As the pain gradually faded, everything finally turned dark. Zhuo En fell silent among the guards, his body motionless.
"Captain Zhuo En!" The guards cried out in grief to the officer who treated them well, while in the chaotic streets, the two sides continued to fight.
"Bang!"
Accompanied by a burst of intense fire, someone detonated the explosives that had been prepared in advance, blowing open the castle gate. Then, one after another, the blood-thirsty warriors rushed in, determined to capture the viscount hiding inside.
Why, in this cold winter, you can enjoy warm wine and delicious food in the castle, while some people have to hold the remaining scraps and die of hunger in the cold winter.
Why, you have never done anything good for others, yet you can enjoy such a comfortable life, while some people have to work hard all their lives and live like stiff and numb animals.
Why? You can be high and mighty and take away everything from them at will, but if you question them even a little, you will be considered guilty of a heinous crime, mocked and insulted, and made to feel ashamed.
Why is this world so ugly? Human nature is so greedy and unsatisfied, like a treacherous beast, sucking the bone marrow of others and treating them cruelly like animals.
If the gods cannot punish you, I will become a devil and return this torture and pain to you.
Amid the sharp sounds of metal clashing, the warriors screamed madly as they rushed into the luxurious and elegant castle, extinguishing candlelight, tearing cloth, chopping away those luxuriously dressed figures, and rushing towards the last room, stepping on flames and pools of blood.
The pain is so real, tormenting the anxious heart, making people lose their calm, lose their fear, and lose all restraints, just to vent the accumulated resentment.
You thought it would be a noble innovation and creation, but the fact is resentment and anger that has been suppressed to the extreme, like a raging beast, wantonly breaking through barriers and returning pain to the world.
And such scenes finally began to unfold in the southern border.
The heavy taxes levied before the war, the compensation and costs of defeat after the war, the salaries of the legions, and the expenses of the nobles' pleasures were like bloody blades, repeatedly cutting into the bodies of the lower classes. And expecting these nobles to share the treasures and wealth stored in their castles was absolutely impossible.
"This is a sacred possession belonging to our family. How can we share it with a bedbug underfoot for no reason?"
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