Chapter 60 Without sacrifice, there will be no dawn
Although the Imperial Squadron Captain was a little confused about what Alice No. 1001 said, he thought it was a good idea and ordered his subordinates to pull out some of the surviving villagers from the group of villagers who were suitable for other jobs and ready to be sold as slaves.
Alice No. 1001 looked at the prisoners of war who were gradually awakening from the confusion of mental magic, and said: "When I interrogated you just now, your slogan included - no sacrifice, no dawn, is this the saying?"
"Yes! Even if we die, you will be driven out by our compatriots sooner or later!" Kurd shouted.
Not every soldier has personally experienced the kind of overwhelming battle force that cleans up garbage. Even if they hear about it, they will only be confused, so many fools will still think of resisting.
At this time, under the instructions of the squad leader, the imperial soldiers began to drag out a few ugly demi-humans who were going to be sold as slaves, and chopped them with swords on the spot! They were not chopped to death, but chopped like potatoes!
Immediately, not only the people who were hacked, but also several demi-humans among the prisoners of war shouted miserably, those were their family members. It was precisely because this team happened to come from this village, and everyone was a family member, that the village would fully support them.
, not cooperating with the empire.
There were also girls and women who looked more or less human, and even whose race was human, who were dragged out and made available to Imperial soldiers for "use" in broad daylight.
The sounds of begging, screaming, crying, and cursing are endless.
After the movement gradually subsided, Alice No. 1001 looked down at Kurdish, folded her arms across her chest, and said with a smile as if she had done a good deed: "Without sacrifice, there would be no dawn. We have sacrificed so much to help you, in various ways.
There are all the sacrifices, how about it? Breaking Dawn, does it look good?"
"Uh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah..." Seeing his family being brutally sliced into pieces, and seeing his companions' wives and daughters being "used", Kurd was left with only the emotion of yelling until he became hoarse.
.
Then, it was all over.
"[Control all races], commit suicide with your head and the ground."
Alice 1001 killed all the prisoners of war very cleanly. In terms of undead research, we learned from the research data of the Dark Night Dead Mage that units with this mental state will evolve faster when they become undead.
And if you are about to die, simply shock and damage the brain, you can increase the probability of turning into an obedient puppet. However, it is difficult to obtain such experimental subjects who die from extreme excitement or anger, and creating a suitable experimental subject in this environment,
Just right.
At this time, the captain of the Empire team came over with a happy face and said to Alice No. 1001: "Thank you."
"Thank you for what?" Alice No. 1001 tilted her head, expressing confusion. Shouldn't she be the one thanking the Imperial Army for their cooperation?
"It's like this. My army is made up of survivors who were attacked and escaped. Many brothers lost friends in those dirty sneak attacks. If there is no suitable opportunity for them to vent, I will
Squad leader, you might not be able to hold it down anymore." As he said that, the squad leader of the Imperial Army took off his helmet and made a motion to throw it, but in the end he naturally didn't throw it, and gave it a symbolic shake before putting it back on his head.
"I see, then use all of this up. What's left is almost destroyed. Even if you sell slaves, you won't be able to get much money into your pocket. How about just using this money as a way to vent your anger?"
"Oh, that's a good idea."
"Then, we were tired from chopping just now, and how can we let those who are still alive die?" someone asked.
"How about this-"
"No, no, this is not exciting enough, we should-"
"………………"
Everyone debated for a few minutes before coming to a conclusion. Some people looked at Midori No. 12719 with a bit of expectation.
"Why do these people think I have such a hobby?" Midori No. 12719 shrugged to Alice No. 1001 in a speechless tone.
Liz No. 1001 could only shrug: "Is it true that it is more convenient to fertilize your body like this? But..."
"Hey," Midori No. 12719 looked at everyone and said loudly, "If you want to see it so much, you will be responsible for cleaning the tank for me later!"
"good!"
"No problem, okay!"
Many imperial soldiers began to applaud.
Since they were so cheerful, Midori No. 12719 was too embarrassed not to express his gratitude. He jumped on the T-62 tank and commanded the other Midori crew members to start.
The treads of the T-62 rubbed against the ground, making a low sound, and started to move. Amidst the cheers and whistles of the imperial soldiers, it ran over the unnecessary corpses and dying survivors. At the same time, the tail cabin of the tank
The door of the car popped open from the inside, and the vines of Midori's body stretched out from the inside, inserting themselves into the human-shaped flesh left behind the car not long ago, absorbing it like a vacuum cleaner.
This is the normal battlefield diet of Midori chariot soldiers. It is made into "ground meat" that is easy to digest and improves absorption. No wonder the imperial soldiers think that Midori has that kind of hobby.
In ordinary human countries, demi-humans are generally good-looking in the eyes of humans, and their eating methods are different from those of goblins such as visual pollution. In the impression of humans, demi-humans are mostly monsters, cannibalism is crude and cruel, and they live with monsters.
Humans are no better, so Imperial soldiers feel no guilt.
Of course, in the Central Continent, the positions of both sides are the same in reverse. Perhaps humans in some countries will be even worse. Some races like to eat the freshest two-legged mutton, and specialize in taking meat from living bodies without killing it.
Possibly keep the two-legged sheep alive.
However, after all, different races have their own advantages, so there are slaves. However, there are many kinds of slaves. The ones with the best treatment are the slaves called "villagers". They only need to handle agricultural products and
Wild medicinal materials can be provided. They do not have the same security as the urban population. They may be attacked by hungry beasts and monsters at any time. It is also possible to request the protection of the army or adventurers, mercenaries and other armed organizations, but I am afraid it will only be a few.
The annual income is gone.
But as long as you master the maneuvers and balances, life is not unbearable, and as long as the money you need to pay is slightly less, you will be thankful. Therefore, the so-called patriotic sentiments are basically scorned by slaves called "villagers", and even if the patriots are tortured and killed,
Except for their family members and companions, they cannot stir up waves in the hearts of others.
After the Midoris had eaten, they all climbed out of the tank and sat on the tank with their legs hanging down, swaying and looking at the Imperial soldiers who were helping them clean the tracks and road wheels. They completely opened the tail compartment to let the dawn sun shine on their bodies.
: "The sunshine at dawn is so comfortable."
Alice No. 1001 used [Message] to contact Fluder, asking him or his colleagues who understood the teleportation magic to bring the corpse samples they needed back to the Imperial Magic Province after the Imperial Army left.