LGHTNOVELBOOK Chapter 384 Necessary Death
Roman hated war, but he was in this land, and there were enemies everywhere that he wanted to defeat, so war was inevitable.
Roman did not expect to negotiate for peace, and he had only one attitude to express - whoever dared to invade this land, Roman would use his head as a component of the pyramid.
Only cruelty and brutality could deter villains!
He temporarily ended the war with the momentum of autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves.
But if the enemy was not deterred enough, the Black Iron nobles would soon come back - don't underestimate the national strength of a kingdom.
These guys came with the idea of crushing him to death, and all the Black Iron nobles participated in it, those who had money paid, and those who had no money contributed their labor. Then his response should not be too fussy.
One size fits all!
One counts!
All must die!
Roman was like this to the nobles, not to mention the mercenaries.
That is, the number of prisoners was not enough, otherwise he would really let everyone see what it means to massacre thousands of people.
So when Gweiler told him about a certain mercenary, Roman didn't care. There are no innocent people in this era, and the perpetrators are never innocent.
However, after hearing Roman's understated answer, Gweiler was stunned.
According to convention, a few prisoners of war will be executed, and most prisoners of war will become slaves, working like cattle and horses for Roman. Those who behave well will either become citizens or soldiers.
But now that she knows that those people are going to die, Gweiler's heart is shaken.
She made a small voice: "They are not all bad people."
Roman glanced at the little witch. He didn't rest well during this period, and his mentality was not good. He didn't want to dwell on this topic.
It must be admitted that no one is born a natural villain. It is possible to persuade evil to do good, but he has no time to do those things. The current situation is too bad. Compared with a comb, he prefers a razor.
"I am the lord, I don't have that much energy to discern a person's nature."
"There is a trial by combat..."
"What can a trial by combat prove? The winner is innocent? Gweiler, I don't remember you being so naive."
Gweiler tilted her head slightly, bit her lip, and looked at the land next to her without saying a word. The land was barren and barren, and the weeds struggled to absorb nutrients.
Her thoughts gradually drifted to the time when Borg was alive.
The wild man was in the mountains, crazy and pathetic. Who killed him? He died twenty years ago.
Gweiler believed that it was this chaotic world that made people evil, and the thief Borg confessed his sins to her before he died.
She believed that the mercenaries also had their own difficulties. She saw the poor old wild cat and didn't understand the wild cat's cunning, so the witch agreed to the witch hunter's request.
Everyone has their own ideas, and Roman knows nothing.
As long as it doesn't involve his big plan, Roman has always been indifferent to other people's ideas.
He only knew that it didn't matter whether an individual was good or bad, innocent or not, struggling or not. Those lives would be submerged in the tide of the times. Some would be reborn, and some would fall into hell.
The crisis of the City of Plenty had not yet ended. He now needed a brutal massacre to deter foreign enemies and tell this land that even if they came here, there was only death.
"Is there no exception?"
"That's not within my consideration!" Roman said bluntly. It would be useless for anyone to come, not even the witch.
However, the witch in front of him was special. In the two years since Gweil showed miracles, not to mention those idiots who regarded her as the incarnation of the goddess of agriculture, even Roman's army respected her in every way, and they almost kowtowed to her.
Gweil could grow half of the city's food, and her prestige here was second only to Roman himself.
Many people could see her leading a donkey to various places. If Roman had not forbidden others to approach Gweiler, otherwise he would have punished her as a crime. The residents might have spontaneously supported Gweiler to become the second lord.
You must know that controlling food can control all mankind.
It’s just that the little witch was born in the lower class. She usually worked very hard, but her nature was very satisfied and she rarely asked for anything.
Roman patiently said: "Gweiler, I want to end this chaotic world, but it’s not you and me who are fighting on the front line, but my army. I want to reduce their sacrifices, otherwise I would be despising their lives."
Roman put a big hat on her, and Gweiler was unhappy.
"Okay, Roman, what you want to do is what I want to do." Gweiler compromised. She couldn't resist Roman's will. She felt that Roman must have his reasons for doing this.
No one should doubt his decision.
She always believed that only the man in front of her could save this land. If he wanted someone to die, then the death of that person was a matter of no concern - this was a necessary death.
"Gweil, these things are not for you to consider. Go back first." Roman patted Gweil's head. He had great power and could decide the life and death of all mercenaries with just one sentence, but not all captives were mercenaries.
Professional mercenaries were extremely cunning. When they saw that the situation was not right, they would run away very quickly. Therefore, he did not capture many soldiers this time. Most of the captives were laborers in charge of logistics. Mercenaries eat meat, but these people can't even drink the broth.
Roman chose to cut it off with one knife, but the knife did not fall on them.
After Gweil left, Roman executed all the prisoners of war. During the period, some people resisted and refused to be killed, which caused a lot of commotion and were finally suppressed by the White Knight.
The bodies on the battlefield were also collected and piled up into graves with soil.
There are eight graves of corpses beside the Black Iron Road, which are ten meters high and smell like hell on earth. Hundreds of skulls and flesh are rotting, embedded in the soil like reliefs, and their naked eyes stare at the Black Iron Road empty.
I believe that no one who passes by can ignore its existence.
Seeing such a scene on the march, Roman does not believe that people with weak wills can continue.
No one will criticize him morally. Princess Baigang praised this highly - a kind farmer will kill his family, while a kind lord can drag his territory into the abyss.
The princess knows the benefits of bringing fear to the enemy. When the enemy also fears you, then you have the basis for conquering them.
But the tedious affairs brought by war are not to say that killing prisoners of war is fine, there is also post-war processing.
The war is fought for logistics and administrative efficiency, but the new regime established by Roman is too immature, the administrators of the new era have not grown up, and the officials of the old era are either too few or unusable, and many things have to be reviewed by him personally.
For example, we must first determine the number of casualties.
"There are 578 casualties. Not only Captain Weimar of the 7th Heavy Armored Battalion died, but also the captain of the 3rd Special Battalion died?"
"Yes, Your Highness, they are all very brave!" The answerer was Captain Ed of the 13th Ordinary Battalion. He was still very young, but his face looked vicissitudes.
Roman sighed and said, "I know."
The River Valley Army suffered heavy losses on the road, with more than 500 dead alone, and the number of injured was far more than this.
They did a good job.
If there was no blocking force, once the enemy entered the City of Plenty, the casualties would not be 500 soldiers, but 5,000 villagers, and the damage to production would be immeasurable.
However, Roman felt very distressed to lose two captains at once, because those who took on the position of captain were all his senior apostles.
But this was inevitable, and there were many unavoidable things.
Soon, the black crow brought black bad news again.
According to the intelligence from Blackbird Forest, the valley army deployed by Roman in Blackbird Forest completed its mission, and its captain also died.
The Black Iron Alliance was divided into four routes. Roman defeated three of them in three days, and the fourth route has not been seen yet.
It was because the source of soldiers of the fourth route was the most mixed, and their marching road was the most rugged, so they advanced slowly.
Theoretically, after three days, they should have arrived no matter how slow they were.
However, Roman had previously built a military fortress in Blackbird Forest, with the intention of dispersing the energy of the fourth route. When the mercenaries on the road passed by Slater Fortress and Shane Fortress, they had to reserve 10,000 troops to besiege the two fortresses, so as not to be stabbed in the ass when attacking the City of Plenty.
Makol once ordered the fourth route to march quickly and quickly form a formation to encircle and close the City of Plenty. But the nobles of the fourth route were not interested, perhaps because they were too poorly organized, or perhaps because they were not prepared to really go to the battlefield. Not only did they not force a march, they did not disperse their forces, but instead confronted the Blackbird Fortress.
The Fourth Route Coalition had a total of more than 100,000 people. They had not made any progress in the past few days and had been attacking the steep Blackbird Fortress. The Blackbird Fortress had only 500 river valley defenders, who stubbornly resisted the attack of 100,000 people.
More than half of the 500 defenders were killed, and the rest were injured. The highest commander of the Blackbird Forest, the captain, also died in battle yesterday.
Until today, the dust settled. After the nobles of the Fourth Route received the news, so many troops scattered on the spot, completely a mob.
After the crisis was resolved, the brigade think tank immediately sent a letter by crow, relaying the captain's last words: Your Highness, Roman, I will defend this ideal land with my life, and don't let any thugs defile it.