The ragged city gate was finally knocked open.

At this moment, Sir Bornon had no hope in his mind. Just as he held the sword tightly and was about to turn around and insert the blade into his wife's chest, a sharp battle axe suddenly stretched out from the side, and placed it on his shoulders obliquely.

Bonon slowly turned his head and looked in the direction of the axe handle. It was his trusted personal guard, a handsome young man who had just been promoted. Obviously, it was the first time he had experienced such a thing, and it was contrary to the principle of knight loyalty he had accepted. His hands holding the axe were trembling, and he could hardly control the axe handle. The sharp axe blade slashed slightly from Sir Bonon's neck, cutting the surface of his skin, revealing a dazzling red fine bloodline.

The Jazz instinctively believed that this was a spy lurking beside him. In just a few seconds, Sir Bornon had already dispelled this idea in his mind. He was familiar with this young guard, and that baby face alone was not enough to take on tasks such as traitors. Of course, it was not difficult to buy such a person, but impulse and blindness often became the subconscious instinct of young people. As long as a guy with a slightly smarter mind, he would not use such a person as a spy.

"Why, are you scared?"

At this moment, Sir Bornon felt anger and sorrow rolling in his chest. He looked at the young guard calmly and asked lightly: "Do you want to cut off my head and receive the reward? Or do you want me to catch it and leave it to those guys outside?"

The young guard seemed a little overwhelmed, but his hands refused to relax at all. The sharp battle axe was still firmly on the jazz's shoulder. He shook his head and said in a trembling voice: "Sorry I don't want to die. They said that as long as they surrender, they can avoid death. I, I, I..."

Facing Sir Bornon's cold and sharp gaze, the young guard felt that he was being entangled in something so dirty, and he didn't even have the courage to look directly at the Jazz. He stammered for a long time, his voice became deeper and his head turned to the side. In the end, Yu Qian pursed her lips tightly and stopped talking.

The troops gathered outside the city began to move quickly towards the manor. As the gate hub was broken, it made a distorted sound, and overwhelming cheers and shouts also erupted, becoming the absolute main theme inside and outside the manor.

There were few guards in the entire manor. Apart from the soldiers guarding the gate, there were only those who gathered on the city tower in Sir Bornon. There were only three floors of towers in total, but the attackers appeared a little later than expected. When a group of soldiers with ferocious faces and holding various weapons in their hands rushed up to the tower, Sir Bornon saw the heavy armored knight who was walking towards him surrounded by many guards.

It was indeed Saben, the captain of the guard under Count Larsen. His face was full of grim smiles, and he was holding a person who had just been cut down and was bleeding.

"Did Count Larsen want to provoke a full-scale war between the nobles?"

Looking at Saben with a hideous face, Sir Bornon also forgot the battle axe on his shoulders. He suddenly became excited. He raised his hand desperately and pointed at Saben and roared: "Look at what you have done? Viscount Sazabi and Larson both belong to the Red Griffon Kingdom. Both you and I must be loyal to the same king. Do you know what the consequences will bring? You, you will be retribution."

Saben didn't care about Sir Bornon's words. He threw the head in his hand to the ground and walked straight to the Jazz's family surrounded by a group of soldiers. He looked one by one as if a merchant had checked his goods. Saben stood in front of Sir Bornon's somewhat beautiful lady, reached out to grab her clothes, and tore off a large ball of cloth hard, which caused a scream, a continuous cry, and a constant roar of rage from the Jazz's mouth.

"don't want"

"No, don't do this"

"Bastard, what are you thinking? Take your dirty paws away from her."

Saben slowly wiped away the blood stained from his hands with cloth, smiled casually at the group of guards beside him, pointing at the Jazz Lady who covered her chest with her hands, but looking at the angry Bonon, with a sense of abuse and unconcealed demeanor, and said clearly and loudly: "All the women in the manor, including her, are your spoils. Remember, only those women I have seen can touch. Carry all the virgins back and they can sell them at a very good price. No matter how you want to play, the premise is not to kill people, and let them live."

As he said that, he strode to the young guard, snatched the battle axe with his backhand, and made a beautiful arc in the air, accurately hit Sir Born in the neck, and his glaring head rolled down, bringing out a mess of blood on the floor.

"Old guy, you said something wrong."

Saben threw down the axe and stepped on the jazz corpse in disgust: "The old bastard Larsen has the same fate as you are now. I don't believe in any king anymore. I only obey Lord Valam's orders now. He will replace you and become the new ruler of this world. Hehehehe Do you know? Lord Valam will become the new emperor. And I am the new king conferred by the new Majesty."

He raised his head and glanced at the young guard standing beside him, full of expectation and respect on his face. Sambong narrowed his eyes slightly, stroked his chin with his short and hard beard, and suddenly a strange smile appeared on his face: "I don't like you. You have to understand that selling the owner and seeking honor is an extremely despicable act. Moreover, he must not die well."

Before the young guard could react, Sabune had already pulled out the short sword from his waist at an extremely fast speed, and cut it horizontally on the young guard's neck that was caught off guard. It seemed as if a membrane rich in moisture was poked open, and a large mass of blood surged out unstoppable along the broken position. The young guard opened his eyes wide, covered his throat with his hands tightly, and his mouth was wide open. Although his expression was painful and desperate, it was mixed with obvious incredible elements. He took a few steps backwards, and finally lost his balance and fell heavily from the city tower.

Saben himself has done something like betraying the benefactor. He hates guys who are the same way as him. Not only does this kind of person have no loyalty at all, he will also stab you from the back at critical moments. People like this would rather kill them all than let one go. In contrast, those soldiers who would rather die than surrender than retreat than retreat are even more respectable.

The shouts of killing in the manor gradually subsided, and there was a breath of fanaticism and excitement everywhere. In almost every corner, the scene of bodies overlapping each other. There were messy clothes scattered beside them, as well as gold, silver, coins and valuables found from the rooms and cabinets. In this space where the scatter itself, money and women have always been the best representatives of stimulating combat power. The former can satisfy men's desire for ideals, while the latter can fill the man's emptiness in desires.

The effect of Valam's plundering of this space field was already very obvious. Including Saben, he gathered a huge army of over 10,000. Of course, Valam was not stupid enough to distribute guns and ammunition to these surrendered soldiers. Instead, he completely armed them with ordinary weapons in this world, and ordered them to attack all the surrounding noble territories with cruel supervision teams, plunder assets and women, and act as the basis of ruling with violence and iron fist.

Sambong alone has more than 8,000 soldiers. Of course, not everyone is a real warrior. This army is filled with a large number of speculators, poor people, slaves, robbers and liars. The only ones who are truly qualified to be called "warriors" are about 1,000 people directly under Sambong. But it is undeniable that the difference between 1,000 and 10,000 is huge. The outcome of the battle is often not simply based on the strength of the two sides of the battle. The comparison of quantity can also become an important factor in determining the outcome.

"Reorganize the team in two hours."

"Calculate the number of people, search carefully for each room, gather all the prisoners together, and screen them one by one. If you are willing to join, let them stay. Then kill all the men and take away all the women and valuable things."

"Block down the news, prepare and count logistics supplies. Be wary of all movements in the direction of Viscount Sazabi's territory at any time."

The so-called "distinguishing" is an extremely cruel practice. It is the practice of gathering all surrendered personnel, distributing weapons, and under strict management and control, letting them fight one-on-one with each other, and selecting the winners to fill the army. Only when a guy who has his own blood on his hands will he be fearless when he fights. They have no way out. When they want to survive and stab a knife into their companions, they have already decided their own future.

Saben himself is no exception. Although Valam accepted his allegiance in public, behind his back, Valam still watched Saben wave his long sword and cut off the head of his newly married wife. It was the daughter of Count Larsen and the woman Saben once loved deeply. Just that, Saben knew that a man should not cry for a woman. They will always be my accessories. As long as he has the ability and weapons, they will always crawl at your feet and let you ask for it. What is a mere Count's daughter? As long as he captures the royal city, even the princess can do whatever you want. These ladies usually look arrogant and arrogant. To put it bluntly, they are actually a bitch that changes with the environment.

These rebellious words sounded very frightening and completely subverted Saben's previous worldview. Unlike Valam, who came from the third stage of the main world, his thinking of knights' allegiance was already deeply rooted in his mind. However, Valam opened a new door for Saben with tyranny and blood. There, Saben saw his future. That was to step on countless rolling heads and then ascend to the throne of power and wealth.

Sir Bornon's wife was very good, and in her, Saben felt a completely different experience from the daughter of Count Larson.

What would happen if it were Viscount Sazabi's wife?

Sa Ben was really looking forward to it, and he also felt extremely excited and abusive in a faint sense.

When Su Hao left the space passage and entered the "Kunming" castle reception hall inside the space field, Viscount Sazabi had been waiting there for several hours.

Bad news comes one after another: Sir Bornon's territory was captured, the Knights of Gerfu and their troops were all wiped out, a large number of unknown armed personnel were found outside the territory of Faucas, and the personnel sent to the capital for help have not been heard of so far. Caravans inside the territory left one after another, and tax and food income have been greatly reduced...

All of this is because of the Earl Lasson from the north. He was originally an old noble who was kind-hearted and very tolerant of the people and his subordinates. But for some reason, Earl Lasson suddenly changed his previous governing strategy in the past few months and began to march into the surrounding areas.

In the world of space, backward technology means that information transmission must be consumed a lot of time. Saben did a thorough job of blocking intelligence. Viscount Sazabi waited for four days before he received the news that Sir Bornon was brutally killed and that the entire territory was destroyed.

Focas is a very flexible guy with a very keen sense of smell. He immediately noticed the abnormality and immediately took all his troops to the Viscount Castle. Of course, this was not to show loyalty, but a way of self-protection in special circumstances. After all, there were as many as thousands of combat troops under Viscount. After suffering the last time he was completely wiped out, Sir Focas worked hard to restore his armed forces to about 300 people. The news sent back from various channels was very terrible. Although there were no accurate numbers, it could be inferred that the number of invaders exceeded tens of thousands. Except for the king and duke, few nobles could withstand this terrible force like a tide.

“I need help”

Viscount Sazabi no longer had the reserve and noble demeanor he had before. The first thing he said when he saw Su Hao was to ask for help was very direct: "You must help me, this time, I really encountered big trouble. Earl Larsen's army has tens of thousands, and I have lost more than half of my territory and army. They are likely to launch an attack in the next few days. I have asked other nobles for help, but few people responded. You have to help me no matter what, otherwise, this time it will be over."

Su Hao frowned and called Viscount Sazabi to sit down on the chair while ordering people to bring drinks. Sazabi was so excited that he was even incoherent. Su Hao rushed over from the main world after receiving the news, and could be said to have no idea what was going on here.

"Don't panic and make things clear."

The lemon juice mixed with sedatives worked very well. After a cup, the blood in Viscount Sazzabi's eyes gradually faded, and his heavy breathing became smooth. Although he was still clenching his fists, the force of his clench was not as strong as before. The tight muscles on his body also became relaxed, but the anxious components could still be seen in his eyes.

After a brief narrative, Su Hao has roughly understood the process of the matter and the focus of the problem.

Su Hao is completely unfamiliar with the name of Count Larsen. But this does not prevent him from knowing the basic rules of the world of space. Nobles can conquer each other, and there is no law to restrict such battles. In fact, the battles between nobles often have their own bottom line, that is, the disaster is not as good as their family members. Even the winners allow the defeated party to regain freedom by paying ransom. After all, the size of the territory must be recognized by the king and the senior lord to produce a recognized effect. The meaning of war is to make profits. From this perspective, as long as you have money, it means that you can live no matter how many times you lose.

Earl Larsen's playing style completely destroyed the rules that the nobles kept silently.

No one noticed when this kind of thing happened? When the nobles wanted to stop it, they found that the strength of Count Larsen had increased sharply, expanding to a terrible level that they could not imagine.

"With the current proven intelligence, the army of Count Larsen has at least more than 20,000, and may even reach 30,000. He took away all the food from the captured castles and manors, and turned those places into scorched earth. Just last week, he sold more than 600 noble families into slaves."

"They are well-equipped, with many real warriors in the army, and even a considerable number of knights. Such wars have turned into a terrible plague. No nobles can survive wherever they go. Larsen seemed crazy, and no one knew why he was like this? Several noble fiefs in the north and west had been swallowed up by him. Next, it was my turn."

Viscount Sazabi looked at Su Hao seriously and said in a sincere tone: "To be honest, I didn't care about your so-called "Duke of the Red Dragon". After all, you are an outsider and have no title documents recognized by the king. But you should understand that the nobles have the practice of taking care of each other. No matter what you have done before, I will give you enough support now and what you think in the future. You are different from Larsen. If you let Forkas go, you have no ambition for my fief. These things are all on the surface and can be seen. I promise you that as long as you help me overcome this difficulty, I will definitely help you become the real Duke of the Red Dragon."

Su Hao stared at Sazabi quietly. From the man's eyes, he saw expectations and despair.
Chapter completed!