Screams outside the door were coming one after another, almost overwhelming the sound of the whistling and rotating wind engine.

"Boss Zophie, do this..."

Burnett didn't say the following words. Did he say cruel? Nothing is more cruel than this? It is only natural to suffer such torture.

If you cut these guys with a knife, it would be too cheap for them, but this way of dying...

I said indifferently, "Don't worry, these pointed wooden stakes are all specially processed by me. The top is thin and the bottom is thick. It will not hurt too much at first when you pierce into their anus. At most, it will be difficult to accept psychologically. But as long as they continue to struggle, the wooden stakes will become deeper and deeper, and they will slide downwards slowly, slowly passing through the rectum, piercing the abdominal cavity, and reaching the chest."

I rubbed Cheetah One on the bar and squeezed its tear-burned face into a word of embarrassment, "This process will last about three days. Remember to feed them some water and food until they can't eat it. If you are lucky, you can still see wooden stakes coming out of their mouths. Of course, when the wooden stake pierces a certain internal organ, they will die of bleeding and organ failure."

I described the way of death in a plain tone, as if I was just talking about cooking a fish, without taking the crying outside the door to heart.

Burnett listened to me and felt chill all over his body.

"I think I'm the murderous devil?" I asked with a smile.

Burnett hurriedly shook his head and smiled bitterly: "No, no! I have never thought of disrespect! I also want revenge, but I didn't expect..."

I sighed: "I didn't expect this way of death?"

I thought I was merciful enough, but I didn't expect that this guy in front of me was even more serious than me. I could feel sympathy for the murderers who killed him. Will I see them pitifully let these beasts go?

"Let me do this, I announce that you will be the life of these people outside the door. If you feel that they are pitiful, you can let them go or give them a happy one - I have punished their disrespect, and if you also feel that your hatred is worthless, then you can handle it casually."

I smiled and said this passage, but my tone gradually became serious: "You must know that everything in the world has a value. If you think this hatred is worthless, then the life of your companion is just a worthless thing."

Burnett gritted his teeth, "I won't let them go!"

I still need to grit my teeth? It seems that I have to put a pair of strong medicine to make him wake up completely.

"You go back to Shisongzhuang and ride on the camel at the door and go back soon. If you go too late, you can only help the hyenas and vultures on the wasteland collect their bodies."

Burnett reacted from his trance when he heard this, and escaped from the door with his hands and feet, and then there was a panic sound of hooves moving further and further away.

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After driving Burnett away, I had time to sort out the tavern and count the trophy.

The privateers found several suspicious white powder, four unknown pistols, three scimitars, two military stingers, and many fragmented personal belongings, which were of little value.

Those portions of white powder looked suspicious, and were packed in a small package wrapped in kraft paper. The appearance was grayish-white, and some leaves were mixed with the powder.

"Come out, I have something to ask you."

A privateer wearing a red turban walked out of the utility room tremblingly and stood carefully in front of me. When I yelled like this, I almost fell to my knees.

Although the corpse in the house had been moved out of the door, the white brains splashed around had not been cleaned yet. I just knocked on a person's head like a watermelon. Even if I had empty hands, the red turban would not dare to act rashly or try to resist.

This also indirectly shows that Burnett's heart was really confused. He didn't even notice that there was one missing from this group of privateers.

"I heard you haven't killed anyone yet?" I asked him sideways.

The red turban tried hard to lower his eyes and said in a trembling voice: "I...I just joined the privateer from the town guard...I have collected taxes at the city gate before and have never killed anyone..."

"What were you doing when they were killing last night?"

"I... I was so scared at that time... so I told them to go out and let the news and ran out... Later they said that I didn't kill anyone this time and wanted to cut my fingers..."

"With your courage, why do you still want to be a privateer? Isn't it good to be honest in looking at the door?"

This guy also looks like a coward who is timid and cowardly on the outside. Why do you want to do this business? Was he lying to me, or is there any hidden truth?

The red turban said in a fearful tone: "I was originally an apprentice of the blacksmith shop in the town, but the lord asked young people to be trained in the military group if they were 16 years old. I had just worked as a town guard for more than half a month, but because of my strong physique, I was picked up by privateers."

When I heard this, I suddenly asked, "So you know the town very well? Tell me everything you know, maybe I will save your life."

The red turban was overjoyed and rushed to pour beans into bamboo tubes, revealing the entire situation of the loading collar.

This loader collar was established by the war gunners of the Andernawara faction. This founder was the leading gunner in the faction. He had rich experience in participating in the battle to break through the city and was favored by faction leaders. He was finally ordered to come to the desert edge in the west and established this town. This loader collar was named after it.

This territory is similar to the governors of the Tang Dynasty. The lord has complete administrative, economic and military rights in this area. The mission is to fight and curb the vigorous God-killing Vajra Pirates and seize the initiative for the Andernawara faction.

The city has only a thousand people, but there are nearly three hundred people in the military regiment. Some of them guard the security of the town, and the other part wanders on the wasteland, carrying out plunder and attack tasks. These two types of personnel are often rotated from time to time to prevent the decline of force.

Young people like the Red Turban must participate in the work of the military force group, otherwise they will be driven out of towns or demoted to slaves, and deprived of ownership of all property.

...This plot sounds familiar and feels offended.

The mayor is appointed by the Andernawara faction and controls the key urban armed forces. His status is naturally as stable as Mount Tai. He does not need to worry about government affairs in normal times. The members of the parliamentary in his own territory assist in handling daily affairs.

These members of the parliament were elected by the big merchants, big workshop owners, and retired combat team leaders. They usually use voting methods to decide affairs. The Red Headscarf said that the order to destroy Shisongzhuang this time was also their resolution.

Below them, there were a large number of urban residents engaged in construction, handicrafts, planting, forging, etc., responsible for paying taxes, undertaking military service, and also receiving protection from the town. These people are often skilled people on the wasteland, and later joined them alone, so they did not have much power and failed to join the group of parliamentarians.
Chapter completed!