Chapter 875: Objective History

The expected chaos did not come to Jinsui City, and the direction of the situation was completely beyond Bell's imagination.

As the clerk of several city lords, he naturally knew what breaking the city meant - looting, killing, disorder, exile... It doesn't matter whether the people entering the city are knights, mobs or pirates, there is no essential difference. The same is true for His Majesty Timothy's suppression of the rebellion, and the same is true for the new duke's ascension.

The food and wealth in the city are the best rewards for those who seize power, and it is only natural for them to own as much as possible, just as nobles are born nobler than ordinary people.

The records in the history books have proved its correctness many times.

However, the situation this time was completely different—Roland's army not only did not stab the city residents, but carried out relief and appeasement work. The large piles of wheat seized from the Duke's castle were boiled into porridge and distributed to the hungry people; The central government posted a large number of job recruitment messages. In addition to getting 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 irrelevant people? Could it be that the fourth prince traveled thousands of miles to conquer Jinsui City just to squander his own treasury?

Throughout all kinds of books, Bell has never seen such a ridiculous precedent in history.

But these things only surprised him at most, while another thing made the clerk feel deep fear.

That was the castle fire a few days ago.

The claim that rats set fires in the propaganda is full of loopholes. He has served three dukes successively, and has lived in the castle for more than 20 years, and has never discovered 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 inside, let alone invade from the outside. If those guys have this ability, they will definitely not be reduced to black street rats.

The fire was set by Roland's men.

After realizing this, Bell felt his heart was suddenly clenched by something.

For the first time, the nobles were no longer nobler than the common people, and their lives were the same as those who were stuffed into the city walls, without any security at all.

Perhaps even more dangerous.

And the big families who have not yet been taken over by Roland obviously thought of this, and their reaction was very straightforward, that is to leave Golden Harvest City...or even Graycastle.

So what's next?

Will such a thing happen to him?

In recent days, the clerk's hair has fallen out one after another, and the blank area on the top of his head has become larger and larger.

This fear is definitely not from ignorance. In the past ten years, he has been known as a nobleman without a title, or the nobleman who is closest to a nobleman-he has served many lords, is well-informed, reads He has read more books than most descendants of aristocratic families. Because of this, whether it was the looting of Garcia or the transition of the East Territory, he survived unharmed. Even if the people in the city were sifted over and over again, he still had the energy to observe and record. those sights.

Now, though, Bell can't even sleep at night.

Even though that powerful army had never attacked any non-nobles so far—even ordinary people who had served for a great family, he was really not sure that the other party would still be like this in the future.

He couldn't beg those families to take him away with him, because he was still of civilian blood after all. He didn't want to sit still, he always wanted to do something.

In front of the flickering candlelight, the clerk turned his gaze to the chronicle of Jinsui City which was still being written.

Thinking of what he wrote, Bell couldn't help but shudder.

Yep, almost forgot this...

Then he flipped to the last few pages, tore them out, and set the shreds on fire, one by one, until they were reduced to ashes.

No, maybe that's not enough.

Bell thought for a moment, then took out a quill, and stood it on the paper after being stained with ink.

"No matter what the result is, you have to record it truthfully, understand?" - the words of Duke Willian sounded in his ears.

Of course, he will also record truthfully now.

This is the job of a clerk.

However, there is no absolute objectivity in this world. It is not surprising that he is a little biased now that he lives in the city ruled by Roland. In other words, this is part of objectivity.

Bell took a deep breath and quickly put down his pen.

"The envoy sent by the great king Roland Wimbledon has arrived at his loyal Golden Harvest City today..."

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On the outskirts of Chishui City, the first army camp.

"Your Majesty, there is a secret letter from the East."

Nightingale jumped out of the mist, holding a gray goshawk in her hand. The latter lifted its paws towards Roland and grunted dissatisfiedly, as if complaining that the letter was too heavy - six rolls of paper were tied to its paws, which almost occupied the entire space of his legs. It wasn't until Nightingale handed over a handful of dried fish that the flying messenger became quiet.

Uh, this is no longer a secret letter.

Roland unfolded the six densely written notes one by one, and quickly scanned them. The sender was Iron Axe, and the main content was the post-war routine summary and situation report.

The first half was exactly as he predicted. The Eastern Front Army captured Jinsui City with ease. In battle, the enemy has no power to fight back.

But seeing the second half, Roland let out a slightly surprised "Huh".

"Why, is there something wrong there?" Nightingale asked.

"Hmm... It's not really a problem, it's just a little strange." He handed the fifth piece of letter paper to the other party, "Look here."

"Burn the dungeon where the nobles were imprisoned?" Nightingale swept her eyes and immediately caught the point, "Isn't this an order from you?"

Roland shook his head, "No, I just told him that he is solely responsible for the war on the Eastern Front."

"Then... what's so strange?" She asked puzzled, "Since it's the sole responsibility, it's normal to take any action, right? What's more, those guys are uneasy and kind, and they haven't surrendered to you for so long. Not to mention cleaning it up, you can also use this to wipe out the rats, which can be regarded as killing multiple birds with one stroke."

"You're right..." Roland rubbed his chin and said, but he always felt that this approach was a bit too literary—the East Realm is where the second prince lived for a long time, and capturing the city was only the first step. The key point is the open and secret struggle with the surrendering nobles. Therefore, he handed over half of the novice officials trained by the city hall to the east, and appointed Iron Ax, who was born in the Sand People, as the commander of the Eastern Front Army.

According to his prediction, after Iron Ax took down Jinsui City, in order to wipe out the enemy, nine times out of ten he would use his torture skills to the extreme—even the high priests of the church couldn't survive the torture of this Mojin man. Not to mention those delicate nobles. Through bloody trials and executions, the old power of the nobles was destroyed step by step, thereby establishing a new order in the east.

And setting it on fire directly seems to be a little out of line with Iron Axe's style.

Roland thought for a while, and decided to put this little surprise behind him, and ask questions after the two armies converged—after all, as Nightingale said, the effect of this fire was surprisingly good, and the big family directly Terrified, he no longer cared about his fief, and began to flee overseas in a swarm.

According to this speed, Haifeng County and other territories should be completely controlled by the city hall within a month. I thought that the situation on the eastern front would be stalemate for a long time, but I didn't expect that now there is a tendency to exceed the progress of the western front.