Rose Empire

After the announcement, Jack Moore gave each of them a wooden sign with a number on it to hang on their chest.

"Have you remembered it? Don't make any mistakes." Jack Moore paused and said, "Zero is a bit complicated, and it may be troublesome for you to write it down. So let's agree here that writing nothing on the paper will represent zero."

Samuel's mind was buzzing because he saw the number zero written on the wooden sign hanging on his father Wendell's chest.

The squire knights brought the citizens of Dorucocha to a small table one by one, each with a small table, and put paper and pen in their hands.

Samuel felt the feather pen weighed a thousand pounds. Even if the captured people around him had bad relations with him and were unfamiliar with him, they were all citizens of Dorukocha. They had trained together, discussed politics together, and voted together. There was a natural sense of identity, closeness, and trust between them...

Although his mind was still a mess, Samuel had vaguely realized that today, as long as he made this stroke, everything would be different.

Samuel was not the only one who realized this. Intermittent crying was heard in the small square, and then someone started wailing. Then, someone collapsed and tore up the papyrus in his hand, turned around and ran out of the square, but was quickly caught again.

"Please don't waste time," Jack Moore asked someone to bring an hourglass, turned it over, and placed it in the center of the podium. "When all the sand has fallen, we will collect your votes."

Samuel looked up at the hourglass and saw that the sand was flowing very quickly, and sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead.

Samuel wanted to close his eyes and hand in blank papers, but that was obviously not possible because it would be tantamount to casting a vote for his father.

Finally, before the sand ran out, Samuel gritted his teeth and wrote the number five on it. This was the number of Uncle Brown who had knocked on his door not long ago.

when!

The sound of swords and shields clashing rang out, announcing that the time had come.

The squires received the order and immediately began collecting the ballots.

Jack Moore received the ballots, shuffled them all, and began counting the votes on the spot.

The first one is number three...

Samuel's heart trembled when he heard this number - this was his own number.

Samuel immediately began to guess who had voted for him. He first suspected a fat boy named Ben, because he had robbed the girl he admired a few days ago and the boy had always been hostile to him. Then he suspected a citizen named Bud, because he had just knocked on his door...

However, Samuel soon stopped thinking about these issues.

Because his father's votes are increasing.

Zero!

Zero!

Zero!

……

Samuel had no idea whether those people didn't want to vote or deliberately voted for his father, or maybe both.

Because of his disability, Wendell has a bad temper and often quarrels with his neighbors. He has always been unpopular. Instead of making a difficult choice, it is better to send someone you don't like to die, just like you voted for Uncle Brown, just like Ben voted for himself.

After the vote counting was over, Wendel was sent to the guillotine with the highest number of votes.

"Do not……"

With red eyes, Samuel rushed over to rescue his father, but was knocked down by a stick from the squire.

"Go back! Go back! Leave me alone! Leave me alone!"

Wendell yelled at his son.

Uncle Brown was also sent to the guillotine. He ranked fifth, with only one vote more than the sixth place.

Samuel didn't know how to face such a result. He remembered the gifts Uncle Brown gave him when he was a child, and the summer nights in previous years when Uncle Brown drank and laughed with his father.

After the five men were executed, the attendant knights drove Samuel and others away, telling them to go home quickly, as they had nothing to do next.

Samuel walked out of the square in a daze. He looked at the other citizens who were traveling with him, and couldn't help thinking: These were the people who killed his father.

However, Samuel accidentally met another resentful gaze. It was Uncle Brown's son.

Samuel opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word of defense.

Is everything really alright?

Samuel didn't dare to think about it.

"This is a massacre..." Watching the first batch of Dorukocha citizens being sent away and the second batch of Dorukocha citizens being taken into the square, One-Eyed Logan couldn't help but sigh, "We are killing the soul of the Dorukocha city-state, using the method that the people of the city-state are most familiar with."

As a former city-state resident, Logan knew very well that once widespread suspicion, hostility, and resentment spread among the citizens, what a dark future awaited the city-state. Logan always prided himself on being smart and ruthless, but he asked himself that he could not think of such a heart-breaking method as Lord Charlotte.

Robin Mancini glared at Logan and shouted, "This is not a massacre, this is a punishment!"

The massacre, or punishment, proceeded in an orderly manner, and the city-state of Dorucocha became increasingly silent.

The day after the six affiliated city-states on the Northern Sokya Front decided to appoint the Filipino elder Cleon as their commander-in-chief, a speedboat flying the Dorukocha flag sailed into the port of Bataan.

"Doris? Why are you here?" Elder Dorucocha, Balotelli, saw the citizen soldier messenger who came by speedboat. The messenger was the son of Balotelli's old friend, so Balotelli recognized him at a glance. He looked at the shocking wound on the other's arm in surprise and asked with concern, "How did you get hurt? Were you attacked by pirates?"

Pirates are often active in the waters near Sokya. Of course, they are not usually pirates, but merchants. Merchants are their main profession, and pirates are only a part-time job, so they are difficult to wipe out.

"No, no," Doris, who looked pale, shook his head, "They are not pirates, they are Oran people..."

"Olan?" Balotelli's heart skipped a beat and he prayed secretly that it was not bad news.

However, the news Doris brought was worse than Balotelli could have imagined.

"Oh, the Orlans attacked Dorukocha. The griffins broke through the city wall directly. We can't resist them at all! Elder, please lead your troops to rescue Dorukocha as soon as possible! It's too late. Dorukocha will be finished..."

Doris begged with tears and blood.

PS: The previous chapter has been slightly modified, please refresh to read it.

PS2: Thank you for the correction from the Supreme Commander of the Soviet Red Army. The errors in the previous article have been corrected.

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Volume 121: Chapter 109 Chapter Battle of Northern Sokya (V)

"What? Dorukocha fell?"

Upon hearing this news, the elders of the other five city-states were shocked.

They hadn't yet figured out how to gang up on Viscount Lanwan, but the other party had already thrown a punch, and it looked like the first punch had knocked down one of them.

These people still failed to realize how ridiculous their loud plotting seemed to Charlotte.

"When I came to report the news, the city-state had not yet fallen completely, and there were still citizen soldiers in the city who were fighting hard." Doris tried to explain, but it was obviously flattering Dorukocha.

Everyone present knew that the defenders had failed to organize a decent resistance from the beginning, and the enemy had rushed into the city as if they were on a road. So how could they expect any results from the street fighting? That kind of sporadic resistance could only consume a little of the enemy's physical strength at most. When facing extraordinary people, they might not even be able to consume much physical strength.

"Whether it has fallen or not, it is certain that Dorrucocha is in danger now," Balotelli said. His tone no longer had the strategizing of the past few days, but was filled with pleading. "Please send the coalition forces as soon as possible to rescue Dorrucocha."

Viscount Lanwan's decisive attack really frightened the elders of the other five city-states, and they no longer mentioned the command of the coalition forces - the coalition forces were almost gone, so what command was there to speak of?

"Bataan has currently assembled 6,000 citizen soldiers, including 1,500 extraordinary people." Bataan elder Lester frowned and said, "But these troops may be a little weak to face the Lanwan army alone."

If it was a few days ago, Lester would never have said such a thing. In order to compete for the command of the coalition forces, the elder has always claimed that with Badan's strength, he can fight against Viscount Lanwan alone. But after personally witnessing the fierce attack of the Griffin Knight, the elder also became cautious.

"Carmela has also assembled 6,000 citizen soldiers, including 1,200 extraordinary people." Alvaro, the elder of Carmela, also said, "However, Carmela is too far away from Dorrucocha. If we support Dorrucocha by land, it may be too late."

Lester understood what Alvaro meant. The land route was too slow, so they had to go by sea. However, the ships of the Carmela Navy had been completely destroyed in a naval battle of the alliance two years ago, and they had not recovered yet. If the Carmela Army wanted to go by sea, it was obvious that they could only rely on the ships of the Bataan Navy.

In his heart, Lester did not want to accept Alvaro's request at all. Alvaro was a veteran of Carmela. When he was young, he led his army to defeat the Bataan citizen militia. Since then, he often talked about that war on various occasions, mocking the Bataan people for not knowing how to fight. Since Lester was also serving at the time, he was named by Alvaro many times afterwards and became the representative of the "cowardly Bataan citizen militia" in Alvaro's words. It can be said that Lester did not have any good feelings for Alvaro.

But considering the current situation, Lester said with a dark face: "Bataan can lend you ten sailing troop transport ships."

"What can ten sailing troop transports do? Can they carry three thousand soldiers? Besides, we also need to transport crossbows and evil oil." Alvaro was a little dissatisfied.

"There is no other way," Lester said, "My Bataan citizen soldiers also want to go by sea. We have lent you all our ships. What are our citizen soldiers going to take?"

"It only takes three days to travel from Bataan to Dorococha by land. Why do you have to take a boat?" Alvaro asked, slamming the table.

"The ship belongs to us in Bataan. Our citizen soldiers can sit on it if they want. Do they need any reason?" Lester also slammed the table.

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Balotelli quickly stepped out to smooth things over: "You two are both here to resist the Oran people, there is no need to argue about this matter. The Bataan citizen soldiers can take the boats to support Dorrucocha as soon as possible. They are brave enough to not fear a strong enemy. There is no need to worry about the shortage of ships in Carmela. We can act in two batches. The first batch can just try to send the extraordinary people to Dorrucocha. On behalf of my city-state, I would like to thank you two for your great help."

Leicester's expression softened slightly after hearing Balotelli's words.

However, Alvaro sneered, "Elder Balotelli, you do know these Batan people. A mere Viscount Lanwan is indeed a strong enemy to them."

After saying that, Alvaro walked away, leaving behind an embarrassed Balotelli and a gloomy Leicester.

The elders of the two city-states of Sudaman and Kororo looked at each other. They were unable to get a word in from beginning to end, and no one asked for their opinions.

Pishos, the elder of Little Sassini, had some influence, but there were mountains between Little Sassini and Dorukocha, and the only smooth road passed through Ambratu. Everyone felt that it was unreasonable to expect the Little Sassini army to come all the way to rescue Dorukocha after receiving the news.

After the brief meeting, Pishos immediately sent the news of the fall of Dorukocha back to Little Sassini.

Greenfield Principality, riverside castle.

Today, the riverside castle was newly decorated with flowers and gorgeous decorations everywhere. Even the servants in the castle were all dressed in brightly colored new clothes.

Nobles of all sizes in the duchy gathered in the castle just to attend the wedding of Andre Melfeld, the eldest son of the Duke of Greenfield and the heir to the duchy.

Even though his relationship with Jose Mellerfeld was not good, Count Perold Mellerfeld of Stön still attended this important event of the principality with his two sons.

Before the wedding started, Stanley, the youngest son of Count Perold, was already restless, and from time to time he would peek into the crowd, as if he was looking for something.

"What do you want to do?"

After asking several times in a row, Count Perode finally couldn't help but put down the teacup in his hand and asked.

"I'm going to settle the score with that little bitch Charlotte." Stanley blurted out.

Stanley regretted what he said. He knew he would definitely be scolded by his old man for saying that.

As expected, Count Perold frowned and scolded without giving me any face: "Look at yourself, what kind of person are you? You were fooled around by a little girl, and you still have the nerve to ask her to settle the score? If I were that stupid, I would have hanged myself with a rope. How can you face people with a pig's head on your head?"

The eldest son, Chester Melfield, drank tea silently on the side, and did not dare to persuade Earl Perold. He knew very well that his father had such a bad temper, and he would scold people very harshly, and he didn't care who the person was. If he tried to persuade him, the old man would not listen, but would scold him as well.

Stanley lowered his head, ashamedly enduring his father's abuse and the strange looks from other nobles around him, and inevitably felt resentful. It was Charlotte who lied to him, but after his father found out about it, he actually praised Charlotte many times and scolded him instead.

Oh, I’ve been scolded more than once.

On this side, Count Perode was scolding his son, and on the other side, Duke José Melfeld couldn't find his son even though he wanted to scold him.

Monica changed into a beautiful bridal gown and said goodbye to her mother with a mixture of sweetness, anticipation and reluctance in her heart.

However, at this moment, an anxious-looking servant came and found Jose Melfield who was talking to Count Philips.

"Mr. Andre is missing!"

Monica heard the servant say.

"What did you say?" Jose Melfield grabbed the servant's collar in disbelief.

The servant quickly explained, "I was helping Lord Andre put on his dress, but he said the dress didn't fit him and asked me to change into another one. But when I changed into the dress and returned to the dressing room, I found that Lord Andre was gone. Mr. Wolfe and his servants had searched the castle, but they couldn't find Lord Andre."

"Asshole!" Jose Melfield was furious. "Let Wolfe take the knights to search! That guy actually dared to cause trouble to me at a time like this, I will never forgive him!"

Teams of knights were sent out to search for Andre in every possible place.

Time passed little by little, until it was past noon, which was the originally scheduled wedding time, Andre, with disheveled clothes, was brought back by two knights with his hands tied behind his back.

The fact that the wedding had been delayed had already caused discussion among many nobles, and the fact that Andre was brought in in this state made everyone unable to help but fantasize.

"Where have you been?" Jose Melfield asked through gritted teeth.

"I..." Andre was about to speak when he was interrupted by Wolf Vonderen.

Wolfe leaned close to Jose Melefield's ear and whispered something in a low voice.

After listening to Wolfe's story, Jose Melefield stared at Andre's face and couldn't help but clench his fists.

Andre shrank back in fear.

Jose Melefield finally controlled his emotions, called his younger brother, Count Philip, aside, and said, "Andre may have an illegitimate child..."

In the morning, Andre suddenly got the news that his lover Marie came to see him, so he sneaked out of the castle to meet his lover before getting married, but found out that Marie was pregnant. He was a father for the first time and was at a loss for a while, so he wasted time outside.

Later, Wolf von der Lehn and his knights arrived and caught Andre and his mistress red-handed.