The sky was filled with smoke and the streets were noisy. After a moderate number of troops entered the Holy Capital City, the Al Qaeda Army closed the four doors tightly.

The wolf-like soldiers and their guides conducted a large-scale search throughout the city. No rebels could be spared, and every city area, every street, every house, and every corner was carefully searched!

"The Keda family is purging the rebels—open the door!"

"Everyone lined up against the wall - take out your household registrations!"

“Where’s the head of the household—fuck you with your face to the wall!”

"What is this? A kitchen knife? Fuck your mother! You use a sword half an arm long to cut bread - take it away!"

"Where did this armor come from? Where did the blood stains on it come from? Is this the emblem of a national thief - you are a rebel!"

In order to cope with the search activities after the Battle of Holy Capital, the Al Qaeda Army Logistics Department prepared twenty horse-drawn ropes. However, the officers obviously underestimated the seriousness of the situation. There were many civilians in Holy Capital who sympathized with the rebels and even collaborated with them.

Now, the ropes used to tie people are quickly used up.

Fortunately, the soldiers from the law enforcement regiment who arrived later had a unique skill, so half of the people kneeling on the street had their hands tied behind their backs, and the other half were unlucky, and the joints of their hands were twisted and dislocated. These unlucky guys were so painful that their clothes were wet with sweat—

—At the same time, I once again understood the truth that no one can expect to receive any good treatment from the army.

Such a large-scale purge could easily cause panic, and wailing broke out once again in the Holy Capital.

"I'm not a rebel... Please let me go, I just bought a knife!"

"Father, please don't arrest my father! My family runs a pawn shop, so it's not surprising that we have armor!"

"Let's be reasonable! The rebels prey on the common people. We have been waiting day and night for it, but we didn't expect that the Keda family would also arrest people randomly!"

In the face of these pleas, the soldiers who had not yet recovered from the war state were completely indifferent. They only recognized one reason in their hearts: the orders of their superiors were above all else, and nothing could interrupt their determination to execute the orders. Punishing civilians with fists and kicks was

It is a very common phenomenon that many people were beaten with bruises on their noses and faces, and rolled helplessly among the rubble.

To be fair, in the Holy City, where the rebels serve as their base, ordinary residents will have some interactions with the rebels, which is inevitable.

Of course, as a regime that has lasted for a period of time, the rebels will always have a certain popular base no matter how bad their actions are.

If the Al Qaeda family wants to securely take over the Holy City, they must dig out these people who support the rebels. Yes, this is not an act of kindness, but it is a wise choice.

But the Keda family is a famous family after all, and they will not kill indiscriminately. This is just a large-scale primary election. After all the suspects are identified, the intelligence system that has been lurking in the local area for a long time will send people to

Identification, no one knows the situation in their jurisdiction better than these intelligence officers.

Those beggars who used to roam the streets, or aggressive gangsters put on military uniforms, and appeared in front of the civilians like dogs with swords on their waists. The civilians watched in stunned silence as these people approached them, and they were already surprised and said no.

Speak up.

They took the pamphlets and sorted them out one by one.

"This company runs a restaurant. I was forced to buy this armor by a rebel deserter this morning. There is no problem."

"There are six members of this family, and two of them died in the chaos in the Holy Capital. They hate the rebels to the core, so there is no problem."

"It's okay for these hoteliers - Madam, don't hit a poor beggar with a stick next time you meet him."

The intelligence agents are followed by internal affairs officials. After confirming the innocence of a family, they will immediately issue new household registrations to the family. For those whose joints have been sprained and dislocated, they will also give a consolation payment of three copper coins. Although it is only three copper coins, plus

A word of "offense" means that the family has since been recognized by the Al Qaeda regime.

So the residents who were cursing the Keda family in their hearts a moment ago quickly began to be grateful.

"Ouch! Master, we meet again." From time to time, intelligence agents would identify residents who were truly close to the rebels: "I remember that your son was doing well in the rebels! He has become a lieutenant, right?

"

"Master Jun, have mercy..."

"You don't have to ask me. If you have anything to say, tell the military judge. Make a note of it. This is rebellion against the party."

The soldiers came over, drew a circle on the face of the identified rebel with a large pen dipped in paint, and then tied them up again. Regardless of their identity and background, they were taken outside the city to await interrogation, and all their property was confiscated.

This was done in every city district. On that day and the next day, almost one-tenth of the people in the Holy Capital were escorted out of the city.

Officials from various systems have long had disputes over the liquidation of civilians after the war. Field management officials advocate on-the-spot trials and treatment, because this will achieve a strong deterrent effect. You must know that the empire still has many provinces.

There was no recovery, and the country was still in the hands of the rebels, at least in name.

However, officials in the purely internal affairs system took into account the difficulty of post-war reconstruction and pacification, and strongly advocated leniency for such nationals, and their reasons were also legitimate.

Firstly, it can show the generosity and tolerance of the Al Qaeda family, and secondly, it can quickly establish a normal order. If it is done according to the opinions of battlefield management, if one thing is not handled well - for example, if there is a large-scale indiscriminate killing,

This will plant hidden dangers in the hearts of the people that are not conducive to governance.

Regarding such two completely different opinions, the Prime Minister and the Internal Affairs Supervisors did not have a choice. Instead, they used the excuse that "the situation on the front line is complicated and all decisions are in the hands of the emperor" and let Cohen make his own decision.

When officials from the two groups rushed to His Majesty Cohen, the palace had just been captured.

Officials from the two groups debated fiercely in front of him, and their faces turned red. However, His Majesty Cohen sat back in a lounge chair, with his feet on the railing and his eyes closed, looking very leisurely.

When the people on both sides were talking until their mouths were dry, His Majesty the Emperor opened his eyes.

"As long as it gets dark today, before dark, you can arrest people on the basis of clear identification. After dark, all troops, except for the night patrol team, will return to the barracks." Cohen's face showed no expression, but it was

He looked at the officials calmly and said: "At the same time, the internal affairs officials will take over and the security will be handed over to the police force."

"Your Majesty, you are cutting it across the board!" At that time, some internal affairs officials objected, shaking their heads like windmills: "It's unfair, this is unfair."

If it were the emperor of other empires, the officials who said such things would have been detained long ago. But in the hands of Cohen, this kind of thing would not happen. Telling the truth to the emperor is the most basic right and obligation of a minister.

"When the army enters the city, some chaos is inevitable. As long as they don't rape or rob, they are good soldiers. In order to maintain the stability of the country, what does the grievance of the citizens mean? If you want to be treated kindly, you must first prove your innocence. This principle

It's not difficult to understand." His Majesty explained to the officials in a calm tone: "This decision is not to please both sides. In fact, one of the duties of the internal affairs system is to try to make up for the wounds of the war. For now, the military purge is one of the inevitable wounds.

one."

"Your Majesty, we are making amends! But if the army does this, the citizens will hate the army."

"Call you stupid! You are not convinced." Cohen shook his head slightly: "Won't you direct the hatred of the people towards the rebels?"

"Guide, guide?"

"To put it simply, it's just putting the blame on others. You will always do this, right?" His Majesty the Emperor clasped his hands and looked into the distance absentmindedly: "Let the citizens personally participate in the trial of those people and let them do it. Those people

Distribute your family property to the people in this neighborhood and let them invest a little... Who else would hate what they have done?"

"But... His Majesty the Emperor..."

"I've already said it, go ahead and execute it." Cohen turned around: "Don't waste my time."

The debate ended with His Majesty the Emperor's indifferent gaze, which led to the strange phenomenon of fistfights and loosening of bonds while giving money. The internal affairs officials patted the residents on the arms while blaming all the blame on the rebels.

For the first time in their lives, the citizens of Sibia were treated differently.

When a neighborhood was cleared and the internal affairs officials stood on the ruins and passionately announced the end of the wartime rule in the neighborhood, the residents all applauded and cheered warmly - especially when they heard that a trial was going to be held in a few days, and they

When there is something to share, their enthusiasm becomes even higher.

Those pro-rebel residents are extremely rich. Everyone has been jealous for a long time. The physical pain has not completely disappeared. Everyone is shouting long live the emperor... His Majesty Cohen did not spend any money himself, but used other people's property.

Stabilized people's hearts.

There were cheers everywhere, but at this moment, Cohen showed a wry smile and whispered to the people around him: "Look, it's actually not difficult to be an emperor, if you can bear to hate yourself."

Bai Ying answered him: "I thought you were complacent about this technique."

"I've long been tired of using this kind of gangster tactics, even in my last life." His Majesty Cohen leaned on the railing: "What's the difference between being an emperor and being a gangster?"

"I don't know the specific difference." Bai Ying showed a rare smile to Cohen like this: "If you are a gangster, at least I won't be around you."

Although His Majesty the Emperor was nicknamed "Rogue Governor" before, he has never confirmed it to himself. What a blessing it is for this bold maid to follow the Emperor! How can she still be picky... Anyway, such a conversation

The guards on the carriage were so frightened that their heels became weak.

Only the general staff officer shouted long live in his heart - at this time, it is great to have an extra white figure beside Cohen to relieve him of the pressure!

The sky was getting dark, and the noisy Holy City was gradually returning to calm. There were guards on the streets checking pedestrians, and internal affairs officials brought tents from outside the city to provide shelter for the residents whose property had been destroyed. They also brought in food.

After treating the wounded in the army, medical personnel also began to treat the wounded among the residents. The Holy City is recovering bit by bit.

At this time, no one else would be more irritable than the President of the Royal Academy. In fact, the reason that made President Lorenzo furious was very simple. The Royal Academy had been used as a temporary military camp by the rebels. When he brought people to protect him,

At that time, this place was a mess.

The courtyard was full of wounded soldiers who had no time to escape, the most sacred pulpit was filled with filthy debris, and ancient documents were used by the rebels to boil water... What kind of person is Dean Lorenzo? This military discipline supervisor saw his beloved college graduate.

Seeing this, his eyes immediately turned red from inside to outside.

He ordered more than a thousand rebels to be thrown into the street. He even rushed up to the wounded soldiers and slapped them in the face, although this behavior did not help matters.

Fortunately, the nearby Royal Library was not damaged much and remained basically intact. But nothing could be hidden from the shrewd Dean Lorenzo. He just checked the catalog of the collection and found the "Rebel Regime Royal Library" standing in front of him.

"The Director of the Great Library" was so frightened that his knees shook.

"Where did the complete book of Huoseia go? Where did the original copy of Gutav's notes go? Where did the Xiuzhi History go?" He pointed at the other person's nose unceremoniously: "I can't tell you, I'll bury you alive!"

"They are all at the homes of officials in various ministries...and were given away as gifts. I, I have an IOU here..."

"As a curator, you can't protect the collection of books - why don't you die!"

Dean Lorenzo grabbed the IOU and went out with an entire guard battalion to recover these national treasures. He held the position of Imperial Military Disciplinary Director, and could move freely in the Holy Capital under curfew - in fact, he was very well suited to the military system.

of respect.

The important officials of the rebel regime were either poisoned by their masters or imprisoned by the Al Qaeda army. The remaining people who had been in contact with the Al Qaeda family earlier were also on tenterhooks. How could they dare to offend this man who was more ferocious than the soldiers when he started to get angry?
To be continued...