Warhammer

"We are going to rebel!"

Something unexpected happened again.

The herald put down his hand, his eyes full of blood, but he didn't care and swung his sword violently, chopping off the arm of a male refugee who was pointing at them.

Half of his face was covered in blood and he looked furious, looking as ferocious as a green-skinned devil.

"Are you rebelling? Disobeying the Kingdom's call and attacking the Kingdom's officers!"

This angry shout, the accusation of treason, and the messenger's sudden action of drawing his sword and committing a crime instantly shocked everyone in the field.

The crowd, which had already become agitated and close to the edge of danger, suddenly quieted down.

A man was holding a baby crying because of hunger. His wife had gone to a farther place where no one had ever been to collect food and disappeared. The werewolf scouts tracked the blood trail and found that the end point was a bear's den, which contained his wife's torn clothes and body parts.

He held the child in his arms, thinking that if the kingdom's orders were followed, all able-bodied men would be recruited, trained in the army, and march south to fight against the greenskins.

According to the record of the Estalia people's continuous defeat in the past few wars, and the enemy's strong momentum and large army, if they were to harass the enemy's rear and advance deep into the enemy's territory alone, they would most likely be defeated and killed. Thinking of their wives who died for food and their babies who were crying loudly, they felt both sad and angry.

"If the kingdom doesn't provide us with food, we will starve to death sooner or later. If we enlist and attack the greenskins in the south, we will also die in the end!"

El watched the development of the situation from a distance through the eyes of the wisenthorn wizard.

Behind the neck of the man holding the baby, a blood-red mark was faintly visible, and endless anger and courage turned into a thunderstorm, exploding in his ears.

"The Council doesn't want us to live! We're going to die anyway, so rather than waiting to die, how about dying in rebellion!"

He laid the baby beside him in the arms of the woman who was weeping because of his words, and, pushing aside the crowd, he strode forward, his dagger clenched in his hand.

"Who! Who said that! Arrest him immediately and charge him with treason!"

The herald held up the blood-stained sword, tightly closed his injured left eye, and turned around in the encirclement, looking for the figure of the daring "rebel".

Suddenly there was a gust of wind, and before he could turn around, a strong arm hit him.

A short knife, which was not very sharp but was powerful enough to break through the defense of the mortal body, stabbed into his back.

The herald made a gurgling sound in his throat and was pushed to the ground by the man.

The quartermaster was so frightened that he plopped down beside the kingdom's envoy and turned him over with trembling hands.

His eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead, and he was already dying.

"My fellow countrymen! We defended the city until the very last moment, and only with the help of our tribal allies did we abandon the land and flee, hiding in the forest. We have already fulfilled our duty to the kingdom!"

A young man, dressed in dirty clothes but still handsome, stood on the platform built for the kingdom's envoys and shouted to everyone:

"I heard that the Cheborios surrendered to the greenskins and helped them attack the tribal allies, but they were also generously rescued by the tribe as allies. In comparison, we have done everything for the kingdom!"

"But now the kingdom wants to kill us, not giving us food, and forcibly conscripting men into the army, asking them to waste their lives to delay the greenskins. In the eyes of the rich and powerful businessmen in the parliament, we refugees are basically dying people! Recruiting soldiers here is just a waste of resources!"

"Resisting the king's orders is tantamount to rebellion. If a man joins the army, he will die. If he sits and waits for death, he will all starve to death sooner or later!"

"Now if we obey we will die, if we turn against the situation we will die, both ways are dead ends, there is no hope!" He suddenly covered his face and cried, unable to speak. The refugees in the field were angry, but they all felt the same pain and were heartbroken.

After finally escaping the green-skinned butcher's knife and starving, he was looking forward to the kingdom's rescue.

In the end, instead of food, they wanted to take all the men away! Going south to fight against a powerful enemy that had repeatedly defeated the Kingdom’s army, this was nothing but suicide!

Now they have killed the conscription envoy and are being branded as rebels. Many people are crying bitterly when they think of their bleak future.

"If I had known this would happen, I would rather die at the hands of the greenskins!" Some people were furious, with no place to vent their anger.

Al felt that the atmosphere was about right and it was time to take the next step.

Sure enough, someone suddenly shouted in the crowd:

"Everyone! I, I heard that the beastmen in the tribe have always said that their ancestors were also humans and they share the same blood with us."

"Moreover, the four goddesses they believe in are kind and generous, willing to tolerate and accept all believers. As long as you share the same beliefs as them, you can be regarded as a member of the tribe and regarded as a fellow tribesman!"

Everyone just barely heard what was said, and someone on the other side shouted, "Yes, when I was in the big tribe before, I saw some Estalia people who converted to the Four Goddesses. The tribesmen treated them as their own people. They hunted and worked together and helped each other! They were much better than ordinary refugees!"

"Even so!" the young man on the stage said in feigned anger, "Even if you die of famine, death by the king's order, or death by greenskin, do you have to abandon the teachings of the goddess Myrmidia?"

Chapter 127: Ai Er, also known by his courtesy name Qing Tian and nickname Da Lao Ye

"I, I heard..."

A young man with disheveled hair weakly raised his arms, and the people around him looked at him.

"I heard that the tribe is not very strict about faith. Many beastmen worship the Four Mothers and also worship 'Khanos'. They don't care much about this. If...if you want to seek refuge from the tribe, you should be able to continue to believe in the goddess, right?"

In the South Kingdoms, some gods of the Old World have different names.

For example, the brother of the White Wolf God Ulric, the God of Nature Tal, was called "Kanos" by the Estalia and the Tirells.

Of course, the Beastmen worship the "Shepherd of All Things", but the Estalia people are too lazy to distinguish and most of the time regard them as the beastmanization of Tar-Kanos.

Then the sadness and anger in the scene subsided a little, and people began to think about ways out for their future. They discussed the possibility of converting to the Four Mothers and joining the tribe to seek refuge.

The young man on the stage was also speechless. He was crying and his face showed both anger and sadness, as if he was still grieving for the fate of himself and his compatriots.

He pretended to be in deep thought, as if he was also thinking about this possibility.

More than half of the quartermaster's guards have dispersed and joined the crowd, because according to the conscription standards, most of them are also among those to be drafted into the army. Following the quartermaster can allow them to have enough food and exercise power, but they also have to consider whether they will die at the hands of the greenskins.

The only person present who still stood firmly on the side of the Kingdom was the panicked supply officer.

He took the last few guards and clerks who were still following him, pushed the young man on the stage down, and stood on the high platform himself.

"That's enough! That's enough! Listen to me, hey! Listen to me!"

He waved his hands, trying to attract people's attention, but few people paid attention to him, which made the logistics officer feel ashamed. He turned around and angrily asked the guards to immediately suppress the crowd and listen to the logistics officer's speech quietly.

The guards looked at the huge and chaotic refugees and spread their hands, indicating that there was nothing they could do. However, they still had to repay the quartermaster for the compensation he had always given them, and the latter must not feel that the food was taken for nothing.

So they started pushing and shoving around the stage, yelling at the crowd, trying to quiet them down.

A baby in swaddling clothes cried, and his mother quickly unbuttoned her bra and put her breast into his mouth. He sucked for a while, but no milk came out.

His mother's hair was red and her face was dry. She looked at her child who was crying louder and louder, and she was anxious and at a loss, so she just stood there.

The guard was only concerned with suppressing the rebellion and didn't care about anything else. He held his spear horizontally and pushed the crowd away, knocking the woman holding the child to the ground. The crowd around him retreated.

The woman had been hungry for a long time and was exhausted. When she fell, her eyes went dark and she passed out with the swaddling clothes tightly in her arms.

Suddenly, the field became quiet. The guard was stunned for a few breaths before he realized that everyone around him was staring at him, their eyes moving back and forth between him and the supply officer. He was startled, but after days of bullying, he had become accustomed to it. He gritted his teeth and shouted, "Where is her husband? Take her away quickly. The master wants to speak!"

"Her husband died. The supply officer wanted to hunt a monster, and her husband died during that hunt. His stomach was ripped open by the Fanged Beast King."

This was the response from the crowd.

The guard's face froze, and before he could say anything, someone on the other side shouted:

"The supply officer promised to hunt monsters for her and guarantee her family's food, but her husband died, and not only did the supply officer not take any food, he also cut her family's share!"

"Where did the food go?" someone wondered.

"Where has our food gone!" someone asked.

The logistics officer's face turned pale as he looked at the crowd that seemed to be pointing their spearheads at him again. His legs were shaking a little, but he still gritted his teeth, knowing that he had to take action before the situation got out of control.

"enough!"

"Disband immediately, everyone go back to your rooms! Two extra days of supplies will be distributed today, everyone go back home and stay quiet!"

He also knew how to use food to bribe and divide the crowd, but those key people could not be let go. So before the crowd responded, he stretched out his hand and pointed at two people, the young man who had spoken on the stage before and the man who killed the herald.

"Leave these two here! Everyone else disperse immediately, or you will be punished as a traitor!"

"Disperse immediately. I will explain to the Kingdom that the death of the Herald was committed by one person and no one else is implicated."

The supply officer thought that by doing so, he could use food to lure and bribe the refugees who had been hungry for a long time, and at the same time intimidate them to understand the pros and cons. As long as someone took the lead and left, the rest would also scatter to avoid being implicated.

The crowd did get a little agitated, but soon someone stood up and shouted, "Don't listen to him! Even if we go back, the men will still be forced to go to the battlefield!"

The supply officer was furious and was about to yell at the guards to arrest the man, but someone else stood up and pointed the finger at the supply officer himself: "He withheld our food! He used food to seduce women to become prostitutes, and now he's using our food to bribe us!"

"Death to the thief!"

The quartermaster immediately received the same treatment as the herald officer. He was hit on the jaw by a stone. He screamed and a tooth flew out of his mouth.

A guard suddenly stood up tremblingly, took off his helmet, and shouted loudly. After attracting the attention of the people around him, he stammered, "He, he is right! The supply officer has been withholding your food!"

"The tribesmen said they would give us the supplies to distribute ourselves, and then they handed all the food to the supply officer chosen by the parliament representatives. But he embezzled the food! He hid the withheld food in the sentry tower in the wild!"

"He even used precious food to exchange wine with the Chamber of Commerce! He hid a whole cabinet of wine at that sentry post!"

The supply officer was furious and roared, "Lucius!"

However, the queen was frightened by the wolf-like gazes of the refugees. She shrank back, ignoring the pain in her mouth, and stammered, "Don't listen to his nonsense! All the food was distributed accurately. The reason for the shortage of food is that the beastmen only gave us so much..."

Suddenly, a sharp scream was heard from the sky.

The ground was shaking, as if there was an army of thunder.

A giant beast flew across the sky above the camp and fell from the sky.

The tall and ferocious Angry Horn Guards came charging over, and the crowd dispersed in a hurry.

Al rode on the back of a griffin, with an iron mask on his face, so no one could see his expression after that.

The swift werewolves rushed in quickly, disarmed the stunned guards, and then took them into custody. The supply officer was dragged off the platform, and a guard with angry horns grabbed his fat body and threw it on the body of the herald.

Al took off his mask and frowned as he looked at the body of the herald who had been dead for a long time. He looked around and found that none of the refugees he saw were in a decent condition, and there was widespread malnutrition.

Sadness, grief, fear, anger...

Al had already prepared the script to kick off the climax of this long-planned drama in this remote outpost, but suddenly he didn't know what to say.

He did not get off the griffin's back. His face was cold and angry. He pointed with one finger at the logistics officer who was lying on Shangguan's body and shivering like a piece of trembling fat.

"Refugees from more than ten settlements have sent delegations to petition me, saying that their food has been withheld, everyone is starving, and some are even starving to death!"

"I asked your parliament about this matter. They said it was not true. They told me that you were cowardly and would definitely resist conscription. They asked me to send out elite troops to assist the Northern Parliament in conscription."

"Bullshit! We don't have enough to eat - let the rich and powerful who have enough to eat go and die!"

"Yes!"

Al had a cold face and waited for the crowd to calm down before saying:

"I sent people to investigate personally, and found out that such depravity, such evil deeds really exist! These parasites! They used the food that the tribesmen gave to the Estalia people! To satisfy the insatiable greed of these pigs and dogs!"

The guard stepped forward, grabbed the quartermaster by the neck and lifted him up.

Harold flushed, kicked his legs in the air, and waved his arms out to the crowd.

How he wished that the people of Harold's kingdom could muster up the courage to rescue their king from the hands of the barbaric tribesmen!

All he was greeted with were hateful looks, eyes that looked like they wanted to eat him alive!

"You deceived the tribe, took advantage of our kindness, bullied your own people, and also bullied the tribe's former compatriots..."

Al made the declaration coldly. This play was very uncomfortable for him to perform because he was always aware that he was the most hypocritical one on this stage.

He accounts for at least half of the darkness hanging over the heads of the refugees.

"I will execute you in front of everyone. The four goddesses taught us to be strong, positive, tolerant, and united. We will not abandon any of our compatriots. But you, for the sake of decadent pleasure, watched your people starve to death."

"Tell us clearly where you put the withheld grain, where you spent it, and who colluded with you."

The guards in custody trembled under the werewolf's claws and prayed that they would escape.

"In the suburbs, in the suburbs! There is a cellar in their sentry post in the suburbs! There is only a small part of the warehouse, most of the food is there!"

The first guard to step forward was a man named Lucius, who quickly stepped forward and pointed out the quartermaster's hiding place.

"He and the Tulip Chamber of Commerce people exchanged grain for alcohol! He also gave the grain to the councillors to make them recognize his rights here!"

"Fuck you Harold! You're a pig, a dog of the rich and powerful!"

El sighed and shook his head, "He is an Estalia after all. Who will execute him? If no one, then I will do it for you."

"I come!"

The man who had been pinned down by the guards and was not untied until Al arrived stood up, staring with red eyes. He pulled out the dagger that the man had used to kill him from the herald's body, and took two steps forward.

Chapter 128: Ai·Wei Guang Zheng·Er

He grabbed the quartermaster's hair and pulled his round head upward with force.

Harold, the logistics officer, howled in pain and struggled continuously, with snot and tears flying everywhere, his pants were wet, and he had become incontinent.