Killing nobles, especially large-scale massacres of nobles in non-battlefield environments, is almost unimaginable in a world like the social environment of medieval Europe.
Because the privileges of the aristocracy are based on all-round monopoly control from economy to politics, to force and spirit.
The economic manifestation of this is the complete possession of the most important means of production in the non-industrial era - land, and the strong personal dependence of tenants, serfs and servants on their nobles under the manor economic system.
Even transportation channels such as roads and bridges were also owned by the nobles.
Caravans had to pay valuable tolls when passing through the territories of nobles.
In many aristocratic estates located at transportation hubs, the economic benefits generated by a bridge or a pier may account for a staggering proportion of income.
In politics, if a person does not have aristocratic blood, he can basically say goodbye to power in his life.
Although the church system of the Palace of the King of France and soldiers with outstanding military talents have a low probability of being able to cross classes, their channels for advancement have very obvious upper limits and ceilings.
In other words, although common people have a very small chance of becoming a member of the ruling class, at best they can only be at the level of a middle or lower level bureaucrat.
As for the dominant interest groups at the higher levels, they are all nobles and their descendants without exception.
Especially the second, third, and fourth sons who could not inherit the title and territory because they had received education and strict training since childhood.
Coupled with the extra bonus brought by noble blood, they are often more likely to be favored by the king and other great nobles than commoners, and then make military achievements and be canonized as knights.
Even the bishops, archbishops, and religious knights of the French Royal Court are basically the private preserves of the nobles.
In terms of spirituality, the idea of "divine right of kings" has been deeply rooted in people's minds for hundreds of years. Everyone believes that nobles are naturally superior to others, and this is determined by God. Therefore, no matter how much anger and dissatisfaction there is, they have to endure it.
Even if peasants in some places who could not make a living revolted, no one would dare to shout out words like "Are kings, princes, generals, and ministers born of different species?" and raise the banner of overthrowing a country's regime and reshuffle the cards.
Most of them just grabbed some food and treasures, and then after winning a few battles, tried to use them as bargaining chips to negotiate with the noble army that came to encircle and suppress them.
The final result was basically a ruthless massacre.
After all, all feudal nobles are essentially semi-independent warlords, and force is the foundation for them to maintain their rule.
It can even be said that war is the privilege of the aristocracy, and it is also a way for them to redistribute benefits internally. Commoners are not even qualified to participate.
To sum up, anyone who dares to openly massacre nobles will not have a good end and will definitely be besieged by other nobles.
So when Zuo Si killed all the nobles who came to the wedding without leaving a single one alive, the entire castle was stunned from top to bottom.
Everything happened so quickly that neither the castle steward nor the captain of the guard had time to dissuade them.
The servants were so frightened that they trembled with fear and even collapsed on the ground as if they saw the end of the world coming.
Because this was not simply a killing, but a shattering of the sacred and inviolable iron rule of the nobility, and a declaration of war on the forbidden zone that had lasted for hundreds of years and was absolutely not to be touched.
The look that completely disregarded authority and wanted to subvert everything made these mortals who were completely controlled and enslaved from the mind to the body feel deep fear.
After all, all living things, including humans, are instinctively unwilling to step out of their comfort zone, and even more so, they don't like drastic turbulence and changes in the surrounding environment.
Especially those who are qualified to live in the castle, even slaves consider themselves superior to the common people outside, so they are often staunch defenders of aristocratic rule.
But before these people could recover from their shock, Zuo Si issued an order that made them even more furious.
That is to gather the army, start a war, and capture all the territories of the nobles who just died.
"My Lord, I must remind you that even if we mobilize urgently, we can only recruit no more than 1,500 troops from the territory, while the nobles you killed can gather an army of more than 10,000 people."
Bertrand, the castle steward, reminded in a slightly trembling voice.
As someone who had served Viscount Lister Roald, he originally thought that he had seen the "big world".
Whether it was the former's identity as an apostle or the monster offspring he gave birth to with Lady Narberal, it was enough to leave most normal people with a lifelong psychological trauma.
But not only did he survive, but he also won the trust of Viscount Lister Roald and was neither alienated nor killed.
He even secretly helped this terrible master to do many shameful things.
But all of these combined are not as mad as the madness that Zuo Si is currently displaying.
Because even if Viscount Lister Roald became an apostle, his thoughts and behavior patterns were still those of an aristocrat.
Zuo Si was just the opposite. He overturned the table without saying a word, exuding a kind of contempt and disdain for the aristocracy of this continent from the bottom of his heart.
The nobles on earth who died miserably are living examples of this.
Especially the terrifying swordsmanship, which even the best knights' plate armor could not stand. More than fifty knights and more than three hundred followers were easily killed.
All of these people were brought by the nobles who came to attend the wedding. They were all the elite among the elite and were enough to deal with a small war.
But now they were all massacred by one man within a few minutes.
If he had not seen it with his own eyes, the castle steward Bertrand would not have believed that personal strength could reach such an exaggerated level.
Most importantly, Zuo Si holds the seal ring of the Roald family, and has also legally obtained control of the family through his marriage to Miss Mana.
So in theory he is now the head of this family and the new generation of Viscount Roald. No one in the entire castle can raise any doubts, let alone resist the orders he gives.
After all, whether it was the killing of apostles and lions, or the killing of nobles and their accompanying guards and servants, it all showed that the new master was a ruthless character.
"Take out all the money in the vault and go to the town to recruit mercenaries and young men. Recruit as many as you can.
In addition, if I'm not mistaken, Viscount Lister Roald should have been preparing for war over the years, right? He should have taken out all the weapons and armor he had accumulated to arm these recruited soldiers.
I'll give you four hours, and in four hours I want to see an army ready to go.
Do you understand? "
Zuo Si stared into the castle steward's eyes and gave an unquestionable order.
If the other party dared to say no or showed the slightest hesitation, he would choose to kill him to establish his authority.
As a person with a deep understanding of the operation of power, he knew very well that when he first came to power and had no confidants of his own, any doubter below would cause his prestige to decline, so he absolutely could not be lenient.
Bertrand obviously sensed the warning in that look, so he could only nod his head and say, "Understood! I promise that in four hours you will have a sufficient number of fully equipped legions."
"Very good! Remember, as long as you are willing to follow me and work hard, I will give you everything you want. Whether it is wealth, status, money, or a true noble title."
A look of satisfaction appeared on Zuo Si's face. He raised his left arm and gently patted the butler's shoulder to show encouragement.
"What? A noble title!"
Bertrand suddenly raised his head with an expression of shock and disbelief.
Because in this country, only the king can confer titles on nobles, and the royal family, which is hollowed out by great nobles such as the duke, will never confer a title on a person who is of commoner origin and has no aristocratic blood.
Zuo Si responded meaningfully: “Don't be so surprised.
You must understand that in this land of chaos and war, power means violence.
As long as I possess the most powerful violence, no matter if they are nobles or royal families, they will all kneel on the ground and submit.
Otherwise I will run them over and sweep them into the dustbin of history.
Nobles are also human beings, they can be fooled and killed, and their blood has no sacredness at all.
So when I won the war, I naturally became qualified to redistribute land and power.
Those who are willing to follow me to accomplish this great feat will all be richly rewarded."
"You...you want to build a country of your own?"
Bertrand finally realized how big Zuo Si's appetite and ambition were, and his mouth opened in disbelief.
"Hahahaha! No, a mere country can't satisfy me.
You must have heard of a king who conquered the continent thousands of years ago - Garselik, right? He is the one I want to emulate.
And I will do better than him..."
Zuo Si did not hide anything and openly told his plan to those who had lived under the shadow of Viscount Lister Roald for many years.
Because if you want to establish more causal connections, you must have something to worry about and have more people or things to care about.
So there is nothing better than building a vast empire to integrate into the web of fate woven by the God of the Abyss.
To some extent, Zuo Si felt that he and Griffith actually had many similarities.
For example, the extraordinary desire for control and possessiveness.
The reason why he has a causal relationship with the noble lady Mana is not the love that many people imagine, but that he regards her as his own, a manifestation of a very pure possessive desire.
Therefore, the God of the Abyss's definition of sacrifice is actually quite broad.
Whether it is positive emotions such as family affection, friendship, love, care, and protection, or neutral or even slightly negative emotions such as the desire to conquer, the desire to control, and the desire to possess, causal relationships can be generated.
Once a causal connection is established, it can become a sacrifice in the demon-raising ceremony.
So Boyd's sacrifice was the capital of the entire empire at that time, and Griffith's was the entire Eagle Group.
To say that they had a good relationship with every one of these sacrifices is absolute nonsense.
No matter how much affection the former may have for the inhabitants of the imperial capital, it is impossible for him to know all of them;
The latter treated the Eagle Group as tools, and even deliberately let some of them die in the war, just to win victory after victory.
This means that the law of causality is actually just a strong emotion and attitude, and it is very likely to be bidirectional.
That is, the person who initiates the Behelet sacrifice must have a certain affection for the sacrifice, and the person being sacrificed must also have strong feelings for the former.
There is no doubt that when Zuo Si publicly announced that he would emulate the Overlord Garselik and conquer the entire continent, the first reaction of the people in the castle was that he was a madman, the craziest of all, and everyone was buried with his unrealistic and huge ambition.
But when these people saw the nobles, knights, followers, and the lion group created by the apostles on the ground, they all fell silent.
In this continent that is still in the early stages of transition from cold weapons to hot weapons, it seems possible to accomplish great deeds with such terrifying personal force.
After all, the current war is a battle between the elite and the elite.
When the elite troops who serve as the ballast on the battlefield are defeated, the rest of the miscellaneous soldiers who are just there to make up the numbers will naturally collapse as well.
After a brief mental struggle, the castle steward Bertrand bowed with one hand on his chest, then turned around and drove a carriage with a team of people towards the direction of the town.
Obviously, he chose to obey orders and recruit people.
You have to know that in the feudal era, few nobles could afford to maintain a standing professional army of hundreds or even thousands of people for a long time.
Many times, there were only a few dozen or even a dozen or twenty guards stationed in the castle.
The rest were recruited from their own territories when going to war, or they were directly paid to mercenaries to work for them.
This is also why mercenaries rose rapidly during the frequent wars in the late Middle Ages. There was even a strange situation where whoever had more mercenaries could win the war.
After the team led by Bertrand disappeared in the forest path, the captain of the guard took a deep breath and reminded: "Sir, those mercenaries and civilians recruited temporarily will not be able to fight hard battles before they undergo rigorous training.
Once they encounter setbacks and injuries, they will flee in all directions like frightened deer.
Especially when attacking a military fortress like a castle with tight defenses and terrain advantages, it is difficult to make any progress in a short period of time.
The blow to morale caused by a prolonged attack is often fatal.
If someone attacks us from behind again, we will surely suffer a crushing defeat."
"Haha, don't worry, I didn't expect them to fight hard. Besides, the castle is far from being as strong as you think. I have many ways to pry open its hard shell."
After saying that, Zuo Si no longer paid attention to anyone, but went straight to the warehouse in the castle where weapons were stored to retrieve his armor and two great swords.
Not only that!
He also released the oil to transform all the stones piled here into powerful gunpowder, and then stuffed them all into an iron barrel, sealed it, and inserted the fuse.
Apparently, this was the secret weapon used against the castle.
After all, gunpowder and cannons already existed in this world, but they had not yet become popular, so the use of gunpowder would not arouse too much suspicion.
In addition, given the explosion resistance of most castle gates, it is easy to blow them up by simply hollowing them out and burying one or two wooden barrels.
As for guns and cannons, Zuo Si was not in a hurry to take them out too early. Instead, he planned to recruit craftsmen to slowly study them after completely conquering the country, and eventually completely usher in the gunpowder age to give those nobles and feudal lords a little shock.
As a person who has a relatively good understanding of history, he knew how Europe's unbreakable aristocratic system and feudal system were torn apart by gunpowder, so he planned to replicate this process.
When those noble knights who rode on tall horses, wore full body armor that was almost invulnerable to swords and guns, had undergone rigorous training and had adequate nutrition since childhood could be easily penetrated and killed by bullets from muskets in the hands of thin civilians, the foundation of the feudal aristocracy's rule - force - naturally ceased to exist.
At that time, whether they are willing or not, they will be forced to make changes.
Once this change begins, it will form a torrent of the times that rolls forward, and any interest groups that try to stand in the way will be ruthlessly crushed.
Time flies and four hours passed in a flash.
When the castle steward Bertrand returned, he brought more than five thousand people with him.
Moreover, judging from the number, it is equivalent to an extreme military expansion in the territory around the castle, and almost all the young and middle-aged labor force has been withdrawn.
Although there are only more than 300 professional mercenaries among them, the rest are farmers who do not even have the lowest level of protective gear, shields, and only have a pitchfork.
It is estimated that apart from killing demon hunters, the damage to armored units is basically zero.
The reason they appeared here was entirely because of the commissions that were higher than the income from farming, as well as the potential opportunities for plundering in the war.
Yes, you read that right, plundering.
To be precise, war and plunder are actually twins. The first civil war among humans was most likely caused by the plunder of certain resources.
Although commoners certainly would not dare to rob castles, manors and other properties of the nobles, they could rob merchants and commoners like them.
In this society with low productivity, only through plunder can a large amount of wealth be obtained in a short period of time.
This is why, even though everyone knows that being a mercenary is a life of danger and that you don't know if there will be a tomorrow after today, people still continue to join the ranks.
Because being a mercenary can really make you rich. You don't have to work as hard as the poor farmers, where even filling the stomachs of yourself and your family is a luxury. At least you can have wine and meat while you are alive.
If you are lucky, you can even catch a few good-looking women to satisfy your sexual desires.
So rather than saying that this is an army, it would be more appropriate to say that it is a group of greedy bandits.
But this is exactly what leftist thinking wants.
He needed to use war and plunder to make these commoners taste the sweetness and let them see with their own eyes the fragility of the nobility hidden beneath their glamorous appearance.
Eventually, they will establish a new vested interest group that obeys them, and then continue to grow and develop on this basis to form a new ruling class.
In other words, the essence of this war is a screening process.
Those who are selected will be trained and promoted, and gradually develop a close causal relationship with Zuo Si.
Just like that, after a simple reorganization of this group of rabble, or more precisely, the educated and trained guards in the castle were inserted as officers to form an organizational structure. Then weapons and protective gear were distributed, and a week's worth of food supplies were brought along before they set out in a mighty procession.
About two days later, the army arrived at the first nearby castle.
Since there were no signs of war before and the noble lord had gone to a wedding and had not returned, the castle was not prepared for war at all and had no time to mobilize.
Even though they closed the gates and prepared to defend the city as soon as they detected the enemy, the total number of soldiers and male servants was less than two hundred. Just looking at the army of five thousand outside the city made one's scalp tingle.
The only thing to be thankful for is that this castle was also built on a mountain and the terrain was very dangerous. It could be defended as long as the only entrance and exit was blocked.
"Sir, do you want to attempt to attack immediately?"
The captain of the guard stared at the steep mountain road and asked in an uncertain tone.
"No need to try. Just have a few strong men bring shovels and two buckets and follow me."
After saying this, Zuo Si, wearing heavy armor and carrying two door-panel swords, walked straight along the hillside towards the castle.
His action undoubtedly attracted everyone's attention in an instant.
In particular, the crossbows and catapults located on the castle were immediately adjusted to aim at this guy who was suspected to be a noble knight.
After all, no armor can withstand heavy long-range weapons such as catapults and crossbows.
What's more, there are at least thirty archers armed with crossbows on the city wall.
"Damn it! You guys! Bring your shovels, shields and two buckets and follow me! Hurry up!"
The captain of the guard did not dare to hesitate for even a moment and immediately called upon sixty people to form a dense shield formation and chase after him.
As the only male in the Roald family, he didn't dare to think about the consequences if anything happened to Zuo Si.
"shooting!!!"
When the group entered the attack range of the castle's arrow tower, the middle-aged man in charge of commanding the defense on the wall immediately waved his sword and issued orders.
moment!
All the catapults, ballistae and crossbow arrows fell like raindrops.
Especially the stones thrown into the air by the slingshot and falling rapidly, each time it hits, it will produce a violent shock, making all those involved in the attack feel fear involuntarily.
Although they knew very well that the hit rate of this thing was not high, once hit, there was basically no hope.
In addition, the heavy arrows fired from the crossbow also have terrifying penetrating power, often capable of piercing through a person and his shield with one strike.
Once a gap appears in the shield wall, crossbow arrows can kill them one by one on the way to the charge.
Therefore, attacking a city, especially attacking a stronghold like a castle with amazing defensive power, has never been an easy task.
Often a castle with two or three hundred defenders can withstand a siege of thousands or even tens of thousands of people for weeks or even months.
"My Lord! Be careful!"
Seeing a heavy arrow shot from a crossbow heading straight for Zuo Si, the captain of the guard immediately gave a nervous shout.
But what he never expected was that Zuo Si not only did not choose to dodge, but instead pulled out a door handle sword and held it up directly in front of him.
The next second...
Bang! With a muffled sound, the wooden shaft of the heavy arrow instantly turned into countless fragments after the impact, and even the iron arrow head was deformed on the spot, spinning and flying to the side, hitting the stone and splashing golden sparks.
But Zuo Si was only pushed back half a step by the huge force.
“This…how is this possible!?”
The enemy commander on the city wall was completely dumbfounded.
You have to know that it is a heavy arrow shot from a crossbow, a defensive weapon that can penetrate several heavily armored targets at once and kill them instantly.
But now it was blocked by a person with the weapon in his hand.
This completely overturned his understanding of human beings.
"Keep going! Don't worry about the ballistae and catapults! I'll take care of all your current attacks!"
Zuo Si pulled out the greatsword that was stuck in the ground and continued to move forward.
There is no doubt that his actions just now instantly won the trust of his own soldiers, and also boosted the morale of those mercenaries and militiamen who were originally frightened.
After all, their lord was so strong and led the troops, so why shouldn't they fight? As long as they could get in, they would have everything, whether it was wealth, women, food or wine.
Even if the lord took away most of it, the remaining would be enough for him to make a fortune.
So, accompanied by cheers and roars throughout the day, the team that had previously formed a shield formation and advanced slowly immediately burst out with amazing subjective initiative.
A mercenary captain even ordered his men to lay down their shields and run forward with several men carrying gunpowder barrels.
Just when they were mentally prepared to be shot by crossbows, they were surprised to find that Zuo Si was actually waving the two door-panel swords in his hands to block all the long-range attacks.
Whether it was the heavy arrows shot from the crossbow, or those equally deadly crossbow arrows, even a stone weighing dozens of kilograms had its direction changed by the tilt angle of the sword.
"Long live the Lord! Charge! As long as we reach the city gate, we will win!"
The captain of the guard only felt the warrior blood in his body begin to boil, and his eyes revealed infinite admiration and worship.
After all, which man would be unwilling to follow and be loyal to such a strong man to achieve unprecedented achievements?
With their morale almost reaching breaking point, the rabble crossed the death passage and arrived at the city gate.
"Dig a hole! Dig a hole quickly! Right here! Then bury both iron buckets in it!"
"Damn it! Stop rushing me! Give me a breath!"
"Still breathing? Don't you see the bastards on the wall throwing rocks and rolling logs at us?"
"Ha! What are you afraid of? With our wise and powerful Lord here, they can't hurt us at all!"
"Alright! Stop talking nonsense here! Hurry up and dig a hole!"
…
Amidst the laughter and cursing of the survivors, the soldiers, who were almost exhausted, began to dig the soil under the city gate and stuffed two barrels of explosives into it as ordered.
After doing all this, they immediately turned around and ran back.
A few unlucky guys were tripped by rocks because they ran too fast, and they rolled down the hillside and suffered serious injuries. Others were even killed on the spot by being hit on the head by sharp stones.
But no one showed any sadness about this; instead, everyone was very happy.
Because when attacking a castle that is easy to defend but difficult to attack, usually the first wave of people rushing up will never return.
And now they only killed a few careless idiots, which was a huge profit.
But what puzzled everyone was that after lighting the fuse, Zuo Si did not retreat too far, but directly inserted two swords in front of him and waited for the explosion to come.
"Oh no! They have buried gunpowder under the city gate! Water! Bring me water!"
The commander on the city wall apparently realized what the two crackling things under the city gate were, and he was instantly scared out of his wits.
After all, the common people might not have seen much about gunpowder, but as a knight loyal to the noble lord, he knew it very well.
With the amount of explosives loaded in those two iron barrels, it would definitely be able to blow up the fragile city gate and even the city walls on both sides.
But unfortunately, he discovered it a little too late.
Before the soldier who ran down could bring up the bucket, the fuse inserted in the iron bucket had already burned out.
In a flash!
The dazzling flames and deafening roars resounded through the sky.
Boom!!! The violent vibration made everyone around them unable to stand steadily.
In particular, people on the castle walls were staggering all over the place, and some even lost their balance and fell from a high place, getting injured or killed.
As for the city gate...
Now there was only a huge gap left, and the walls on both sides collapsed. Even if the soldiers who were standing nearby were not killed on the spot, they were now buried alive under the rubble.
"Oh my God! Is this the power of gunpowder?"
The captain of the guard got up from the ground, shook off the dust on his body, and opened his mouth in amazement.
The mercenary next to him had his eyes sparkling with excitement and he laughed wildly, "Hahahaha! Great! Awesome! With this thing, what castles and cities can stop us? Long live the lord! Brothers! Follow me! Kill all the guys in there who dare to resist!"
“Charge!!!!”
"Rob the money! Rob the food! Rob the women!"
"Damn it! Wait for me! I have never tasted the taste of a noble maid in my life!"
"Remember to save the most beautiful ones for the Lord!"
"Go away! The lord has Miss Mana, so he doesn't care about those commoners."
…
Accompanied by all kinds of obscene words and insults, this mob rushed to the gap that was blown out.
Some enemy soldiers struggled to get up and try to resist, but the aftereffects of the violent explosion made them slow to react and even unable to maintain their balance, and they were killed one after another by enemies who far outnumbered them.
Many farmers who had no protective gear were even more rude. They simply pulled the armor off the dead and put it on themselves. The pitchforks in their hands were thrown on the ground and replaced with better weapons such as swords, spears, and axes.
This was not a battle at all, but a one-sided massacre.
This group of soldiers, who had completely unleashed their violent nature, basically killed any man they saw and threw themselves on the ground and raped any woman they saw.
Even if he occasionally encounters a tough guy and is killed by him, he will not be afraid at all. Instead, he will quickly summon his accomplices to launch a just group fight.
For a moment, the entire castle was filled with the screams of men before their death, and the pleas and cries of women.
Zuo Si did not join in, but just stood at the entrance and admired the scene with interest.
"Sir, are you sure you don't want to stop them? If they continue like this, I'm afraid few people in the entire castle will survive."
When saying this, the captain's eyes were filled with naked and undisguised contempt and disgust.
But Zuo Si smiled and shook his head: "No, there is no need for that.
Because all the soldiers and servants in the castle have very strong personal dependence on the noble lords here, their loyalty is almost impossible to be shaken.
Rather than leaving it as a huge hidden danger, it would be better to use the soldiers to clean it all up.
What's more, I'm not here to play war games with the local nobles, but to uproot and eradicate them completely.
Only in this way can the rule become stable, rather than rebellions every now and then. "
"But without nobles, how can you rule an increasingly large territory?"
An expression of confusion and puzzlement appeared on the captain's face.
After all, there are not many people in this world who are literate and understand management. Apart from the aristocracy, only the church of the French King's Hall can cultivate a large number of talents in this area.
"It's simple. I can activate merchants and craftsmen among the citizen class.
They have also received education, although it may not be much, but they can make do with a little training.
I also plan to distribute land to tenant farmers and serfs in exchange for them joining the army as soldiers and swearing loyalty to me.
These people will be the main force of the army in the future and must undergo strict training and discipline.
I will promote the best among them to be officers, and then, when necessary, convert them from soldiers to administrative officials.
In this way, I can abandon the original aristocratic system and build a ruling framework of my own, a country composed of officers, merchants, craftsmen and property-owning freemen.
Well, isn't this a great idea?"
Zuo Si pursed his lips and stared at the other person with a slightly playful look.
The captain of the guard was silent for a moment, and finally smiled bitterly and exclaimed: "It's really great.
Your wisdom and talent are beyond my reach.
I never thought that the reason why you made such an amazing move was not because of madness and arrogance, but because you had thought about how to realize your ambition from the beginning.
In particular, the distribution of land to tenant farmers and serfs will inevitably win their heartfelt gratitude.
At that time, this largest group will become the foundation of your rule, and at the same time will shake the nobles' rule over the territory.
Because there is no tenant farmer or serf who does not desire to own a piece of land of his own.
So they will worship you, support you, respond to you, and be willing to provide your army with any intelligence it needs.
In order to prevent this from happening, the nobles would certainly become increasingly harsh on tenants and serfs, further exacerbating the conflict.
If you add gunpowder, a powerful siege weapon, it may not take long for you to conquer the country.
Those short-sighted nobles are no match for you."
When saying this, the captain's tone was full of sincerity and respect.
He had realized that the man who had become his monarch was definitely capable of accomplishing something earth-shaking.
Just as the captain of the guard was about to ask which noble's territory should be attacked next, several mercenaries suddenly pushed out of the room, pushing a lady in a gorgeous red dress, two boys and a girl.
The leading captain shouted in an almost boastful tone: "Sir! We have captured the Countess and her three children. They tried to escape through the secret passage under the castle, but we found and caught them."
“Good job!”
A look of satisfaction appeared on Zuo Si's face.
This means that he can wipe out all the direct bloodlines of the family at once and eliminate the destabilizing factors to the greatest extent.
"Do you want us to pack up this lady and lady and send them upstairs to your room for your enjoyment?"
The mercenary captain gave a lewd and flattering smile.
In his opinion, only Zuo Si, as a lord, was qualified to enjoy such wonderful spoils.
But Zuo Si waved his hand indifferently: "I am not interested in such a woman with an empty head and only a beautiful body left. You can keep her for yourselves to enjoy. Remember to deal with her cleanly after playing with her. I don't want any bloodline of this family to escape. Do you understand?"
"Of course! You are simply the most generous and greatest lord I have ever met in my life! We swear to follow your footsteps forever, to the ends of the earth."
The mercenary captain took the lead by kneeling on one knee and making a solemn statement.
Not only him, but other mercenaries around him who heard these words felt the same way.
After all, it is extremely rare to find noble lords on this continent who are powerful, generous, and willing to lead the troops on the battlefield.
If you finally meet someone, of course you have to hold on to his or her thighs tightly.
"No!
You can't leave us to these filthy mercenaries! We are nobles! I demand the treatment that nobles deserve! My father would surely be willing to pay a high ransom for me and my child."
The lady was obviously frightened. She screamed at Zuo Si and her whole body was shaking with fear.
She undoubtedly knew how miserable the fate would be if she fell into the hands of these mercenaries.
"I'm sorry, ma'am, but I'm not interested in ransom."
Zuo Si refused very straightforwardly, and at the same time he did not forget to instruct the others in the courtyard: "I don't care how you want to play, but when you leave, you must kill all the people in the castle who are taller than the wheels."
Higher than the wheels?
Everyone's eyes quickly turned to the carriage not far away, as if they wanted to remember the height.
But the next second Zuo Si kicked one of the wheels down and laid it flat, and added with a creepy smile: "Not the upright wheel, but the flat wheel. Now I declare the carnival to begin! Except for killing each other, whatever you want to do is allowed. But only within the castle."
As the last word came out, this ragtag army instantly boiled over.
The mercenary captain ruthlessly tore the lady's clothes and pressed her directly to the blood-stained ground.
Several other mercenaries nearby did the same thing to her three children, including the two handsome boys.
Darkness, desire, evil, sin...
Zuo Si directly released the dark side of human nature and turned the entire castle into a complete hell on earth.
It was not difficult to tell from the coldness and ruthlessness in his eyes that he had no intention of leaving even a single living person behind from the very beginning.
Just when the scene of chaos reached its climax, a scarlet Behelet appeared in the open space less than half a meter away from him.
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