The expected chaos did not come to Jinsui City, and the trend of the situation was completely beyond Bell's imagination.
As the secretary of several city masters, he naturally knew what looting, killing, disorder, and exile meant breaking the city... No matter whether it was a knight, a mob or a pirate who entered the city, there was no essential difference. His Majesty Tifeko suppressed the rebellion, and so did the new duke.
Food and wealth in the city are the best reward for those who seize power, and it is only natural that they should be owned as much as possible, as if the nobles were born more noble than the common people.
The records in the history books have also proved its correctness many times.
This time, however, the situation was completely different. Roland's army not only did not attack the townspeople, but instead launched relief and pacification work. The large piles of wheat found in the duke's castle were boiled into porridge and distributed to the hungry people; There has been a lot of job recruitment news. In addition to food, participants can also get a certain amount of remuneration! Don't Roland's soldiers mind that these things that should belong to them are handed out to a group of unrelated people for nothing? Could it be that the Fourth Prince did not travel far to lay down the Golden Harvest City just to squander his own treasury
Throughout all kinds of books, Bell has never seen such absurd precedent in history.
But these only surprised him at best, and another thing deeply terrified the clerk.
That was the castle fire a few days ago.
The propaganda that the rat set fire to the fire was full of loopholes. He served three dukes successively, lived in the castle for more than 20 years, and never found the entrance and exit of the secret passage.
For this life-and-death escape route, it must be designed to be very concealed and safe, even if it is difficult to find traces from the inside, let alone intrusion from the outside. If those guys have this ability, they will never be reduced to black street mice.
The fire was set by Roland's people.
After realizing this, Bell felt his heart clenched tightly by something.
For the first time, the nobles were no longer nobler than the commoners, and their lives were the same as those filled in the city walls, and there was no security at all.
Perhaps more dangerous.
And the big family that had not yet been blamed by Roland obviously also thought of this, and their reaction was very direct, that is, to leave Golden Spike City... or even leave Greycastle.
So what's next
Could such a thing happen to him
In recent days, the clerk's hair has been falling out, and the blank area on the top of the head has become larger and larger.
This fear did not come from imagining. In the past ten years, he has been called an aristocrat without a title, or the noblest closest to a nobleman. He has served many lords, and he has extensive knowledge and read There are more books than most children of aristocratic families. Because of this, whether it was Garcia's robbery or the alternation of Eastern Territory's control, he survived without incident. Even if the people in the city were sifted over and over again like straw, he still had the energy to observe and record. those sights.
But now, Bell has trouble falling asleep even when he is sleeping.
Even though that mighty army has never done anything to any non-nobles, even ordinary people who have served for a big family, he is really not sure that the other party will still do this in the future.
He couldn't beg those families to take him away with him, because he was still of commoner blood. He didn't want to sit still, and he always wanted to do something in his heart.
In front of the flickering candle, the clerk turned his attention to the Golden Harvest City Chronicle that was still being written.
Thinking of what he wrote, Bell couldn't help but shudder.
Yep, almost forgot about this...
Then he quickly turned to the last few pages, tore them off, and set the shreds on fire until they were reduced to ashes.
No, maybe that's not enough.
Bell thought for a moment, took out a quill pen, stained it with ink and stood on the paper.
"No matter what the outcome is, you have to record it truthfully, understand?" Duke Willian's words sounded in his ear.
Of course, he will now record truthfully.
This is the job of a clerk.
However, there is no absolute objectivity in this world. He lives in a city ruled by Roland. It is not surprising that he is slightly biased, or in other words, this is part of objectivity.
Bell took a deep breath and quickly dropped the pen.
"The messenger sent by the great King Roland Wimbledon arrived at his faithful city of Golden Spike today..."
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On the outskirts of Chishui City, the first army camp.
"Your Majesty, there is a secret letter sent from the Eastern Territory."
Nightingale leaped out of the fog, holding a grey goshawk in her hand. The latter raised his claws towards Roland and grunted dissatisfiedly, as if complaining that the letter was too heavy, as if six rolls of paper were tied to his claws, taking up almost all the space of his legs. It wasn't until Nightingale handed him a handful of grilled dried fish that the flying messenger became quiet.
Uh, this is no longer a secret letter.
Roland unfolded six densely written notes one after another, and browsed them quickly. The sender was Iron Axe, and the main content was the routine post-war summary and situation report.
The first half was exactly as he predicted. The Eastern Front Army easily conquered the city of Jinsui, and the mortars showed their prowess in the battle. In the face of the firepower delivery efficiency far exceeding the twelve-pounder field gun, even the siege of the city. In battle, the enemy has no power to fight back.
But seeing the second half, Roland let out a slightly surprised "Huh".
"What, is there something wrong over there?" Nightingale asked.
"Well... it's not a problem, it's just a little strange," he handed the fifth piece of stationery to the other party, "look here."
"Burn the dungeon where the nobles are imprisoned?" Nightingale glanced at it, and immediately caught the point, "Isn't this your order?"
Roland shook his head, "No, I just told him that he was solely responsible for the war on the Eastern Front."
"Then... what's so strange?" she asked in confusion. "Since you are solely responsible, what kind of action is considered normal? Besides, those guys are uneasy and good-hearted. They haven't surrendered to you for so long. Not to mention, it can also be used to eliminate mice, which can be regarded as serving multiple purposes."
"You're right..." Roland touched his chin, but he always felt that this approach was too literary and artistic. The Eastern Region is where the second prince lived for a long time, and capturing the city was only the first step. The next step was to surrender the nobles. The open and secret struggle is the focus. Therefore, he handed over most of the novice officials trained by the city hall to the east, and appointed an iron axe from the sand people to be the commander of the Eastern Front Army.
According to his expectations, in order to clear the enemy after the Iron Axe took down the Golden Spike City, in all likelihood, he would use his torture skills to the extreme, even the high priests of the church could not endure the torture of the Mojin man, even more so. Not to mention those delicate nobles. Through bloody interrogations and executions, the old powers of the nobles were destroyed step by step, thus establishing a new order in the Eastern Territory.
And setting a fire directly to burn it seems a bit inconsistent with the style of the iron axe.
Roland thought for a while, and decided to put this little surprise behind him. After the two armies reunited, he would ask questions. After all, as Nightingale said, the effect of this fire was surprisingly good, and the big family was immediately stunned. Courageous, he no longer cared about his own fief, and began to flee abroad in a swarm.
At this rate, Haifeng County and other territories should also be completely controlled by the city hall within a month. I thought that the situation on the east front would be stalemate for a long time, but now there is a tendency to surpass the progress of the west front.