"Tolerance? Haha I don't think so."

Tong Yanfeng slowly stroked the jaw that had grown thick and hard bearded. Although his face was smiling, it was full of fearful cruelty: "They were just consumables. This war will last for a long time. "Victory" cannot be obtained by talking about it. Successful people are always filled with countless bones. Wars are about to die. Liberating slaves is just to gain support. In fact, it doesn't matter whether the rule is a slave or aristocrat. If the nobles can stand

On our side, the targets that were tortured will become slaves. You have also seen that nobility will never give up its existing power. We can only choose slaves. However, their number is too large, especially in terms of thinking and consciousness acceptance, which is far inferior to those of aristocrats with higher education. The best way is to let them consume as much as possible on the battlefield. Use tens of thousands of people to attack a manor and a city. Even if only one person survives, he may become a real elite."

Tong Yanfeng's words are not profound. He can become a "worker bee", and of course the young adjutant can understand the meaning.

The core of the Sixth Legion is more than 12,000 elite slave soldiers. They have followed Su Hao since the riot in Maca City. They are the first people to be contacted by the "worker bees". The chance of assimilation is quite high and they can be obeyed. These people have rich combat experience and are real veterans. In a few months, each person has at least five lives.

The members of the Legion are different. Due to insufficient staff, the Propaganda Department can only provide the most common preliminary influence on them. Of course, this situation will continue to change as a large number of slaves in the Labangka world are transformed into "worker bees". But for now, only the elites who survived in previous battles are truly able to enter the assimilation program.

The aroma of broth and bread came from the air. Breakfast had begun to be distributed in the military camp, which heralded the soon attack on Flanderkenson City in front of her.

Tong Yanfeng turned around and waved his hand casually: "Let's go, the sun has come out, and this rare calm will disappear soon."

The outer camp of the Legion is set on the west side of the woods. There are more than 40,000 armed slaves here. Those who were originally organized in Maca City have almost died in battle. Along the way, there are liberated slaves constantly filling them up, and the scale of the Legion has become increasingly large.

In the center of the logistics camp, dozens of large stoves made of stones were piled up. The large iron pot with a diameter of several meters was filled with water and was already boiling. Through the gap between the bottom of the pot and the stones, you can see large pieces of burning wood, and flames kept jumping out of the gap, forming a terrifying wisp of fearful energy in the air. They were mixed with the rising white steam, creating a special attraction to the empty stomach bag.

A dozen men with terrifying faces and terrifyingly strong men walked into the prisoner-of-war camp in groups. These men were all chefs of the recruits, all naked, with only a bib made of animal skin hanging on them. They were tall, with the muscles on their arms, chest, back and thighs full and strong, and the blood vessels were as dense as dense roots. Although the morning sun was not dazzling and the temperature was quite cool, the chefs were still covered in sweat, and the bulging muscles reflected a terrifying special luster.

All the chefs were shaved with their heads, and their round butts looked particularly eye-catching in the sun. No one dared to make fun of them. Even the brave slave soldiers would subconsciously keep silent and stand when they saw the chef. People watched these strong men walk into the prison camp with awe, picking and choosing among the groups of prisoners of war.

"This is OK, drag it out."

"This has to be raised for a few more days. You bastards in charge of guarding, don't lose any more weight. I have said that they must be filled several times. I am raising people, not pigs."

Legion supply is largely derived from plunder. Most of the ingredients used to make bread are sok tubers, which are mixed with a small amount of flour. The taste and taste are average, but you can eat enough. As for broth, it also comes from one of the plunders that go out to plunder.

Almost all the prisoners of war detained were nobles and estate owners. They lived a superior life, were fatter than ordinary people, and had a lot of fat on their bodies. These prisoners of war were detained in groups of fifty people, with men and women separated. There was no deduction in daily diet, and the portion was enough for them to eat, but it was impossible for them to have good wine and delicious food every day like in the past.

Su Hao never thought that eating people was a sin. It was just the most basic manifestation of human nature in a desperate environment. The world of Labangka is not the earth, and the intelligent creatures here may not be considered humans in terms of classification. Eating on them can only be considered alternative hunting at most.

A chef caught a prisoner of war in his mid-year-old from the cage. His robe had been divided up by slaves, leaving only the innermost underwear. The middle-aged man was the owner of a castle that had been broken up nearby a few days ago, and seemed to be a viscount. But in the eyes of the chef, he was just a fat and succulent pig.

Slaughtering requires help from others. With the chef's order, four slave soldiers rushed up and grabbed Viscount's shoulders, neck and legs, bent their entire body backwards, like a strange-shaped bent shrimp. This unbearable pain made Viscount scream in his mouth, but the chef smiled "hehehehe" and grabbed Viscount's cheek with his strong and powerful fingers, pulled out a dagger, and cut it hard towards his throat that was tightened to the extreme.

Bright red blood gushed out like a fountain, and a busy slave soldier hurriedly brought the basin to him. The basin was filled with pre-prepared coarse cereal and tuber mud. After stirring constantly, the hot blood quickly mixed with it and merged into an inseparable whole.

This is a slave food that is widely circulated in Labangka. While stirring the blood, various seasonings must be added. After condensed, put them in a pot and cut them into pieces to cook. The taste is also very good.

Viscount's body was completely suppressed and could not struggle, and even the simplest twisting could not be achieved. He kept opening his mouth but could not make a sound. A few minutes later, Viscount, whose blood was exhausted, completely lost his voice. The chef grabbed the back of the corpse with a steel-like hand, and quickly cut off the head with extremely clever and quick movements. The bloodless corpse appeared strange white all over the body. The chef changed a pair of iron pliers from the belt on the waist and pulled out the nails on the corpse's hands and feet. After all, he picked up the dagger again and inserted it directly into the chest of the corpse. The knife edge slid down to the abdomen.

The heart, lung lobes, liver, intestines... are all edible. The dirtiest and most difficult to deal with large intestine are thrown directly to the slave soldiers for treatment. After simple rinsing, the other internal organs are chopped into small pieces with a knife and thrown into a soup pot to cook. Several slave soldiers hang the baron who is stripped naked on a wooden rack, burn it carefully from top to bottom with a torch, and make sure that all hair is cleaned. Then they take the body off the rack, rinse it as usual, and then carry it to the chef.

Not everyone can do the trick of picking meat with sharp knives from both sides of their shoulders. Even the most brave warriors on the battlefield cannot know every muscle texture as much as they are. The chef's understanding of food is different from that of ordinary people. In just a few minutes, the poor viscount was cut to only one bone. As usual, the soft meat strips were left to the slave soldiers to chop into small pieces. The skeletons with almost no meat were chopped with a giant axe and threw them into boiling soup pots.

The meat pieces were quickly cooked until they turned white and rose and fell in boiling water. In addition to salt, the seasoning was only the most common vanilla in the Labangka continent. The color of the broth gradually turned into a thick white like milk. In order not to waste, the head that was cut off before was also clearly cooked by slave soldiers. It was also a fine task. The entire nasal cavity must be cut with a small knife and repeatedly rinsed with mucous membranes and impurities. The treatment method of ears and eyes is similar to that. But some slaves always like to eat raw brains and eyeballs, thinking that this is a rare and delicious food than cooked meat.

Chefs never eat this kind of thing. To be precise, they should never eat this kind of broth cooked by slave soldiers cleaning the bodies. They always think that slave soldiers do a bad job of cleaning. They often carry unwashed poop and urine in the large intestine, and there are no snot in the respiratory tract from time to time. There are always yellow stains in the chopped ears... Although this broth is fragrant, it always makes the chefs feel disgusting. Only slave soldiers can eat it without any scruples, and the officers and captains don't even touch it.

Every day, a group of prisoners of war was killed. The most difficult thing to deal with was female prisoners of war. Although Tong Yanfeng repeatedly made repeated attempts, many female prisoners of war were still beaten by slave soldiers at night. These women were covered with fishy semen, and they were not energetic, and seemed half-dead. The next day, when the chef slaughtered people, he was always furious and always roared and ordered the slave soldiers to clean the bodies repeatedly. Over time, the chefs even felt that the soup pots for cooking meat were dirty, and they felt disgusting just by touching them with their hands.

There is no concealment at all in the scene of murder and slaughtering. As long as you are willing, anyone can watch nearby.

Tong Yanfeng believed that several spies from Flanderkenson City must have been infiltrated into the barracks. The things that slave soldiers and chefs were doing were not hidden from their eyes.

This is the effect that is needed.

The nobles in the city must know what happened to all the captured people. The consequences of the stubborn resistance are to be eaten as snacks. This does not matter to morality, but only comes from different attitudes between the enemy and us. If you open the city and surrender, there is at least a way out.

The terrible news will spread all over the Labangka continent like the wind. In addition to fear, the nobles will definitely be more wary of slaves. The treatment of slaves will become worse and worse, and the signs of resistance and fighting will become more and more prosperous. Instead of being killed indecisively under the nobles' hands, it is better to join the army of the Red Dragon Earl and eat the damn noble family one by one.

Assemble.

attack.

The fall of Flanderkenson City is no suspense. With advanced mathematical knowledge far beyond the Labangka world, each legion is equipped with a certain number of stone throwing cars. These powerful engineering tools can be decomposed and assembled. With the understanding ability of humans in the Labangka world, even if they are obtained, they cannot understand it, let alone use it.

When the city wall was knocked down by huge rocks, there was no suspense in the battle.

The tide of slaves instantly flooded the entire city. The defenders' swords would certainly take away a large number of lives during the battle, but the surviving people became particularly brave. Killing, robbery, rape... Under all kinds of stimulation and impulses that had never been experienced, the combat awareness of slave soldiers was raised to the extreme. They knew that they had no way out, and even if they surrendered, the nobles would not let them go. Since they were dead, it would be better to rush in and kill all the nobles.

The plundering of the Sixth Legion was completely locust-like. They did not leave any corner of the city. The citizens' property and supplies were all concentrated, loaded on carriages, and transported to Maka City and the rear base. The main transportation materials were food. Except for the part that left to maintain the legion, the rest were transported away. The parts that exceeded the capacity were concentrated and burned. Tong Yanfeng executed Su Hao's orders without any omissions. Money and valuables could be deducted, but the food must be supplied, and it must be guaranteed to be left to the upcoming King's Army. In short, the King's Army would never get any supplies from the area passed by the slave army.

The liberated slaves and civilians were taken back as usual. There was absolutely no room for negotiation. Anyone who wanted to stay would be cut off. Whether men, women, young or old, noble civilians or slaves. Like the captured cities in the past, the city of Flanderkenson would become a white land.

There are always some people who are attached to their homes who refuse to leave. For them, Tong Yanfeng can only end with the most cruel and cruel orders. A total of more than 26,000 people were killed, a considerable number of them were slaves, and more, civilians.

The entire legion suffered heavy casualties in the offensive battle. In order to protect their homes, the noble private soldiers and armed civilians also burst out with amazing combat power. But no one among them could fight against the Beta-level "worker bee". Whenever there was a stalemate in the battle, and even the slave legion was about to collapse due to excessive losses, the officers and captains who were watching from the rear would immediately lead the elite to rush up and smash the hardest part of the defenders like a destruction.

The liberated slaves cheered for it, and although the entire legion of slave recruits suffered more than half of the casualties in the battle, they were supplemented by twice the loss. In the next battle, more people will definitely die in battle, and more people will continue to join.

Flanderkenson City turned into ruins. Houses and buildings were burned by a fire. When Tong Yanfeng led the Sixth Legion away, the sky was completely red by the rising flames. The "crackling" explosion filled everyone's eardrums, the air was filled with burning heat waves, and even the ground under his feet became hot.

All the corpses of nobles, including the city lord, were hung on wooden poles. The faces of the deceased had extremely painful expressions, with despair, fear, anger, and shouting... The corpses were stripped naked, and the way of killing was extremely cruel. All female nobles were beaten by the wheel. Tong Yanfeng's purpose was obvious: the later King's army must be scared, angry, and unable to obtain supplies. Complex and strong emotions will become the heaviest burden for them in the battle.

The broth is cooked every day, and there is no shortage of a few hundred nobles. When necessary, some people can even be drawn from the slave soldiers to slaughter for food. There are always some people among those guys who are particularly disobedient and kill people on the grounds of violating military orders. This will not only not cause public outrage, but also show that the legion commander is fair and strict.

Justice and evil are always just a sentence from the superior. The facts are actually that simple.

Patrick felt very scared. This had never happened during his thirteen-year reign as King Jinka.

He wore an expensive and white casual gown, with a set of delicately crafted tight armor under his clothes, and beautiful lilies and shield-shaped heralds on his chest. This is a sign of identity that only kings or high nobles are qualified to own. No matter who they are, wearing this outfit will make people feel noble, not to mention that Patrick was originally a handsome man with a good reputation in the aristocratic circle.

The Kings Army came too late. Flanderkenson City had been completely burned down. Standing far away, you can see the strange black ruins on the horizon. At that time, Patrick's heart was filled with extremely bad associations. When he rode his guards madly to the front, what caught his eye were those highly decayed, falling from the wooden poles, covered with countless maggots, and emitting a strong stench.

Tong Yanfeng obviously considered the issue of letting later generations identify the corpse. He left corresponding aristocratic heralds on the victims. With the fragments of clothes soaked in corpse blood and rotten liquid and were ragged, Patrick barely corresponded the pile of corrosion to the image in his memory.

Earl Sali, Baron Mollaveli, Viscountess of Fimer, Sir Yitel...

The coat of arms represents the identity of the noble. One more partridge or one less rose on it means the title and whether the identity is prominent. Patrick really has no intention of examining the status of these dead people at this moment. He only felt indescribable panic and helplessness, as if a devil lurked in his mind, staring at him with a gloomy and evil gaze.

The rioters had almost no supply along the way. The rioters used strange tactics that Patrick had never heard of. They went deep into the king's ruling area from several directions and burned the manors and castles of all sizes. There was no bread, no meat or vegetables, and even daily drinking water was extremely lacking. Under normal circumstances, it only took two weeks to get from the lord to Flanderkenson, and the marching time was shorter. Now, Patrick had been walking for more than two months.
Chapter completed!