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 withstand. 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.

毕竟没有任何盔甲能抵挡投石器、弩炮这类重型远程武器。

更何况城墙上还有至少三十名手持十字弩的射手。

“该死！你们几个！带上铁锹、盾牌和两个铁桶跟我来！动作快点！”

卫队长根本不敢有一丝一毫的迟疑，立马喊来六十个人组成密集的盾阵追了上去。

身为罗尔德家族目前唯一的男性，他可不敢想要是左思有个什么三长两短会有怎样的后果。

“射击！！！”

当一行人进入城堡箭塔攻击范围，围墙上负责指挥防御的中年男人立刻挥舞手中的剑发出指令。

瞬间！

所有的投石器、弩炮和弩箭就像雨点般落了下来。

尤其是投石器抛向空中并迅速坠落的石块，每一次砸下来都会产生猛烈的震动，让所有参与进攻的人都不由自主感到恐惧。

尽管他们很清楚这玩意的命中率并不高，可一旦被砸中基本就没救了。

除此之外弩炮所射出的重箭同样也具有恐怖的穿透力，往往一击就能连人带盾当场击穿。

一旦盾墙出现缺口，十字弓射出的弩箭就能把他们一个一个射杀在冲锋的道路上。

所以攻城，尤其是攻击城堡这种防御力惊人的据点，从来都不是一件容易的事情。

往往一座城堡加上两三百守军，就能抵挡几千乃至上万人围攻长达几个星期乃至几个月之久。

“大人！小心！”

眼见一支床弩射出的重箭直奔左思而去，卫队长立刻发出紧张的大声呐喊。

但让他万万没想到的是，左思非但没有选择闪避，反倒是拔出一柄门把大剑直接竖起来挡在身前。

下一秒……

砰！ 伴随着一声闷响，重箭的木质箭杆在撞击过后瞬间变成无数的碎屑四散飞溅，就连铁质的箭头也当场变形，旋转着向侧面飞去，打在石头上溅起金色的火星。

可左思仅仅只是被巨大的力量推着后退了半步。

“这……这怎么可能！”

城墙上的敌军指挥官整个人都傻眼了。

要知道那可是床弩射出的重箭，能一下贯穿好几个重甲目标并将其瞬间杀死的防守利器。

可现在居然被一个人用手中的武器挡了下来。

这简直颠覆了他对于人类这种生物的认知。

“继续前进！不用去管那些弩炮和投石器！我会为你们当下所有的攻击！”

左思拔出插入地面的大剑继续前进。

毫无疑问，他刚才的举动瞬间赢得了己方士兵的信任，同时也让那些原本心惊胆战的佣兵和民兵士气高涨。

毕竟自家领主大人都如此强悍且身先士卒，他们还有什么理由不拼命呢？ 只要能杀进去，不管是财富、女人，还是美食和美酒都应有尽有。

哪怕领主拿走其中的绝大部分，剩下的也足以让自己狠狠发上一笔横财。

所以伴随着整天的欢呼声和嘶吼声，之前还组成盾阵缓慢前进的队伍立刻迸发出惊人的主观能动性。

一名佣兵队长甚至直接命令手下将盾牌放平，几个人一起抬着火药桶跑步前进。

就在他们已经做好被十字弩射杀心理准备的时候，惊讶的发现左思居然挥舞手中的两柄门板大剑真的拦下了所有的远程攻击。

不管是弩炮射出的重箭，还是那些同样致命的弩箭，就连一块几十公斤重的石块都被剑身的倾斜角度改变了方向。

“领主大人万岁！冲啊！只要冲到城门就是胜利！”

卫队长只感觉自己体内那属于战士的血液开始沸腾，眼神中透露出无限的敬仰跟崇拜。

毕竟哪个男人会不愿意追随效忠这样一位强者去建立不世之功呢。

凭借着快要报表的士气，一群乌合之众就这样穿过那条死亡通道来到城门下。

“挖坑！快挖坑！就在这个地方！然后把两个铁桶全部埋进去！”

“妈的！别催！让老子喘口气！”

“还喘气？你没看到城墙上的混蛋正在用石块和滚木砸我们吗？”

“哈！怕什么？有英明神武的领主大人在，他们根本伤不了我们一根汗毛！”

“好了！少在这里耍嘴皮子！抓紧时间挖坑！”

……

伴随着劫后余生的嬉笑怒骂，快要累到虚脱的士兵开始挖城门下的土，并依照吩咐把两个炸药桶塞了进去。

等做完这一切之后，他们便立刻撒丫子掉头往回跑。

有几个倒霉蛋因为跑的太快被石头绊倒，整个人直接翻滚着从山坡上滑落受了不轻的伤，还有的更是被尖锐的石块磕着脑袋当场丧命。

但对此却没有任何人表现出悲伤，反倒是个顶个的喜气洋洋。

因为像攻击这种易守难攻的城堡，通常情况下第一波冲上去的基本都是有去无回。

而现在他们只摔死了几个不小心的蠢货，简直就是赚大了。

但让所有人都感到疑惑不解的是，左思在点燃引信后并没有后退太多，而是直接用两把剑插在身前等待着爆炸的来临。

“不好！他们在城门下埋了火药！水！拿水来！”

城墙上的指挥官显然察觉到了城门下边那两个滋滋作响的玩意是什么，整个人瞬间被吓得魂飞魄散。

毕竟火药这玩意或许底层平民见识过的不多，但作为效忠于贵族领主的骑士，他可是知道的一清二楚。

以那两个铁桶的装药量，绝对能把脆弱的城门乃至两边的城墙当场炸上天。

但是很遗憾，他发现的太晚了一点。

还没等跑下去的士兵把水桶提上来，插在铁桶上的引信就已经燃烧殆尽。

转瞬之间！

刺眼的火光和震耳欲聋的巨响便响彻云霄。

轰！！！！！！！ 猛烈的震动让周围所有人站都站不稳。

尤其是城堡围墙上的人纷纷东倒西歪，还有的一个没站稳从高出掉了下去摔伤或摔死。

至于城门……

眼下已经只剩下巨大的缺口，两边的围墙也随之坍塌，刚才站在附近的士兵就算没有被当场炸死，现在已经被活埋在碎石块下边了。

“天呐！这就是火药的威力？”

卫队长从地上爬起来抖了抖身上的尘土，目瞪口呆张大了嘴巴。

他旁边的佣兵则眼睛里闪烁着名为兴奋的光芒，咧开嘴发出肆无忌惮的狂笑：“哈哈哈哈！棒极了！太棒了！有了这玩意，还有什么城堡和城市能挡得住我们？领主大人万岁！兄弟们！跟我冲！杀光里边所有胆敢反抗的家伙！”

“冲啊！！！！！”

“抢钱！抢粮！抢女人！”

“妈的！等等我！老子这辈子还没品尝过贵族家女仆的味道呢！”

“记得把最漂亮的留给领主大人！”

“滚吧！领主大人有玛娜小姐，才看不上那些平民呢。”

……

伴随着各种下流的话语跟谩骂，这群乌合之众争先恐后涌向被炸出来的缺口。

一些敌人的士兵挣扎着爬起来想要抵抗，但猛烈爆炸所产生的后遗症让他们反应迟钝，甚至是没办法维持平衡，纷纷被数量远远多于自己的敌人杀掉。

许多没有防具的农民更是毫不客气，直接把死人身上的盔甲拔下来套在自己身上，手中的干草叉也被随意丢弃在地上换成剑、长矛、斧头等更好的武器。

这根本不是一场战斗，而是一边倒的屠杀。

这支彻底释放了暴力属性的士兵基本上是见到男人就杀，见到女人就直接扑倒在地进行侵犯。

哪怕偶尔遇到硬茬子遭到反杀也不会任何畏惧，反而快速召唤同伙发动正义的群殴。

一时之间整个城堡到处都是男人临死前发出的惨叫，以及女人的哀求与哭泣声。

左思并没有加入其中，仅仅是站在入口处饶有兴致的欣赏着这一幕。

“大人，您确定不要阻止他们乱来吗？如果照这个样子下去，整个城堡恐怕没有几个人能活下来。”

在说这番话的时候，卫队长的眼神中充满了赤裸裸毫不掩饰的鄙夷跟厌恶。

但左思却笑着摇了摇头：“不，没有这个必要。

因为城堡内的所有士兵和仆人跟这里的贵族领主都拥有非常强的人身依附关系，他们的忠诚几乎不可能被动摇。

与其留着作为一个巨大的隐患，倒不如借士兵的手全部清理干净。

更何况我可不是来陪本地贵族完战争游戏的，而是要把他们连根拔起彻底铲除。

唯有如此，统治才能变得稳固，而不是隔三差五的闹叛乱。”

“可没有贵族，你要如何统治越来越庞大的领地呢？”

卫队长脸上浮现出了疑惑与不解的表情。

毕竟这个世界识字、懂管理的人才可不多，除了贵族阶级之外就只剩下法王厅的教会能大量培养出这方面的人才。

“很简单，我可以启用市民阶级中的商人和手工业者。

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.