Whole Nation

On a lonely night, the moonlight poured down like water. Under the strong crush of the 7,000 falcon cavalry that suddenly hit, the Black Forest Allied Forces that were sinking in the joy of victory were all scattered and could not be organized. Resistance,

"Mah! Escape!" The hard camp fell into chaos, and the screams accompanied by the roar of the war horses formed a terrible scene like **** in the night. The chiefs of all the tribes holding the wine glasses looked at the tent in the distance. Running soldier

"Asshole, what's going on outside?" Punk Patriarch Punk Pasteur, who had been drunk, looked up angrily. He thought that the soldiers outside the account were drunk and making trouble. This kind of thing is common in the army." People, immediately arrest the troublemakers! Also, don’t let them burn the tent!"

"These little cubs are like this after drinking too much. It's really uncomfortable." An apparently over-drinking tribal chief held the wine glass and wobbled toward the tents. There were running people everywhere, and the fire in the distance reflected On his drunken face, let him hit a spirit

　　 "This... Is it too much!"

At this moment, a black shadow flew past him with an unstable footing, and the cold light stabbed him like lightning, which was a short-throwing gun used by an assault cavalry, with a sharp pointed spike. Into his chest,

"This is..." The patriarch's eyes shook because of his eyes. His eyes were unbelievable. He looked at the body of the gun that had fallen into his body, the pont, and the body that had lost his life information. The long gun fell heavily into the tent, raising a **** smoke,

　　 "Bai Su, the dead fat man was drunk!" The mutation in front of him did not immediately attract the attention of the chiefs of all tribes, but the servants in the tent and the dancers who accompanied the wine had already made a shrill cry.

　　 "Dead! Master Bai Su is dead!"

"It's an enemy attack. Is it an enemy attack?" Even Punk Pasteur's drunkenness scared away a lot. He quickly ran outside the tent and saw only corpses and minced meat on the ground, burning The tent of flame made a crackling sound,

Countless black cavalry, if the **** of kill emerged in the night, run wild and rampage in their camps, as if entering a no-man's land, the army is completely messed up, and the torches scattered by the horses have ignited a series of The tent, the flame-burning soldiers ran out from the inside in a panic, the black cavalry galloping past, greeted them with a sharp bayonet, brutal killing, the moon flashing the blood-red refraction of war and fire, smog Moonlight shining on the ridges covered by shadows on both sides of the Bien River

"Why. Where did these imperial cavalry come from!" Punk Pasteur's decayed face was filled with consternation and horror. "Is it not that the empire could never send troops within at least 5 days? What are these now?"

"Come here, find the black robe division immediately!" Punk Pasteur shouted, but no one around answered him, everyone was running away, the killing continued until dawn, and tens of thousands of coalition forces were killed by half. Punk Pasteur died in the chaotic army, there are more than 20 captains of the captive, and the black robe Ferrante is also among the captured

　　Reposti’s third infantry flag regiment rushed to the site of the battle. The sight in front of him made the famous Falcon armyman who had experienced many blood battles take a breath.

Thousands of smoke-filled tents, the red flame licked the tent's felt top like a greedy cat, the black tent support, crackled and crackled in the flames, Mars was still blown by the wind Spread apart,

　　On the banks of the Biang River, where the water was flowing, thousands of Black Forest people who were **** with their hands were lined up.

"Don't be afraid, don't dare anymore!" "Don't kill me! Such stern shouts continue to come from these people. They kneel on the shore with their legs down, their heads radiated, their eyes lingering, even Some fear,

On the river embankment not far from them, the Falcon Army's execution team was holding up the cold and forceful beheading knife, and some of the edges were even rolled, and the bones of the people who were stuck because of the fierce cutting Slag,

　　 The rising sun shone on the warm stone next to it, flashing a strange and horrible red color, that was human blood that had not dried up.

　　 "The third team, execution!"

The captain of the guard next to him raised his right hand indifferently, and then suddenly fell. With the order, the knife of the execution team turned up a sharp wave, bringing out a strange red light, and more than one hundred heads fell in response. , The screaming stopped abruptly,

　　 The blood flowed out of the headless chest, just like the suddenly squeezed fresh red juice, spewed out to the front, sputtered on the warm stones on the beach, red light, and finally cleaned by the washed river,

"Pappa" headless corpses fell forward in a row, and fell heavily on the river beach, just like some kind of ritual in a collective, some heads rolled into the river because of inertia, and rolled up and down with the river, The painful expression of the cracked teeth was permanently frozen at that moment,

　　 "Hurry up, clean up the body and bring the fourth team up." The captain of the guard glanced impatiently at the remaining 1,000 people. This work efficiency made him very dissatisfied.

The headless body was quickly dragged by the horse drawn flat carriage to the nearby forest burial site. A new group of Black Forest people were pushed up. The scene just now was staged again. Because there were too many dead people, the horse rut responsible for consigning the body Every time it turns, it is splashed with bright red human blood on the beach, thick and confusing, and every time the knife flashes, a group of Black Forest people are killed,

　　 "What's the situation?" Reposti looked a little dazed beside him. In his impression, His Majesty Falcon never had the habit of killing prisoners after the war, but this time, it was rare.

　　 "Is this His Majesty's will?" Reposti stepped forward curiously and asked

"Yes" the Captain of the Guard knew Reposti. After paying him a military salute, he pouted at the new batch of Black Forest captives who were about to be cut, and said, "These are all coalition forces. Among the Punks in China, we captured 5,000 captives during the war last night. Your majesty said that because of the attack on the imperial convoy, the Punks must be executed! About 700 people have been executed from dawn to the present."

　　 "You mean that 700 people have been killed! And all refer to...?"

Reposti’s voice is a little uncertain. All the words are too abstract, and the meaning that can be read inside is also large and small. The big ones are all the Punk people, and the small ones are the Pang around a thousand people. Croatian captive

"Yes, all, except for this, the main force of the Southern Army of Governor Statunko has surrounded the Punk territory, and I believe that the order to clean up has been issued!" The captain of the guard shrugged his shoulders. A cold answer on his face

　　 "Is this too much!"

Reposti’s face changed, but he didn’t dare to say it. He knew what mysterious goods were valued by His Majesty Falcon, but he did not expect that the Punk family would be wiped out. That’s more than 30,000 people. Partly still old and weak women and children who have no resistance,

　　 According to His Majesty Falcon's previous method of minimizing **** after the war, it was completely contrary. If it is not stopped at all, it will inevitably leave an impassioned impression on the Empire.

　　 "Where is your majesty now?" Reposti asked with a sullen face. Anyway, he also died with His Falcon, and he did not think that this method would make the Black Forest succumb.

　　 "The tent over there is the one of His Majesty's Military Banner!"

　　 seemed to know what Reposti was thinking. The guard captain smiled bitterly, "Master, forgive me for saying something that I shouldn't say. Someone has persuaded your majesty before you."

　　 "Oh, who is that person?" Reposti asked with a dignified look, curious

　　 "Ya Greens, Commander of the Second Cavalry Banner of the Southern Army"

The captain of the guard slightly skimmed the corner of his mouth, and responded weirdly. "The reply he got was that he made his army stand outside the military account for 4 hours. His majesty said to keep him awake and keep his head up until now. Stand there!"

　　 "Thank you!"

Reposti nodded to the captain of the guard who revealed the information, and walked towards the military account pointed out by the guard. At the door of the military account, he really saw the southern army colleagues who were standing in the cold wind. , The leader of the Second Cavalry Banner Regiment

"Reposti, did you also come to persuade your majesty? Seeing Reposti coming from the river bank in the distance, standing at the gate of the military account, and the white face of Jaglens, who was pale with the cold wind, suddenly made a noise. Asked

　　 "No, I came to see you!"

　　Reposti blinked his eyes, privately he and Yagelins were very good friends, watching Yagerins's embarrassment in the cold wind, his mouth could not help but with a sneer, said

"I heard that a horse fart was punished by His Majesty because he was punished for blowing a cool breeze here for 4 hours. It is really gratifying to speak out! In fact, Your Majesty is right, you should wake up and wake up. What's the matter? What to say, what not to say, don’t you mean nothing at all?"

　　 "No, on the contrary, I think it is the true nature of a soldier to stick to the correct advice!" Yagrins said with a stern gesture, his eyes flashing and his expression calmly said

　　 "But I suddenly figured it out just now, this time the Punk tribe should really kill!"

　　 "What~www.wuxiaspot.com~ you! Do you know what you are talking about? That's 30,000 live lives"

　　Riposti's body shook slightly, and said angrily that the little admiration and flying Jiuxiaoyun in his heart had gone outside. It should have been thought that this guy has always been a wall of grass!

Yagrins smiled frankly and said, "Don’t forget, His Majesty’s style has always been blood to blood, but our Southern Army has been in peace for too long, so that it is not as very as the Northern Army. Tough style,

　　"Have you thought about it, what will happen if the attack happened in the north with a firm attitude?" Yagrins voice stopped, asking rhetorically

　　 What else can I do? "Reposti's face changed, although he didn't want to admit it, but he whispered, "I believe the Northern Army should do it. It's a more vigorous reaction than this."

"That's right!" Yagrins said very seriously. "I was just connected. If I didn't deal with this matter with harsh thunder, those forces that were secretly about the empire in the dark, I'm afraid they will focus on the goal. In the Empire’s transport team, wasn’t the Empire’s transport team at that time a prey that everyone dared to bite!"

"Your Majesty is killing you, so this example is absolutely impossible to open because of you and me!" Yagrins' voice stopped and said solemnly. And I also believe that the Governor-General agrees with this approach, Otherwise, I will not personally lead the main force to surround the territory of the Punk community" (to be continued) [] If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for the recommendation and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation. )