Chapter 463, Cannibalism

After two rounds of shelling, a white flag was raised inside the cottage.

The knights cheered for victory. The knights of the Principality of Gisoleochs originally formed a team and wanted to enter the stronghold to show off their might. They wanted to warn the serfs through their actions that betrayal would eventually face the most terrible punish.

However, when they actually entered the interior of the cottage, the sight in front of them made the knights open their mouths.

There were corpses everywhere in the cottage, the corpses of serfs, the dead bodies of those rebellious serfs were placed randomly, and spread all over the ground inside the cottage. Those who died in battle, starved to death, and frozen to death can be seen everywhere.

About one hundred serfs are huddling in the thatched huts in the cottage. All of them are starving, pale and emaciated, and everyone has sunken eye sockets. Whether they are old people, women or children, they can only squeeze Together, they use body heat to keep each other warm. The room smells bad, and urine and feces are everywhere. The thatch, a few torn blankets, and a few single clothes are the only things these more than a hundred serfs have to keep out of the cold.

Seeing the knights rushing in, the expressions of these serfs were nothing but numbness, deep numbness, and many of them had an indifferent expression on their faces, as if the knights' trials were all indifferent things.

Sir Coulson was full of anger when he entered the stronghold. He wanted to ask these serfs why they rioted? Why rebel? Why did these serfs choose to betray when the knights were desperately resisting the invasion of the undead on the front line, why did these serfs choose to betray when the knights exchanged their lives for victory! ?

What qualifications do they have to do this? !

But now, the knights were a little dazed. More than 20 ranger knights from the Principality of Gisole Oaks walked forward dumbly. The stench and rotten smell from the corpses permeated the entire cottage. These serfs staggered and struggled towards the army. Many serfs had deformed feet and their bodies were as frozen as the living dead. Some serfs were thinner than bamboo poles.

Seeing the expressions of the knights, the serfs were a little terrified, and then begged. Several serfs who were already too hungry knelt down in front of the knights, begging for forgiveness. Knowing what to do, it was clear that the knights had come to put down the rebellion, and their end was almost doomed.

Calad walked among the piles of corpses, and there were starving serfs everywhere. The expedition knight opened his mouth, but he really didn't know what to say.

Is this the way of chivalry?

What are we all guarding?

"Where is your leader?" Bertrand sighed in a low voice. He found one of the serfs and asked, "Where is your leader?"

"On the tower, there was an explosion, Mr. Sir." A serf who looked to be in his forties was hungry and his eyes were black. He knelt in front of Bertrand and couldn't help crying.

"Why did it become like this?! Why?" The furious Raymond rushed over and grabbed the serf's shirt, yelling frantically, "How can you watch your compatriots starve to death?"

"There is no way, there is nothing to eat, it's winter, and the food brought out before has been eaten up, we can only eat rats, gnaw bark, and the last remaining food has been given to healthy men, because they need to take on defense , There are bandits, beastmen, and green skins in the mountains, this is our last stronghold, we can only wait here, waiting to starve to death."

"You can surrender to the knight lords!" Raymond then roared.

"Rebellion is a capital offense. Hanging, group sitting, Mr. Sergeant." The sergeant even responded to Lei Meng with a smile: "It's death anyway, my sergeant, it's death anyway."

After finishing speaking, the serf couldn't help covering his face and weeping, he couldn't even cry anymore: "That's it, master knights, execute as you like."

"... Ma'am." Callard said in a low voice: "We have to help them, I mean... these serfs need help."

"We need to distribute food, boil water, and find a way to go to the nearby towns to get more food... and blankets! Go!" Bellegar's face was ugly, and the dwarf king suddenly felt that he had ordered the cannon. Deep remorse: "Go!"

"I want to tell the Duke about this place!" Sir Coulson only felt that something was broken. He was a little ashamed and remorseful, and he was anxious to go back and forth in the cottage: "Damn, damn! Why did it become so?"

In the entire camp, all the fugitive slaves were brought out, and the soldiers tried to open some wooden houses. There were only piles of dead bodies inside, and the knights leaned together numbly, silent.

The bandit suppressing army camped outside the cottage, boiling water and cooking porridge. The scene was chaotic, and the hungry and frantic serfs snatched it. They thought it was their last supper.

With eyes blood red from hunger, and arms trembling in the cold wind, Sir Coulson, who was in charge of suppressing the bandits, was heartbroken. He just said silently: "I want to tell the Duke, I want to tell Duke..."

"Don't let them eat too much at one time! If you are hungry for too long, you will die if you eat too much at once!" Bertrand ordered the soldiers under his command loudly. Looking at the miserable scene in the cottage, the rebel serfs hugged themselves The corpse of his loved one was crying bitterly, and Jazz had mixed emotions in his heart. After he finished speaking, he let out a long sigh and wiped his tears: "Hey, hurry up, we must focus on burying the corpses and praying, otherwise they will become undead!"

"Sir, I think you need a towel." Holding a towel in one hand, he stretched out from the side. The expedition knight Karard's face turned black, and he forced a smile from the corner of his mouth. He sat down beside Bertrand: "Before I thought it was going to be a bandit tour, but now it looks like we're an asylum team."

"Mortals have to face far more than you master knights imagined, Your Excellency Callard." Bertrand looked at the bonfire in front of him, and said with self-deprecation: "Just like why the famous serfs don't eat cakes, Many knight lords don't understand the hard work of the serfs."

"The serfs have no bread to eat? Then they can eat cakes!"

——Queen Mary "Beauty" of the previous Knight King "Tyrant" John II

"Under the jurisdiction of the knights, the serfs will face heavy taxes, but at least they can ask the knights to protect themselves. In this case of rebellion, the serfs must arm themselves to protect themselves. There are too many enemies in the mountains. , green skins, beastmen, bandits, and some undead, anything that you think is vulnerable is the enemy of the serfs' survival." Bertrand said to Callard: "In winter, the serfs lack For food, the same goes for beastmen and greenskins, as well as bandits and robbers. Normally, they can go into the mountains and forests to try their luck, but in this winter, they can only hide in the cottage and wait to starve to death. You know, on the way we also met a Wyvern that came out to look for food."

"I now understand why the earl asked us to bring more food when we set off." Raymond had obviously cried, and the commander of the halberd company wiped his tears: "This is the fate of serfs? God knows if I hadn't brought my mother I escaped from Lyonnaise with my brother, will I be hanged or starved to death?"

Not far away, carloads of corpses of serfs were transported out of the cottage. The dwarves dug a pit and prepared to cremate these serfs collectively. According to preliminary calculations, there should be two to three hundred dead serfs. There are more than a hundred living people left, and now these surviving serfs are huddled in the corner of the cottage in panic, waiting for their judgment.

"What's so strange about this." Ivan, the tall Ugol leader, was holding a bowl of pork soup. His low Gothic language was not standard, but luckily he could still understand: "You know the north side of Kislev. , what is the situation north of the Linsk River?"

Before Karad and the others answered, Ivan continued on his own: "Eternal War, north of the Linsk River, there are hundreds of Ugor tribes. We graze and hunt in the wilderness. The only thing that can The cultivated land can only grow a small amount of food with the help of the magic of the ice witches. Every year, we have to fight the barbarian tribes from the northern wasteland, every year! It is not something to be happy about winning, Because we all know that next year the barbarian raiders will come back, and if we fail, then our end will be destruction, the barbarians have no mercy at all, they will kill us all, old people, women, children, take away Our cattle and sheep, burn our houses, drink up our vodka."

When it came to drinking photovoltaic tega, Ivan had an expression of extreme hatred on his face, his face flushed, and he was cursing something in the Ugol language.

"According to what these serfs said, there is a cottage beyond this mountain, and there are more people there, and there are five or six such cottages nearby." Sir Bertrand said silently: "We may not have so many More food, I hope Duke Hagen can help us."

"Survival is the only trophy for us to win in the face of darkness." Karard muttered silently, and the expedition knight suddenly felt that he had caught something faintly, which was the brilliance of chivalry, and he continued: "But we can't be shaken by this, knight They are the last line of defense against helpless civilians and endless evil."

Clasping Durandal with both hands, Callard suddenly felt that he understood something. He raised the long sword and put the hilt against his forehead: "You think so too, don't you, Jules?"

What was left to Karard was the cry of the dwarves: "Enemy attack! A green-skin tribe appeared in the distance! It's the green-skinned war boar rider!"

"There are about one hundred and fifty enemies!"

"Ready to fight! Ready to fight!"

Everyone immediately stood up and prepared to fight, but Calad showed a cold smile on his face. He motioned for everyone to sit down, "You don't have to go, give me twenty minutes, and I will come as soon as I go."

The expedition knight got on his horse, he roared, and rushed out of the stronghold one by one. Under the surprised eyes of the dwarves, the expedition knight killed five or six green-skinned war pig boys in a row, and rushed towards the middle of the group of green-skinned war pigs.

"Ahhhhh! Accept the wrath from the lady! Green-skinned bastard!"

Fifteen minutes later.

Karad came back with a green-skinned warlord and several heads of big green-skinned men. The green-skinned warlord's head was bleeding from his hands, and there was still a fearful expression on his face: "The problem is solved."

"The problem is not resolved." Bellegar appeared from the side, and the dwarf frowned, and asked Sir Coulson very rudely: "This is your master, Duke Hagen's promise to the dwarf? A group of half-starved people Serfs? God knows how many we can save?"

"This... I don't know that things will turn out like this, King Belgar, we have sent a messenger to contact Duke Hagen, and the Duke will give you a satisfactory answer." Sir Coulson was very embarrassed, this matter is not his After all, he couldn't make the decision, and he didn't even expect this to happen.

"Green-skinned people eat people, beasts eat people, chaos eats people, people eat people too, god of nature Tal, please guide us, human beings will stop fighting each other over such boring things. Bertrand closed his eyes in pain. He picked up the holy emblem of the god of nature Tal and prayed silently: "My scimitar and bow and arrow exist to defend and serve the earl."

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It took two weeks for the bandit suppressing army to sweep through several rebel serf colonies near the Blackstone stronghold with the force of the wind and raging waves. Now the human and dwarf coalition forces stopped procrastinating and immediately demanded surrender near the stronghold. The rebellion that refused to surrender The serfs would be bombarded with dwarven artillery until the defenders were forced to surrender.

After that, two thousand rebel serfs were gathered and surrounded by a large number of troops. Hagen, Duke of Gisoleoch, came to the scene and sat aside with a livid face. expression, sat on the other side.

"Oh! My God! The last hour is coming!"

"Hanging, it must be hanging!"

"We are destined!"

Most of the serfs cried in despair, waiting for their own judgment. In the imagination of many serfs, today is their doomsday.

But unlike what he had imagined, a young halberd soldier came before the crowd: "Ladies and gentlemen, I have some bad news to tell you."

"Before I tell the bad news, let me introduce myself, my name is Raymond, and I'm from Lyonnaise!"

"I'm sorry to tell you one thing, that is, the Duke believes that all rebel serfs must be hanged, and it will be executed immediately!" Raymond announced Duke Hagen's decision loudly and cruelly. The Holy Grail Knight nodded under the watchful eyes of everyone: "Under any circumstances, the betrayal of serfs is not allowed by Britannian law! Hanging! Hanging for all, there is no doubt."

The audience suddenly cried loudly, the serfs yelled and roared frantically, and many serfs hugged their relatives and wept bitterly.

"But..." After saying this, Duke Hagen, who took over the conversation, showed a trace of unwillingness on his livid face: "Unfortunately, you traitors, your trial may have to be postponed or even temporarily cancelled."

"???" The rebel serfs froze there, their crying and cursing stopped.

"I have already made an appointment with King Belegar. This respected dwarf friend needs people to help him plant the land and harvest food. As a price, he will provide protection for these people." Duke Hagen said very "seriously": "This makes me very embarrassed, because I have no manpower to arrange for King Belegar!"

Baylor pretended to raise the hammer in his hand: "Yes, Duke, you must fulfill our agreement!"

"So I have no choice!" Duke Hagen looked distressed on his face, but he was thinking of other thoughts in his heart.

My acting skills should pass the test, right?

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