he was almost cut in two by the enemy's sword. It was his brother, who was two years older than him, who tried his best to block the rushing enemies with his body, and saved the young soldier. .
"Bah! Get the hell out of here, he's already dead anyway, what's the difference between cutting off the head and burying it in the ground to rot for Lao Tzu's credit?"
Amidst the ridicule of his companions, the noble guard felt that his dignity had been challenged, he raised his foot and kicked the young injured soldier away, baring his teeth like an enraged hyena.
"Too much! Do you still have humanity?"
Some soldiers in the garrison couldn't stand it: "That is our brother, who died in battle to protect you!"
"You insult the body of a warrior who died in battle?"
More and more soldiers stood up on the city wall and glared at them. If they would silently endure the oppression of these noble guards in the peaceful era, in this precarious war era, the bottom line of tolerance has been touched, and the contradictions have begun to become irreconcilable. , the resentment towards the nobles was like a fire burning in their hearts.
The face of the noble guard changed, and he took two steps back. His panicked eyes showed his timidity. For the first time, he felt that the lowly soldiers who were inferior to shit in his eyes were actually a little scary...
"What happened? Why did you stop?"
At this moment, Soroyev came over listening to the fat belly.
"My lord, these lowly peasants dare to resist your orders..."
The guards relayed everything that happened to this fat as a pig but extremely terrifying city lord, and they didn't dare to add anything to it. Obviously, the guards were also extremely afraid of this terrifying fat man and dared not lie.
"You really let me down, Kyle, why would you do such a thing?"
The extremely fat city lord severely reprimanded his guards: "These soldiers fought and died for us. What is the difference between your actions and beasts?"
The guard was stunned for a moment, but he didn't dare to say anything more. He knelt on the ground and apologized in panic.
"Give him a hundred lashes, it's a small punishment."
Soroyev waved his hand, then turned to look at the soldiers on the opposite side, frowned, and said, "My guards should be punished for insulting the body of the dead, but you are just a bunch of lowly miscellaneous soldiers, how dare you openly confront them?" , Such an act of provoking the dignity and glory of the nobles of the empire should also be punished... You, you, you, the three of you, you made the most trouble just now, come here, cut off the hands and feet of the three of them for me, it is a punishment."
The people Soroyev was referring to were the young soldier just now and the two middle-aged men who first spoke out to support him.
The faces of the soldiers in the garrison changed drastically upon hearing this.
Soroyev was so powerful in the city of Twin Flags that he controlled the financial and administrative power in the city. Even Ribery, the commander of the garrison, could only swallow his anger most of the time because of the army's salary, let alone these little soldiers? For Soroyev, not to mention beheading the hands and feet of a few soldiers, even killing them is the same as crushing a few cockroaches. What's more, the reason for the city lord this time is also very good-defying the guards of the nobles. , It is no different from resisting the nobles, and resisting the nobles is resisting the ruling order of the empire. According to the laws of the empire, you will be beheaded.
Soroyev also has his own ideas in doing so.
There was nothing he could do about King Chambord, the powerful commander who had just come to Twin Flags City, and he felt sullen in his heart. Naturally, he wanted to vent his anger on these ordinary soldiers. It is still a matter of second thought to deal with you few miscellaneous soldiers, I want to act as a deterrent.
clang clang!
The guards of the City Lord's Mansion drew out their swords like wolves and tigers, 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 among the three, firmly pulling and fixing it on the wooden shield. Under the setting, there is a cold white light flashing, and it is about to be cut down.
The soldiers around all lowered their heads and couldn't bear to look any longer.
In this world with extremely strict hierarchical order, no matter how angry they are in their hearts, as soldiers at the bottom, they dare not resist these high-ranking nobles. Without strong individual strength, any sympathy and compassion will pay a huge price. The price, let you suffer a catastrophe.
Clang!
The blade of the ax struck the shield.
Blood splattered, and there was a shrill scream. The tall and thin warrior let out a miserable roar. His body convulsed and trembled violently because of the pain.
At this moment, the soldier's eyes finally shot out the light of hatred.
"I don't like the look in your eyes very much, soldier. Since you chose hatred, I might cut off one more foot of yours..." Soroyev smiled and shook his head, signaling the guard holding the blood-dripping ax with a wink: "continue!"
The guard licked his lips, smiled grinningly and raised the ax in his hand again.
"Where is Soroyev's shrinking egg turtle? Get out of here, old man... Huh? What is this doing? Execution of enemy soldiers?"
At this moment, a loud piercing voice came from the crowd in the distance without any concealment.
Everyone's face changed suddenly.
Shrunken turtle? who is it? How dare you use this word to describe the fat city lord
It was also in an instant that Soroyev's mood that had just improved was completely destroyed, his smile froze on his face, as if someone had severely whipped the sole of his shoe with dog feces, his face was gloomy to 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 want you to stand up, it's over, you've offended the nobleman!" Another voice who was also laughing and joking came from the crowd.
"Shouting? The mouth is not big, but the tone is not small. I have stood up. What can you do to me?"
As the words fell, a muscular man with white hair and a height of nearly two meters squeezed out from the crowd of garrison soldiers. With a grass stalk in his mouth, he stood in the open space with a sneer.
Before everyone could react, a burly man with long black hair tightly tied into a ponytail came out, also holding a grass stalk in his mouth, walked out laughingly, and swept around With a glance, he paused for a moment on the body of the city lord Soroyev, apparently surprised by the city lord's fat body, grinned and patted the shoulder of the white-haired man next to him, and said with a smile: "Paul, this fat pig's reminder , I'm almost catching up with that idiot Oleg..."
"He's not as tall as Oleg."
The white-haired man narrowed his eyes and said.
"kindness."
The burly man with black hair and ponytail nodded, smacking his mouth in agreement: "Indeed, haha, short and fat, like a big fat pig."
When the strong black-haired man said this, almost everyone almost laughed. Everyone in Twin Flags City knew that Soloyev was extremely fat, but it was the first time someone dared to compare him to a fat pig in person. A big taboo in my husband's life is that others say he is fat. These two strong men don't know why they dare to tease the city lord like this
"Bold!"
"presumptuous!"
"Kill them!"
"How dare you insult the city lord? Who are you?"
Soroyev was trembling with anger. The guards around him and the nobles who obeyed him were so furious that they all pointed at the two giants and shouted angrily.
"The city owner? Is this fat pig the city owner?"
The white-haired man smacked his lips, spat out the grass stalks in his mouth, looked at his companions, shrugged his shoulders, and said: "The business is important, Your Majesty is still waiting, tell me!"
The black-haired, ponytailed man nodded, looked Soroyev up and down, and said with a smile, "You are the lord of the city? Drogba and Pierce, under the throne of Shampoo Cheng Alexander, are ordered by His Majesty to report immediately to the enemy building at the west gate. Battle situation, hey, Lord City Lord, please!"