My name is Ren

Chapter 120 Chapter [-]

Bolson looked at Julian on the ground with a complicated expression. In fact, this old man could not die, and there was no need to die.The whole self-rescue society has gone sour after the frenzy of the riots.He is not the only one who has deteriorated, there are many others. He does not need to pay for all the sins, nor does he need to die at this time.Perhaps he died under the condemnation of his own conscience, unable to face these people who were still alive and who were about to... die.

Looking at Julian, Bolson quickly thought of himself. If I have such a day, how will I choose when this day comes?
It is like Andor, living humblely, surrounded by despair and fear, struggling, and completely sinking.

Or, like Julian, use death to atone for all the mistakes he has committed?Looking up at the holy heaven in the abyss?
Bolson didn't know that when he looked away, his mind became hard as iron again.He told himself that he was not Julian, and what he was going to do was ten thousand times more terrible than what Julian was going to do, but he would never regret it, nor would he atone for it, because he was not wrong.What is wrong is this world and the rotten human hearts.

Shaking his hands with a thick stack of booklets with densely packed names, he stood in front of the black captives and behind the magic array of loudspeakers, and said loudly: "Next we will roll the rolls, and those whose names are counted look up. , If someone raises their head indiscriminately, or does not raise their head when the name is called, the whistleblower can be exonerated, and the escaper will die!" He paused for a moment, letting the group of prisoners who were still in a state of panic accept and understand. process.

After a while, he began to quickly roll the rolls. Familiar or unfamiliar names came to mind, and heads full of despair were raised slowly. People with lowered heads were lucky and giggled.Their eyes flickered, and they kept exchanging glances in private.The person who raised his head looked ashamed.

"Kent!"

Kent, who had been shivering all the time, trembled suddenly, and felt a burst of dampness and heat on the inside of his thighs. The fishy smell stimulated his nose. He raised his head in embarrassment and embarrassment, his face was blue, and his cheeks were bulging.Gradually, he didn't care about the disgusting eyes of the people around him, yes, he was going to die, what's the point of caring about those things?He looked up at the sky, and only one thought lingered in his mind, since when did the peaceful life change?
The long roll call finally ended slowly. More than 700 people raised their heads and knelt on the ground.All kinds of desires are like colorful paints, and at this moment, they are colorful.The entire world is like a huge dye vat, where desire is the dye, and what we dye is human nature.

Bolson took a deep breath, and coldly looked at the majority who were either ecstatic or silent, with their heads bowed in silence, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.He waved his hand, and starting from the end of the crowd, rows of soldiers raised their swords, knives, and spears to decapitate the workers who bowed their heads.Heads rolled on the ground one after another, whirling and spurting blood.The blood was so sweet that the rioting people wanted to stand up for a moment, but because they lacked trust and cooperation with each other, not only did they not stand up, but they were implicated and fell to the ground one after another due to the disturbance among each other , so I can no longer get up.

This was a massacre without resistance, and all workers who participated in the Baratan uprising must pay the corresponding price for all the consequences they caused.

Cursing, screaming, and crying can't melt the hearts of soldiers, but can only bring more fear to those who are still alive.

After more than an hour, the killing gradually stopped, and Borson finally understood what the old saying "blood is like a torrent over the collapsed river, filling all the places where it can stay" is exactly what it is like.The blood that was too late to be absorbed by the soil was stagnant on the ground, and the thick and slippery feeling when stepping on it was very obvious, as if stepping on rotten soil.The moment he lifted his foot, the heel lifted off the ground, and the thick blood lines were stretched and broken along with the heel, and the ground where the red soil was exposed was soon covered with blood again.

Many soldiers turned pale, and some vomited from the sidelines. After all, this killing was terrifying, no matter for the losers or the winners.

Bolson's body was trembling. He gritted his teeth and looked at the more than 3000 people who barely responded and were still alive. "You are lucky, but you are also miserable, because you still don't understand, and you should atone for your sins."

fear?disgust?Or some other emotion made him quickly throw away the roster in his hand, and his pace became faster and faster, until finally he started running.He couldn't stand this scene, couldn't stand the smell here, couldn't stand the hopeless and spreading emotions here, and couldn't bear himself.

Yes, a young man who once set his political aspirations on changing the society, alleviating class conflicts, and benefiting the common people has finally become an executioner under the hands of the nobles in the face of cruel reality.What ideals are you talking about?His hands are already covered with blood, those unrepentant heads, those pairs of gray eyes, will be with him for the rest of his life until he dies.

At this moment, the entire Baratan riot was completely terminated.

One and a half months ago, according to official and unofficial statistics in Balatan, the city had a permanent population of 49 and a floating population of more than 30. This is a city no less than the capital.But today, after one and a half months, right here, there are less than 50 people left.Except for some mobile population and asylum seekers who took refuge in the outskirts, this turmoil caused a loss of more than 10 people in Balatan.Among them, 3 to [-] were workers who participated in the riots, and more than [-] of them died in the initial stage of resistance and suppression.

The remaining part split into several strands, and the 8000 people who went out of the city were easily eliminated by Renn with the black armor army, and the rest were all in a pool of blood outside the city.

In addition, there were also 2 civilians who died in the riots, were killed by officials, and were killed by self-help members.This is a terrifying number, especially in today's underdeveloped population, such a loss of population, it will take at least ten years to make up for the lost population from the "number".It will take more than ten or twenty years for these "numbers" to become a suitable workforce again.

Baratan's economy was almost completely paralyzed, and the direct economic loss exceeded hundreds of thousands of gold coins, as well as various related losses and incalculable losses.In order to build this city and make her so prosperous, it took several generations, two to three hundred years.But it only took one and a half months to destroy her, less than fifty days.

Destruction is easy, but construction is difficult. It may take a long, long time to restore Baratan to the size it was a month and a half ago!

No matter who accepts this mess, the first thing they have to face is to find a way to deal with more than [-] broken families, and try their best to make the rest of these people have food and not starve to death.Presumably in the next three to six months, Baratan, the flower of the former Tulun province, will be reduced to a city of despair...This place will become like Ortrenburg before, numb, hopeless, and gloomy!
However, all of this has nothing to do with Rennes.Not only was it irrelevant, but Ren gained a lot of benefits in this operation. First of all, he suppressed the riot. Although he was a gold nobleman, Pars always gave him some praise and benefits in face, otherwise how could he let him Those vacillating nobles firmly surrounded the royal family?Political correctness has always been advocated by the royal family as well as by all rulers.

Secondly, he will take away nearly [-] workers from here. These skilled workers can be said to have been piled up with money from repeated mistakes. They will not only shine for the construction of Ortrenburg, but also use their technology, The craft is passed on.Of course, in order for them to work stably in Ortrenburg, necessary appeasement is necessary. Taking away part of their family members is obviously the simplest and most direct way, which can also increase the population base of Ortrenburg. . .

Another harvest is the people in Andorra, who have monopolized a large amount of wealth, which belongs to them and also to Rennes.At least if there is no Ryan, let alone wealth or anything, they can call it luck if they can keep their lives.They can only live in Rennes' sphere of influence for the rest of their lives. Once they leave Rennes' sphere of influence, those robbers and dignitaries who are greedy for their wealth in the Baratan riots will kill them, and even more so. There will be working class betrayed by them, and they will swarm up and tear them apart.

As for the friendship between nobles brought about by the suppression of the turmoil in Ortrenburg, it is the least important part.

"You mean, here, in the city of Baratan, there is still a titled alchemist?" Ren looked at Andor, and Andor's face changed color. He couldn't be as crazy as Hugo, nor could he There is no way to be as free and easy as Julian. In order to ensure his detached status among the group of high-level self-rescue members who have "taken refuge" in Rennes, he must build a more stable bridge with Rennes.

And the alchemist he found was the bridge between him and Ren.

Andor gritted his teeth and nodded repeatedly, even if he offended the Furnace Guild, "His name is Gail, and his title is Melting Gold."

(End of this chapter)