1051 Money Is Better

At nine o'clock, a large number of armed men gathered in the central garden of the city. They put down the bodies of the major, some small leaders, and his family members.

Collect the burial, wrap it in turf, and keep each other together.

From a distance, it looks like a local snack called crispy rolls!

The main raw materials of this kind of food are various minced meats and some seasonal fruits and vegetables. There are no special requirements and no emphasis on matching.

Mix the things together, add some cheap spices and salt, roll it up with a large palm leaf called "khaki leaf", dip it in some starch, throw it into an oil pan and fry it over high heat.

This kind of thing is crispy on the outside and tender and smooth on the inside, with a meaty texture and the freshness brought by seasonal fruits and vegetables.

This kind of snack is usually rolled up together, just like the corpses piled up in the square at this time.

Roll up and stack together.

The expressions of the militants were filled with anger. Their leader was killed, which was a provocation to everyone.

Various weapons with the safety turned on were held in people's hands. If the murderer appeared in front of them at this time, he would probably be beaten to pieces in an instant!

People clamored to avenge the major, kill some people, and even attack other cities. With their anger rising, they seemed to be able to destroy the entire world!

The rioting crowd suddenly began to quiet down from the east, and the speed of quieting down became faster and faster. In the center of the crowd, the major's two confidants who had not been assassinated looked angrily towards that side and asked others at the same time what happened. What.

What made them all quiet down...

Isabella is here.

This is the first time the militants here have seen Isabella after experiencing the riot. Isabella's previous image has changed, making them a little unrecognizable.

With short short hair, the scalp can be seen at a glance, which is completely subversive to her previous image.

She was wearing a neutral combat uniform, with a gun slung on her waist. Her face lacked some of the charm of a woman, and gained a hint of heroism that rarely appeared on women.

The crowd subconsciously moved aside. After all, she was the daughter of His Excellency the General. In name, all of them were once her subordinates.

She walked straight to the middle, glanced at the two confidants who had accidentally escaped assassination, and walked to the highest point of the small square.

There used to be a statue of the Mallory here, a statue of the emperor at that time, but it was later pushed to the end with the demise of the dynasty and eventually disappeared, replaced by a statue of a general.

But in just one month, the statue of the general disappeared.

The ground was somewhat uneven, and it looked like the marks left after the impact of a heavy object, indicating that the statue had also been knocked down by people. There were also some gravel scattered in some inaccessible places around it.

It is said that they knocked off the head of the statue alone and threw it into the nearby river, while the torso was smashed into rubble.

Isabella jumped slightly, grasped and supported with her hands, and climbed onto the base of the statue. She stood in the crowd, surrounded by darkness.

She pointed at the piles of corpses piled together like crispy rolls at a food stall, and said loudly, "They betrayed my father and our faith!"

This sentence was like a pebble falling into a calm pool, and the noisy discussion quickly spread around like ripples.

The eyes of the major's two confidants suddenly turned red. They also planned to take over the major's power and form their own organization.

Isabella's words ruined half of their ideas.

One of them rushed under the base of the statue. He pointed at Isabella and shouted loudly, "She lied. She is the one who killed the major. She has become a lackey of the federal people!"

"Don't believe what she says!"

The sound didn't spread far, but due to the word-of-mouth publicity from a large number of people, it spread a long distance.

The crowd fell silent again, and people looked at Isabella in the crowd again, as if to see how she would respond.

Isabella had a very cold smile on her face, and she looked down at the insect-like person at her feet, a little person she couldn't even name.

It's ridiculous that such a little person wants to challenge her.

She looked at other people, who looked at her quietly. These people all had a common feature, they all had blue or blue-gray pupils, and they were all Mallorians.

In fact, it is not all true. The previous racial segregation has been broken after the demise of the Mallory Dynasty.

After all, the original purpose of overthrowing the royal family was to end the brutal rule of the royal family. In the initial stage, their goal was achieved.

The hatred between the Malorites and the Malorians seemed to resolve, and they began to fall in love with each other, some even married, and gave birth to mixed-race children, who they believed were mixed-race, and after all belonged to two different races.

But all this was shattered by the growing ambitions of the warlords. The Malorians and Malorians once again faced off, and those mixed-bloods became the most unlucky ones.

They are not favored by the Mallorians because they have blue-grey eyes. These are eyes whose blood has been profaned. The blood in their bodies is not pure.

No matter how good they are at their job, they are still ordinary people.

The Malorians don't like them either. They believe that these mixed-bloods come from "rape". It was the Malorians who raped the Malorians, so they gave birth to such mixed-bloods. They are symbols of ugliness and can only be found at the bottom. Hang out.

There have never been mixed-race people in high positions, they can only hang out at the bottom.

This is also the reason why Sanchez's side can develop well. As long as there is an opportunity, these mixed-race people will run to his side.

After all, he claims to the outside world that there is no racial antagonism, peaceful coexistence, and fighting for the same homeland.

There will always be fools who believe it!

These propagandas are not attractive to pure Malorians and Malorians, but they are very tempting to those of mixed race.

Thinking of this, Isabella also made a decision.

She won't be as obvious as Sanchez says, but she'll do it, not tell it.

In just the blink of an eye, she thought a lot, then collected her thoughts and continued, "Before my father, the General, was assassinated, the Major already knew that someone wanted to assassinate the General."

"He didn't tell me, my brother, or the general about this matter. He just watched the general being assassinated, and watched the power we had worked hard for so many years collapse like this!"

"He is a sinner and a traitor!" Isabella lowered her head and looked at the clown in front of her. "Did you also participate in the assassination of the general? Did you let the person in?"

The crowd roared again, although the general was probably just a concept, a flag, and a meaning to them.

But when the general was alive, at least there were no problems in their lives.

You can receive the necessary salary on time every month, and there are rarely high-intensity armed conflicts. In fact, living in that environment is already a very happy thing for people who have been living in turmoil. Got it!

People's emotions are always affected by other people, and few people can ensure that their emotions always remain stable.

Listening to Isabella's words, thinking that they didn't even have enough to eat now, the two people in front of them suddenly became disgusting.

The surging crowds are like ocean waves, and even giant ships of 10,000 tons have to follow the waves.

Looking at the angry faces, one of the major's confidants couldn't help shouting out while being bumped and pushed by people, "I don't agree with this approach either..."

The crowd closest to them suddenly fell silent, and then what he said spread quickly to the surroundings, and the angry crowd suddenly fell silent.

Everyone is looking at Isabella. In fact, what this person just said has proven to a certain extent that Isabella is not lying.

Isabella looked at the two men and shook her head, "Execute them!"

An ordinary militant suddenly pulled out the dagger in his hand and stabbed it into the waist of the young officer closest to him.

The officer turned around suddenly and pushed the man away. The soldier staggered back and opened his arms.

Then a bayonet stabbed into the young officer's body from the back.

This is the custom of the Mallorians. If someone is found betraying someone else, he is stabbed in the back alive!

Bayonets, daggers, these sharp weapons were inserted into his body and were not pulled out, which also meant that he could live longer than imagined.

Weapons continued to be inserted into his body, and he began to despair.

He was pushed around in the crowd, and when he fell, more than twenty weapons of various colors were stuck behind his back.

The other man was similarly pushed to the ground and someone cut out his tongue with a knife to punish him for lying.

His eyes were gouged out to punish him for not being able to distinguish between good and bad.

They cut off his face again, leaving him to die of "guilt".

Finally, another twenty or thirty daggers and bayonets were inserted into his body...

Seeing the two people become two corpses in a short period of time, the corners of Isabella's mouth curled up slightly.

Of course, there are also things that make her dissatisfied. For example, no one has called out her name so far, which means that these people have not chosen to surrender to her.

She made a very secretive move, and several people followed her here. They seemed to be different from the locals. The heavily armed soldiers carried two huge boxes and walked to the base of the statue.

The box is one meter and a half long, fifty centimeters high and fifty centimeters wide.

They lifted the box high and placed it at her feet.

She opened the box herself and kicked it over.

A large amount of federal Sol splashed all over the floor with a splash, it was money!

"Isabella..."

Someone raised the weapon in his hand and shouted her name.

More people followed, raising their weapons and chanting her name.

These voices finally became uniform, and there was only one voice left in the whole square, and that was her name!