Chapter 186 The Birth of the Case of the Contest and the Army

Author: Leader of Tofu Brain Salted Party

Chapter 186 The Birth of the Case of the Contest and the Army

The streets of Budapest were walking back and forth with lonely souls. These survivor prisoners of warriors stayed in this ruins, trying to find living people and useful supplies under the supervision of the warrior army.

The once beautiful and magnificent church is now only ruins.

In the empty square are broken statues and stone pillars.

Ryan looked at the devastated eyes, his eyebrows unconsciously frowned, kicked away the fragments of tiles that were in the way, and fanned the air with his right hand, slightly dispelling the heat wave that had not yet dissipated in the city.

Salter regarded this square as a temporary command center.

After a brief chat with Salter, Ryan hid again with the unicorn and the "Golden Uniform Guard".

Obviously, this young man whose innocent heart has not completely dissipated has a lot of complaints about Salter's extremely cruel city-burning tactics.

The captured Andriaian nobles were naturally transferred to Salter for treatment.

A mustached soldier pushed Curres straightforwardly and signaled him to come forward and wait for General Salt to fall.

However, the nobles who were penetrated by unicorn light spells were just thick and stopped their blood. If they had not been relying on their strong physique, they would have probably not even been able to walk.

The soldier pushed Curres down with a casual push and put all over the ground with shame.

Curres tried hard to get rid of this humiliating posture of being protruded, but the fall broke the wound again, and struggled and couldn't use his strength, so he had to turn his head and stare at the soldier fiercely.

"Curres!" Seeing that his friend was in trouble, Viscount Cro wanted to step forward and help Curres up, but his wrist and ankle were painful, and the soldiers looking at him behind him told him that it would not work.

"Your Excellency, we demand reasonable treatment of prisoners of war." Viscount Crowe faced Salter and said righteously, "It is contrary to the convention that your army treats prisoners so rudely."

"puff-"

Salt sneered, pointed to the central castle not far from the church and the square, and pointed out the black smoke that was still coming out and the prisoners who were trying to rescue supplies, and asked:

"There is no such thing as burning supplies before leaving, right?"

"This-" the nobles looked at each other.

Viscount Narlit struggled to cover the wound on his wrist and saluted: "There must be a misunderstanding. When we left, there was absolutely no burning of supplies."

Viscount Crowe also came back to his senses and defended him: "Yes, in the name of the gods, we really did not set fire to the materials."

Salt smiled disdainfully: "What, do you mean that this was an accidental fire? Do you think I believe it?"

"...Even if you don't believe it, we can bring you a generous ransom and give you some preferential treatment, which is not harmful." Viscount Crow said.

Salt spread his hands and said:

"Okay, you will compensate for all the spoils that I, Axia, deserved in this castle, and pay another regular ransom, and I will let you go, how about it?"

Who can afford this?

Originally, the ransom among the nobles was not a small amount, and they also had to compensate Andrea and the huge amount of war preparations stored here. They could not afford to pay for the small nobles by picking them up and selling them!

"Your Mightiness……"

Crow had to say something, but Salter had waved his hand and asked the soldiers to block their mouths with rags.

"Since I can't afford to pay, don't blame me for 'use of everything and do my best'." Salt spread his hands and said to himself.

At this time, a scarred man nodded and bowed all the way to Salt: "Sir, all the materials rescued here have been sent to the church."

The nobles who were covered with their mouths looked at him, hesitating and moving non-stop.

"Very good, 'Mad Axe', right?" Salter nodded in satisfaction and asked.

"Just nickname, just a nickname, just call me Remod." The scar-faced strong man didn't dare to be arrogant and replied in a low voice.

A red light flashed across Salt's eyes: "Do you want to live?"

The strong man plopped and fell to the ground: "I think, of course, I think, sir, we will do whatever you say, let us go, let us brothers go."

Salt patted his shoulder: "We, Yaxia, are by the rules. As long as you pay the ransom, we will definitely let you go.

You probably heard it just now, I think you can't afford to pay this batch of spoils.

What's more, no matter which country, mercenaries are killed, they will be killed, right?"

The strong man was photographed with a trembling heart and looked at Salter beggingly.

"But," said Salter with a kind smile, "We Asia has a proverb called 'Those who know the times are heroes'. In my eyes, you are heroes!

I have always admired your Tomahawk Mercenary Group's extremely cooperative captive.

I decided to give you a way out and a chance to join us!"

"Thank you, sir..." The strong man looked happy and said to praise him.

Salter waved his hand and said, "But everything has a price. If you are a robber and you want to kill someone, you will be a lie. I have a requirement for you."

"Sir, please say that as long as we can do it, we will do our best."

"It's not difficult," said Salter, pointing at the nobles who were tied up, "See these people are not there, I want you to give them a knife.

Don't cut the heavy weight, I want everyone who surrenders to survive to give them a knife!"

Remed's face was pale for a moment, and the nobles on the ground also crawled even more intensely.

Killing nobles on the battlefield can barely deal with it, after all, swords have no eyes.

After the war, slaughtering noble prisoners was really a bold move!

"Sir, are you joking? After the war, you can't argue with the king, you will be..."

Salt said in surprise:

"Oh, what are you talking about?

Could it be that your Tomahawk Mercenary Group and our Yashali cooperated outside and attacked and killed all the nobles in the city?

Is this what makes Budapest easily fall into my hands?”

Salt said, as he condensed a ball of extremely corrosive dark energy with his right hand, staring at Remod with a bad look.

Remod knew that if he dared to say "no", he would probably be on the spot in the next moment, and the mercenary group he had worked hard to form for most of his life would never have a good end!

The batch of killing embryos in front of us can really do everything!

He has to take the blame even if he doesn’t want to!

"No matter what, it will be a matter of being liquidated by the nobles in the future. One day, one day is considered a day of profit!"

Thinking of this, Remode Zhan Zhan took the knife handed over by an Asian warrior, slowly approached Curres, raised the knife in his hand, closed his eyes and slashed...

Viscount Crow, who was excited, squirmed and rubbed the rag in his mouth: "Uncle! Remod, you #@￥#...you dare to attack the nobles..."

Relton listened to the curse in his ears and recited the way these nobles were in charge of being in charge these days. His brothers had suffered a lot of trouble and made things difficult for him. How did his mother who kept talking nonstop was her own.

The noble father led his men to death, and he suffered as an illegitimate child...

Relton's eyes were red, he turned around in anger, waved his hand and chopped it heavily on Viscount Cro's handsome face.

Seeing that Relton had thrown his jar and was about to continue chopping it down, Salter quickly stopped it.

Then all prisoners of war were asked to cut the nobles.

Those who obey, live!

Those who disobey will die!

After killing dozens of prisoners who dared not come forward to offend the nobles, the remaining prisoners chose to surrender under great fear and survival pressure.

Looking at these prisoners of war who looked like a newborn and seemed to be out of the cage, Salter knew that a batch of useful cannon fodder had been obtained!
Chapter completed!