Rose Empire

The instigator of the riot, citizen soldier Avery, led his companions to slaughter several families in succession, and then smashed into a house.

"Wait! Wait! Show mercy! Citizens!" A middle-aged man with a pale face and a big belly raised his hands to block Avery and others, protecting his family behind him, and shouted, "I am also a citizen, I am also an Ambratu citizen!"

"You are a citizen too? How can you live so well as a citizen?" Bill asked.

Avery and Bill's companions also looked at the middle-aged man with suspicion. Each of them, who had just finished serving hard labor, looked dark and thin, which was obviously different from this middle-aged man.

"I'm a cripple..." The middle-aged man rolled up his trouser legs, took off his shoes, and revealed his right foot. As expected, only half of his foot was left. He smiled bitterly and said, "I was summoned by the city-state to fight on the alliance front and was injured. Only half of my foot is left. I can't do any physical work. Fortunately, the Viscount exempted me from labor, so I didn't suffer much..."

As a citizen soldier who had fought in the front lines of the Union many times, Avery couldn't help but feel some sympathy when he heard the middle-aged man's experience, and the dagger in his hand dropped involuntarily. However, a young citizen behind him suddenly rushed out and slashed the middle-aged man's neck with a machete.

Because the force was not enough, the blow failed to kill the middle-aged man. He fell to the ground, covering his bleeding neck, gasping for breath and struggling.

"Bah, you actually called that bitch 'Viscount'! I think even if you are really a citizen, you must be a traitor like Jonathan and John Rice!"

The former citizen who wielded the knife spat hatefully.

The other former citizens suddenly realized, and the hatred in their eyes became stronger. Avery also felt that his companions were right. If they had not been traitors, how could they have lived a peaceful life under Jonathan Hackman's rule.

These rioting former citizens did not give the middle-aged man a last ditch effort, allowing him to watch his wife and daughter being raped and killed, and his young son being stuffed into the stove and burned to death. Because the stove was too small, the son was only half burnt.

The middle-aged man on his deathbed wailed and begged his former compatriots to take a look at the spears and shields on the wall. He once held those things to die for the city-state, but... no one paid any attention.

"Hang him there. Hang him there."

A former citizen suggested, pointing to a hook on the eaves used to dry meat.

Others also thought this was a good idea, so they hung the middle-aged man’s youngest son on it.

The iron hook pierced through the boy's lower abdomen, and the half-black and half-white body of the child swayed in the wind like a flag demanding his life.

After doing all this, Avery ignored the middle-aged man who had lost his voice and hurriedly followed his companions to the next house.

After the wanton killing, destruction and rape, Avery felt the long-lost pleasure, happiness and excitement. He and his companions sang the triumphant songs of the citizen militia era, cursed the former free man, Jonathan Hackman and Viscount Lanwan's despicable shamelessness, and continued to sow the black flames of hell on the land of Ambratu.

In this atmosphere that was hard to tell whether it was fanaticism or madness, Avery followed his companions to Hardwood Street.

Suddenly, Avery noticed that a group of people gathered in front of his house, no, it should be said that the house that used to be Avery's house. Like Avery and others, they held swords in their hands, and blood was dripping on the swords.

"Avery, you're here!" The other party also noticed Avery's arrival.

"You are..." Avery had a premonition.

"We'll help you kill that slut and the lowly freedman she remarried." A familiar former citizen smiled and lifted up what Avery was holding - two heads.

"Wina..."

Avery recognized one of the heads as his former wife and lover.

are you happy?

Sad?

Avery didn't know what he felt, he just stood there in a daze.

At this moment, the last bit of humanity in Avery's heart was shattered.

Sokya Peninsula, Filipino city-state.

"How confident are you that you can hold on to Fide?" Agostino, the chief elder of the Fidei Elders' Council, said to Urbano, who was directing the slaves to reinforce the city walls.

Urbano, the current commander of the defense of Fidi, shrugged and said, "Don't worry, I will lead the old and weak soldiers with broken legs and arms in the city to defeat the elite of the Delmer people."

“Urbano, now is not the time to joke with you.”

Agostino was speechless about his old friend who loved to joke.

“Oh, you’re not kidding me,” Urbano said, stroking his beard. “You haven’t given me any reinforcements yet, and you’re asking me if I can hold on to Fidelia. I thought you were kidding me.”

"Recruiting soldiers is not going smoothly," Agostino said with a wry smile. "Many city-states no longer want to send us citizen soldiers. The next batch of reinforcements will probably arrive the day after tomorrow, but there should only be 2,000 of them."

"That's normal," Urbano was not surprised by the answer. "Blanco almost killed all the elite soldiers of the Alliance of Aye in one go. It would be strange if our allies were willing to hand over all their remaining citizen militias to us for command. But... if you were a little slower in recruiting soldiers, Westom would really be able to visit Fide without any effort."

Westom is the king of the city-state of Delmer. Yes, although Delmer is a city-state, it has a king, and there are two kings. The other king is named Fassbender.

"The Delmes are suppressing a rebellion..." Agostino hoped for the best.

"What our opponents are best at is suppressing rebellions. Every year they are either suppressing rebellions or preparing to suppress rebellions. A few rebellions can't hinder their progress at all." Urbano poured cold water on Agostino.

Agostino couldn't help but get annoyed. He frowned and said, "What else can I do? I have already offered a salary far higher than that of mercenaries to recruit citizen soldiers, but our allies are still dragging their feet and are unwilling to help us in times of crisis. They even demand high death allowances from us."

“Haha,” Urbano said with a smile, “I told you all a long time ago that war taxes should have been abolished long ago, but none of you listened to me. Now you have to pay the money back.”

Although Feidi was engaged in wars all year round, it was not short of money because it collected a large amount of war taxes from its allies every year. This heavy tax burden was also an important reason why the allies and Feidi became increasingly alienated.

Agostino felt that what Urbano said was inappropriate and was about to refute Urbano, but was interrupted by Urbano again.

“Instead of returning the war taxes, why not give them to me?” Urbano said with a smile. “I might be able to use them to help Fideli.”

"Oh? What do you have in mind?" Agostino asked in confusion.

"I heard that the Delmers believe in oracles very much, and Westom spends a lot of money and time begging for God's blessing and oracles before every war." Albano pointed to the direction of the Archangel Cathedral in the southeast, "Perhaps we can spend some money and ask God to say a few good words for us, and maybe the Delmers will withdraw their troops?"

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Volume 145: Chapter 132 Chapter Reform and Suppression of the Rebellion

The riot in Ambratu lasted for a whole day and night. The next day, the quelling troops sent by Viscount Lanwan finally arrived.

This time, it was Eric Scamario who led the troops to quell the rebellion.

Taking advantage of the birth of the Giant Eagle Knight, Charlotte reformed her disorganized army.

Not long ago, the service period of the nine hundred knights brought by Stanley and the thirty knights supported by Earl of Quick Forest expired, and Charlotte asked them to return to their own fiefdoms. However, many squire knights decided to stay, including the more than thirty squire knights who were awakened by Charlotte's reward.

Currently, excluding the Sailfish Island Fleet, Viscount Lanwan still has about 1,900 knights and three griffin squads under his command. Charlotte divided his 1,900 knights into four squadrons, namely the first to fourth squadrons, with ten knights forming a squadron, ten squadrons forming a squadron, and five squadrons forming a battalion. The three griffin squads were independently organized into a griffin squadron.

After four rounds of awakening ceremonies, Charlotte has recently acquired five Giant Eagle Knights one after another. These five Giant Eagle Knights have been independently organized into a Giant Eagle Knight team.

Together with the remaining sixty-odd Fierce Wolf Warriors—now renamed the Fierce Wolf Squadron—these are all the military forces under Viscount Lanwan.

Charlotte renamed her army the Lanwan Defense Force, with Hermann Green as commander and Nathan Mellorfield as deputy commander.

As a result, Nathan Melfield was completely sidelined. When he came to Viscount Lanwan, he had 1,500 knights and three griffin squads under his command, but now he doesn't have a single soldier left.

In this regard, Nathan Melfield could only accept it and comfort himself that Viscount Lanwan's assignment here was only a temporary one and he would have to return to the Duchy of Greenfield sooner or later.

Nearly half of the First Battalion were the old team members and local knights of Lanwan that Charlotte had brought to the Viscount of Lanwan. Therefore, this battalion was Charlotte's most trusted confidant. Its main task was to defend the Viscount of Lanwan and Charlotte's castle. The captain of the First Battalion was Jack Moore, and the deputy captain was Jarrod Garcia.

The third battalion, led by Ryan Nasazzi, was responsible for garrisoning Fairy Lake and supervising the Lanwan Grand Canal project.

The 4th Battalion, led by Captain Ed Adkins, was responsible for garrisoning Dorucocha.

The captain of the second brigade was Eric Scamario.

After making two great achievements on Little Sassini, Eric Scamario was finally truly valued by Charlotte. The Second Battalion he led was second only to Charlotte's Guards - the First Battalion - in terms of eliteness.

The daily task of the Second Battalion is to be responsible for the defense of Ambratu County. This time, Eric Scamario came to Ambratu to quell the riot and to replace Jarrod Garcia.

Eric led the way and rode into the north gate of Ambratu.

On the street, a rioter was grabbing a baby's feet and swinging it against the wall, while his companions were laughing beside him. At their feet were the bloody bodies of two babies.

As soon as they met, before the mobs could react, Eric swung his long-handled warhammer and smashed the head of the mob carrying the baby.

When his companions saw Eric wearing bright armor and riding a tall horse, they immediately realized that the situation was not good and turned around to flee. Eric was too lazy to chase him and said to his subordinates who followed him into the city: "According to the plan, seal off the city and clean the streets. No one is allowed to appear on the streets! After noon, anyone who is still wandering outside without reason will be treated as a mob."

"Yes!"

The squadron leaders and team leaders received the order and left, blocking the city gates, and then posted and read the notices everywhere.

After a day and a night of inhumane violence, most of the mobs in the city had vented enough. At this time, Jonathan Hackman's premeditated purge of the leaders with prestige and political experience among the former citizens of Ambratu was effective. After venting enough, the mobs found that they had nothing to do!

After killing so many people, I can't just pat my butt and go home to sleep, right? What if Viscount Lanwan's army comes to settle the score? Isn't that just waiting to die?

Escape from Ambratu and find another way out? Are they willing to do this?

At least the former citizens would not be willing to accept this. They had just taken back part of their estates, houses, and fields through simple and brutal means. How could they be willing to just throw them away?

The situation was similar for the other side of the riot. Although the former freedmen had been prepared, with weapons ready in advance and some extraordinary people hired to incite the slaves to revolt, they lost control of the slaves and mercenaries as soon as the riot began. The slaves and mercenaries acted entirely on their instincts of looting and venting.

After their instinctive violence was vented, they didn't know what to do. They were just a pile of scattered sand, without a leader or a plan. Even if no one stopped them, they didn't know how to occupy the city. What's more, there were still former citizens in the city who had not been driven away.

These mobs wandered aimlessly in the city, breaking into houses from time to time, catching the owners hiding inside and torturing and killing them for fun.

When teams of black-armored cavalry appeared in the city, shouting the order to "clean the streets", the mobs were startled and fled out of the city in panic.

However, it was too late.

After the scouts informed him that Eric Scamario's cavalry had entered the city, Jarrod Garcia immediately ordered the city gates to be closed.

Most of the mob were blocked inside the city gate.

"Get out! There aren't many of them. Let's get out together!" Bill said to Avery and his companions, "We've killed so many people. If we get caught, we're done for."

"Yeah..." Avery nodded. Although he was still a little dizzy, he still had the awareness to avoid danger.

Jarrod Garcia, riding on a horse, saw that his subordinates had already formed a battle line, but the mob on the opposite side was still restless and showed a tendency to force their way through, so he couldn't help but curl his lips.

Being looked down upon...

Although he did not have many soldiers under his command, they were well-equipped, well-trained, and had good coordination. Jarrod could not understand why a group of rabble dared to attack his defense line?

"Come on!"

A loud roar broke out from the mob, and they rushed over and crashed into the neatly lined up Lanwan Knights, like a tide hitting a black reef.

If the tide is strong enough, it may be possible to break the reefs. If not, then all that can be done is splashing waves.

Avery held a dagger in one hand and a round shield snatched from the rioting slaves in the other. With a loud bang, he collided with the large shield of a Lanwan Knight without any fancy moves.

This collision instantly cleared Avery's dizzy head. He felt like he had hit a solid wall, and the other party didn't move at all.

Avery cried out in his heart that something was wrong. He had been bullying civilians and slaves these past two days. He habitually treated his enemies as ordinary people and bullied them at will. After this collision, Avery realized what a stupid thing he had done.

Unlike what many people imagine, where numerous swordsmen hold weapons, move swiftly and evade with dazzling moves, and cleanly and neatly eliminate one enemy after another, the contest between heavy infantry arrays is often a competition of pure strength. The two armies try their best, pushing and squeezing each other, forcing the enemy's line to retreat. In most cases, the side that can't hold on and retreats first will inevitably be the one that collapses.

Avery had been on the battlefield for a long time, and he had encountered situations where he failed to break the enemy's line after a collision. In that case, he would definitely feel the push from his comrades behind him, pushing him forward. However, this time, it didn't happen.

Avery glanced out of the corner of his eye and saw that his companion was foolishly trying to stab the Lanwan Knights with his short spear through the gaps in their shields.

Avery was suddenly desperate.

"Enter!"

"Roar!"

The Lanwan Knights roared and exerted their strength suddenly.

The rioters in the front row could not hold out for even a moment and were pushed to the ground. The front line was instantly in chaos. In addition to relying on armor and shields to protect themselves, the infantry in the dense infantry square also had to rely on the cover of their teammates. Once the front line was in chaos, this cover became empty talk. After the teammates beside him were pushed away, Avery, who had been alert, immediately saw three daggers stabbing from three different directions towards the position that his shield could not cover.

Avery gritted his teeth and smashed the shield out, then turned around and deserted. This was the first time in his life that he deserted.

Maybe this is the last time...

At first, Avery tried his best to escape, but after running for a while, Avery's steps became slower and slower.

Finally, with a clang, Avery dropped the dagger in his hand.

The city-state no longer exists, the home no longer exists, the wife no longer exists, and I, who am covered in the blood of the Ambratu people, am no longer the same person I once was...

Is there any need for him to escape?

Avery stopped and fell to his knees.

Da da da.

The sound of galloping horses rang out, and three black-armored cavalrymen came galloping and passed by Avery.

A long-handled warhammer drew a perfect arc and smashed Avery's head accurately.

"Knight Garcia, Captain Eric asks you to go to the county magistrate's mansion." The black-armored cavalryman came to Avery and reported.

Jarrod Garcia looked at the one-sided battle in front of him, then nodded and said, "Okay, I'll be there right away."

Arriving at the County Magistrate's Mansion, Jarrod Garcia just walked in when he heard a howl like a wounded beast: "Jarrod Garcia, I'm going to fight you!"

A figure rushed out of the room and ran towards Jarrod.

Jarrod was about to kick out reflexively, but when he saw that the figure was John Rice, Jarrod abruptly retracted his foot and used his hand to block the slow charge.

"Mr. County Magistrate, why are you taking your anger out on me?" Jarrod said helplessly. He knew what John Rice was angry about, but he couldn't explain to John Rice that he was just following orders. He still had to work under Charlotte.

"If you hadn't stood by and watched them die, how could so many people have died in Ambratu!" John Rice pointed at Jarrod Garcia's nose and questioned, "Did you see the mutilated bodies of the Ambratu people outside? Did you hear the wailing of the Ambratu people? These innocent souls are your fault! I will accuse you of your crimes to Viscount Lanwan in the future!"