The adjutant was in a little trouble. He glanced at the commander's emblem on the left arm armor of the male nose with fear and said hesitantly: "Your Excellency, I have no intention of questioning your order, nor do I want to go against the will of His Majesty the Lion King. But... it was too short for only one day, and many people in the city might not want to leave. They..."

Xiongbi waved his hand: "This matter is undiscussed and must be carried out unconditionally. Most of the people in Kuangmane City are civilians, and they will obey orders. As for those guys who refuse to cooperate... Haha, let me deal with it."

Hearing this, the adjutant couldn't help but shivered.

The headless corpse lying on the ground is the best example. These pigs are fierce and barbaric. They even dare to kill the city lord, so what else can they not do?

When he hurriedly turned around and left to arrange tasks in the city, a very strange thought suddenly emerged in the adjutant's mind.

"Maybe the Dragon Clan can really unify the entire northern continent and gather all tribes together to form a single tribe. By that time, there will be no war or clan disputes, and everyone will worship the only king."

Wrong, that's not the king, but the real emperor.

...

Mass migration has always been difficult.

Xiongbi asked someone to make thousands of iron microphones. The adjutant of the Lion Clan immediately summoned officers at all levels of the city guards to briefly explain the situation and present a secret letter stamped with the Lion King's seal.

The entire Kuangmane City fell into tension and chaos.

The Dragon Clan Infantry and the Lion Clan City Guards smashed the doors from door to door for each ten teams. The captain held a microphone and repeated the monotonous but death-threatening orders.

"This is the order signed by His Majesty the Lion King and His Highness the Regent of the Dragon Clan: All residents of Crazy Manic City will leave the city and go north now. You have twenty minutes to prepare, leave the city from the north gate and walk along the main road. Don't worry, there will be someone to pick you up along the way."

"Only food and clothing are allowed, especially food."

"Go away quickly, leave now, it will be too late if you don't."

The dispersion operation started from the north and south sides of the city. Xiongji focused his work on the south side. More than twice as many soldiers were sent there, and the adjutant around Shi Hong was also very cooperative. He was a smart person who knew the truth and knew what choices to make in this situation.

Civilians basically don’t have much property, and what they really valuable is land. They may not believe in the Dragon tribe’s propaganda on war, but will not refuse advice from the same tribe.

One after another, people left the city from the north gate and headed to the north.

They saw many city guards wielding steel chisels and hammers to demolish the city wall. It started from the top of the wall and pried off bricks and stones one by one. Although the speed was a bit slow, there was actually not many parts that needed to be demolished, so there was no need to flatten them all. Just open a sloped passage inside and outside the city wall.

Not everyone will obey orders honestly, and the "resistant" group will exist at any time.

The treatment method of the male nose is very direct and directly, and people refuse to move the wooden furniture in the owner's house and ignite it with fire.

This trick works very well. The resisters immediately know that this is not something they can enjoy by verbal protest. The smart people among them will immediately surrender and leave with their family and necessities. They will stubbornly rush over on the spot to fight with force. Their ending is nothing more than being swarmed by soldiers, beaten up hard, and then become honest.

When the migrants passed through the north gate of the city, they saw the bodies and heads hanging directly above the gate.

Many people can recognize that it was Shi Hong, the city master. From then on, they had no doubt about the migration in their hearts and completely lost their thoughts of complaints and dissatisfaction.

No matter how you persuade someone, there are people who refuse to move away. It is even easier to deal with them. Xiongbi ordered: kill them directly and behead them.

Bloody and cruel means completely suppressed the chaos. By the afternoon, there were only a few residents left in Kuangmae City. The ramps of the city walls were trampled to sink more than ten centimeters. The city was scattered with garbage everywhere, and the streets and alleys were empty. The thin sunshine in late winter enveloped the abandoned city, and the light gradually faded in silence, and the night dominated everything.

According to the order jointly issued by Tianhao and the Lion King, all the lion clan villages south of the Roaring City moved north. The Crazy Mane City was just one of them, but it was definitely not the last one.

The soldiers began to set fires in the city.

The food that cannot be taken away will be either burned or thrown into a cesspool. All wells are filled with dirty excrement and sealed with stones and soil.

Xiongbi did the best in executing orders, ensuring that the white occupying forces could not get any supplies from the city and could not get even a piece of food.

...

Two days later, Viscount Monio led the leading troops to the city of Crazy Mane.

The city gate was open and there was no one to see.

When you walk in, there is a dead city in front of you.

There were burning traces everywhere. It was probably a fire that had occurred throughout the city. Between the abandoned buildings, the bodies of giants standing upside down on wooden poles can be seen occasionally. Their death was terrifying, with a look of fear and struggle frozen on their faces. The cruel punishment was no different from the Plantain Kingdom's counteracting the civilians of the riot. They were sharpened with long wooden sticks, inserted into the middle of the buttocks of the tortured, and stretched out from their mouths.

All this stunned Viscount Monio and his men.

A few days ago, the scouts sent back the news that they discovered the location of Kuangmain City. Although they did not know the specific name of the city due to language barriers, the size and population of the city can be roughly estimated.

This means a lot of wealth.

"Who can tell me what's going on here? Where are those damn giants?"

Viscount Monio felt like he was about to be mad. This was not the scene he should have. He did not reject battles, and he could even say he liked them very much. The most valuable trophy was the giant prisoner of war, but now, there is no ghost here.

The adjutant walked forward and whispered: "General, the giants obviously ran away after they got the news. Please calm down. This kind of thing is actually normal. I think it is a good thing to some extent. You think they will only escape to the north, and all the giants are gathered together, and they will be able to catch them all in one place."

The viscount's angry face slightly calmed down, and he nodded gloomyly, barely recognizing the adjutant's words.

"Stay here for one night and leave early tomorrow morning."

The soldiers' ideas are always different from those of the big men. No matter what the so-called "just war", they cannot understand the big men's strong desire for northern land. After entering the Kuangmane City, the soldiers of the Porcelain Kingdom immediately began to search. They did not let go of any corner and searched for all valuable items in the ruins after the fire burned.

Everything that can be related to the word "art" is valuable.

The northern giants are barbaric and ignorant, which has long become a consensus among all white people. However, barbaric has the benefits of barbaricity, and the most valuable thing is the giants themselves. Their heads can be made into specimens and are sold in the market at an astonishingly high price.

Every time a deceased remains were dug out from the ruins, the white soldiers cheered wildly. They distributed these corpses by drawing lots or agreed upon, mainly bones, especially leg bones with thick joints. The beads made of only this part are smoothest, have the best texture, and are the most valuable.

Viscount Monio and senior officers were dissatisfied with the current situation in the city.

There are no rivers near Kuangmaru City, and all the water is taken from the ground. The wells distributed in the city are very obvious, but they are unable to be used because they are filled with various debris. Viscount Monio tried to order people to clear the work. After digging a few times, it means that the project volume is too large. If you want to stay in this city for a long time, it is reasonable to spend energy on it. But if you only stay for one night temporarily, it is not worth investing in it. It is more cost-effective to use the drinking water you carry with you.

Viscount chose the abandoned city lord's mansion as the site of the camp. Although the water was short, the chef tried every means to make a pot of thick soup. The main ingredients were frozen mutton brought from Loong Pass, chopped carrots and potatoes, and a little oats were added to make a very good bowl of mutton soup.

The only drawback is that the bread is dry, cold and hard. The normal way to do it is to put it in the oven and heat it again. However, the northern giants obviously don’t understand the function of this thing, and they don’t regard bread as a staple food.

Monio doesn't like hot bread baked directly on high heat. Doing that will only bring a strong burnt to the bread.

After dinner, he wrote at his desk and sent a letter to the main force following behind him, Marquis Alken must let him know what was going on here and retrieve more logistics supplies from Lock Dragon Pass as soon as possible.

Viscount was an excellent general. He had encountered similar situations many times in previous wars. He strengthened the walls and cleared the fields, retreated, burned all the materials that could not be taken away, so that the invaders could not get supplies on the spot, and even drinking water was not enough.

Aren’t the northern giants all savage and brainless guys?

Who made them do this?

This is the case with the occupied city under your feet, and is the next city still the same?

These problems are so disgusting that it is a headache just by thinking about it. Viscount Monio felt for the first time that this war itself was far less simple than imagined. Especially the tall giant opponents, they were very smart and not as stupid as the Holy See advocated.

We know too little about the Northern Continent.

With such regrets, the Viscount was depressed and took off his clothes and went to bed, and soon fell asleep.

...

Northwest direction.

The Viking Kingdom's army had occupied the entire canyon passage and established a series of supply stations along the way.

Flamar is a cautious person. He attaches much importance to logistics than the battle itself. From the time of Lock Dragon Pass to the present, he has set up a supply camp every two days, and he has set up multiple supply stations of all sizes along the way. On average, one thousand to two thousand people stay at each station, and the remaining troops will not have much impact on the battle situation.

Standing by the Pantuo River and looking at the rolling river water, Framar was slightly lost.

The battle before was so tragic that he still remembered it fresh.

Although the cavalry of the northern giants had been surrounded, no one dismounted and surrendered. They would rather die in battle, and even emitted the final impact when they realized that the situation was bound to be dead. The one-on-one style of fighting was extremely fierce.

About two thousand people escaped from the valley passage. After the counting of the battlefield cleaning, Framar obtained more than a thousand northern war horses, as well as more than six thousand corpses.

In the south, there is a proverb circulating: Even dead giants are valuable.

Flamar does not think that with the capture of Dragon Lock Pass and the war continues, the share of "giant corpses" in the spoils will become larger and larger. Scarcity is an eternal and unchanging business rule. Judging from the most common "giant bone bead strings", the price will definitely plummet in the next few months due to the influx of a large number of similar commodities into the market.

Another one is a specimen made of giant heads.

The more he understood this truth, the stronger he was to capture the giant captive alive.

Fortunately, while the soldiers were cleaning the battlefield, they found more than 20 injured giants from under the pile of corpses. Some of them were stunned by artillery fire on the attacking road, and some were seriously injured and unable to move.

Framar was delighted that he gave these prisoners the highest gift of white bread, creamy vegetable soup, fresh stew, and plenty of wine.

The key to the outcome of a war lies in the hearts of the people, of course the army and weapons and equipment are also very important.

The reason why these giant captives are valued is that Flamar thinks that if he wants to win this war, he must discover his "people" from them. Including himself, the whites know nothing about the north. Spy is indeed a shame for a nation, but as an invader, he urgently needs such people. That means richer and more detailed information sources and a more correct and comprehensive treatment of the entire battle situation.

Language improper is a flaw!

No one can understand the block characters used by the northern giants. For this reason, Flamar cursed the damn Holy Lord countless times behind his back, why can't the light of civilization be spread slightly even a little on the vast northern road. The letters are so beautiful, but the block characters of the northern giants are so ugly... Well, this is probably the reason why they are ignorant and barbaric.

Gesture expression is the basis of communication with each other. Flamar uses a smile and preferential treatment to make the captured giants understand what "good intention" is.

At least that's what he thinks.

The first step in communication begins with each other’s names.

The chicken is yellow, humming heavily, splashing on, scented, licking, and in the jar... The pronunciation of the giant is so difficult to pronounce, Flamar can only mark the syllables according to his own understanding. Of course, in addition to this, he has gained some gains. Through gestures with prisoners of war and drawing pictures on paper, Flamar knew that there were many "giant countries" on the northern continent with wild beasts as their beliefs.

The army that was defeated by himself belonged to the "Tiger Country".

(I have recommended the new book "The King of Amnesia", which I have been away for half my life, but I am still a teenager when I return!
Chapter completed!