There is a saying that you can't make everyone like you, as long as most people don't hate you and some people like you, it's enough.
The Marquis of Balde is just the opposite. It is unknown how many people like him. Anyway, most of the Lamar State hates him.
Although he has a high status, it is due to his bloodline and his birthright.
Although he is rich and good at making money, it is based on corruption, squeezing people, and hoarding.
Even though the Kane family's scarcity of members allowed them to temporarily seize the power of the Lamar State administrator, they did not have the slightest sense of responsibility as a lord.
He doesn't think about government affairs and only thinks about having fun all day long.
Do not treat the people as human beings, but as their own property and tools for making money.
When the territory encountered a crisis, he did not step forward at all. He had no intention of defending the territory and still only thought about his own interests.
"The lord does not exist for the people, but the people exist for the lord. Making money for the lord and sacrificing your life for the lord is your honor. Anyone who disobeys the lord shall die."
"Fight, fight, the more intense the fight, the better. The unified local army and the ambitious people are all rebellious lords and people who do not want to cherish death. The more people die, the more peaceful the future rule will be."
"It's best if we all die, and then the regular army steps in to quell the rebellion. No one in Lamar State will dare to disobey me in the future."
That's right, Marquis Balde is the kind of person who "the whole world combined is not as important as my own safety" and "I won't care about the flood after I die."
Driven by this kind of thinking, he made the decision to unite the local troops and move out in full force to press them forward. The safest and most dangerous maritime fortress would be used by him and his private soldiers as a safe haven.
As long as he gets there, he can sit quietly and watch the tigers fight.
Wores won by luck because of his good leadership. Who told me to issue the order?
If Wores loses, then ask the government for help and throw the blame to Wores.
No matter what, I won’t lose anything.
After the initial period of panic, Ballard's "smart" IQ took over the high ground again.
It's just that his little plan has been clearly seen by a group of people.
From beginning to end, he was just trying to be smart.
The "Saint of Steel", whose real form is the "Saint of the Gun" Lianna Sandlot, is not ashamed of his behavior and has long wanted to teach him a lesson.
The "Purple Hunters", who are known as the "Northern Hunters" Avengers, have already targeted the base camp of the former "Leading Army" for revenge. It was they who carried out the invasion of Northampria.
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The moment it was confirmed that the local army was in full force, the Saint led the hunters to leave the station and march towards the sea fortress.
Originally, in order to hide their whereabouts, the Jaegers lacked heavy weapons and mechanized means of movement, so it was impossible to compete with Balder's private army, which was fully equipped and equipped with all armored vehicles.
But Balder never expected that the main traffic road would be destroyed. He was frantically trying to find a way to clear the way, but the saint had already arrived with the hunters on the other side.
The so-called road that must be passed means that everyone who comes has to go.
The scene was very embarrassing for a time.
However, after being embarrassed, the saint ordered the attack without hesitation.
Whether it was out of selfish motives to teach the rubbish nobles a lesson or to help the Purple Hunters, it was impossible to let these people go.
At first, the private soldiers resisted tenaciously in order to protect their employers.
It is true that Marquis Balde is a scumbag, but he is not a miser. He is very willing to spend money on food, clothing, housing and transportation. He also hires good hunters. The quality of the soldiers is not worse than that of the northern hunters.
Unfortunately, the beliefs of the two sides are too different.
The hunters of the North fought for revenge and had long made plans to leave their lives in the empire. They risked their lives and dared to fight.
Balder's private soldiers are for money. Although they also have the professional ethics of a hunter, they cannot risk the lives of the entire regiment for money.
If you want to make money, you also need to spend money. When people are gone, everything is gone.
That's why the Purple Hunters were able to first force back "Nidhogg" in the canyon road, and then force the private soldiers to terminate their contract with Marquis Balder in front of the sea fortress. Finally, in full view of the public, they dragged Balder to death like a dog.
The Marquis de Marquis was dragged out of his limousine.
Maybe they felt that Bald was too fat and it was difficult to drag him out. After dragging him out of the car, the arresting Jaeger put his foot on Bald's butt, and the latter immediately turned into a rolling gourd and rolled on the ground.
After several laps, it rolled in front of the "iron fleet" and then stopped.
Before he could take a breath, the hunters caught up with him again, laying hands on his hands and heads.
The one who pressed the head was the most violent, directly pressing his knee against Balder's neck.
The latter had never been treated like this before, and he shouted desperately: "Spare, spare my life, I can't breathe..."
"Spare your life? I will spare your life, but who will spare the lives of our compatriots who died?" The man with his knee on the man sneered.
"I, I have money, I have a lot of money... According to the laws of the nobility... the defeated can use money to redeem themselves... As long as you are willing to let me go, I can pay any price." In order to survive.
, Balder can be said to have risked his life.
But the Purple Hunter has already put life and death aside. No matter wealth or interests, it doesn't matter. What matters is just one breath.
"Noble? Sorry, we are not nobles, and we don't know any nobles."
"All the nobles we know are dead, all because of you!!!"
"Please go down and accompany them now!"
Just when the excited Purple Hunter was about to shoot this scumbag, a hand completely covered in silver armor stretched out from the side and held down the barrel of the gun that was about to fire.
"Stop it."
The voice was majestic and conveyed an irresistible message. She was the "Saint of Steel" who was covered in silver armor and even her true appearance was hidden.
The excited hunters felt as if a basin of cold water had been poured down on their heads, and their hearts were clear.
The hunters were in awe of this saint, whose face they had never seen before.
First of all, the Saint is powerful enough and has mastered the terrifying technology that can directly take away the train cannon.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Secondly, the Saint's strategy is extraordinary. She attacked the east and west, and a considerable part of her plan to capture the maritime fortress was due to her. Without her, even if the hunters had the intention, they would not be able to complete it.
The ability to plan.
Thirdly, the Saint has an overwhelming charisma and aura. The older generation of hunters even think of the soul of the North Hunters, Colonel Barristan, who continued to fight for his hometown until he gave his life.
But awe is one thing. After all, the two sides are in a cooperative relationship. The Saint is not the leader of the hunters. Although she was overwhelmed in terms of momentum, some of the hunters still gritted their teeth and persisted, asking: "Why?"
"He is still useful, don't forget our purpose." The saint pointed forward.
The outline of the maritime fortress can be vaguely seen in the distance, and the damaged bridge can be seen nearby.
The hunters were all veterans of the battlefield and reacted quickly. The road was destroyed, indicating that the maritime fortress was on guard.
Why is this guy the highest official in Lamar State? He might be useful when attacking the fortress.
The knees that were holding his neck loosened unconsciously. Seeing this, Marquis Balder quickly rolled over.
He had already figured out who was the real thigh here. As he turned over the page, he said flatteringly:
"Yes, yes, I'm very useful."
Before he could really hold his thigh, the two female knights guarding the saint each took a kick and stomped hard on Balder's greasy face.
"Don't touch the master with your dirty hands."
"You don't deserve to be a scumbag like you!"
The female knights kicked out in anger, and their strength was greater than that of the chasseurs.
Two shoe prints were instantly left on Balder's face, nosebleeds flowed out uncontrollably, and his brain was violently shaken.
At this moment, the Marquis had only one thought in his mind:
Why am I so unlucky...
PS: Actually, I wanted this guy to die directly, but after thinking about the tradition of not dying in wars, I might as well forget it. The Saint is not a murderous person. Tsk tsk, I will drown in regrets for the rest of my life.