The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

Dorobichi, the territory of the Yasuski family.

The sky was surrounded by thick dark clouds, only a faint light barely pierced through the clouds, and the sky and the earth were in a state of gloom, which made people feel inexplicably desolate.

Vekhliu Yasuski was wrapping his wounded left hand around himself. He never expected that the slaves his family had raised for decades would actually attack him.

Vekhliu Yasuski is 46 years old this year. He doesn't know the name of the serf who is in charge of slaughtering animals in the back kitchen, but that guy has always been there.

"What an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf!"

Vekhliu Yasuski couldn't help but spat, but fortunately the other party was old and frail, and the boning knife only pierced his palm.

"Damn Ham people, even letting them live in the manor can't change that despicable bloodline!"

At this moment a well-dressed young man with gold-rimmed glasses walked in.

"Sir, everyone has gathered. There are a total of 120 Ham people in the manor. They didn't directly participate in the previous rebellion, but..."

"Bury them all," said Vekhliu Yasusky impassively.

"Yes, I'll do it right now."

The young man's tone didn't fluctuate at all, as if he was talking about an unimportant matter, and he seemed to know the answer already.

After a while, there were terrified cries from the backyard. The pleadings of the old man, the cries of children, the screams of women, and the curses of men were mixed together.

These honest serfs don't know why the noble lord treats them like this. They obviously didn't do anything, they were so obedient, and they just wanted to live
Then a loud gunshot sounded, startling the crows around and interrupting people's thinking.

Kulba fell to the ground, and the sky was still so blue. I still remember that when he was young, he was called by the master to go to the river, where there was a wooden sign showing his white thighs under the river.

Kulba was asked to identify his mother, but he was wrong, and his father was drowned in Transnistria.

Kulba's mother is recognized as a beauty in the village, so she is often called to the manor by the nobles.

But also because of this relationship, Kulba became a "glorious" vegetable washer in the future. He diligently washed every vegetable leaf and every fruit.

The old man often praised him for his hard work when he was alive, but the new old man grew up eating clean vegetables and fruits, so he cut his wages by two-thirds as soon as he took over the manor.

But Kulba still worked hard. After all, apart from him, other people not only did not get wages, but were even whipped.

Kulba was also in love. It was a dishwasher who liked to laugh. They always washed things together, ate the leftovers of the old men, caught mice, and used grass blades as harmonicas.
Later I heard that the girl was favored by the master's friend, Kulba was not jealous, but sincerely blessed her.
But what Kulba saw the next day was a girl with bruises all over her body and dull eyes, her plump breasts were heavily wrapped.

Later, I heard from the old steward that the friend of the new master is a Czech shepherd dog
We are not talking about modern Czech wolfhounds and deep wolf greens here, but they look somewhat similar to modern German shepherds.

A few years ago, the new master was obsessed with the slave death fight, which was not allowed by law, but the governor also liked it.

Before the new governor took office, Kulba personally killed his brother, friend, and friend's brother
A few days ago, the old guys in the kitchen said they were going to kill the master. Kulba got scared and wanted to escape, but he was locked in the woodshed.

Now that everything was over, Kulba finally left the woodshed, but what greeted him was not endless work, but a bullet.

The line of sight gradually changed, the world became quiet, and the body became very light
It's just that before Kulba could enjoy it, he was hit hard by a hammer, and then the blood splattered like a broken watermelon. Red and yellow juices were splashed everywhere, and the air was filled with blood. breath.

Killing people builds prestige, killing people is not the goal, but building prestige is.

On weekdays, the gentle butler swung a sledgehammer, smashing the faces of the undead one by one like knocking on a walnut.

It's just that with this kind of heavy hammer with both hands, he just swung it a few times before he started panting.

Then he helped his gold-rimmed glasses with bloody hands, and then ordered.

"The rest are buried."

The team leader at the side hurriedly took out a clean white handkerchief, but the young housekeeper just wiped the opponent's face twice before leaving.

The squad leader put away his handkerchief and shouted to his subordinates.

"Hurry up! Have you seen it? This is the fate of betraying the family! If you want to be like these Ham people, you can try!"

The subordinates remained silent, regardless of the crying and cursing of those people, they pushed the remaining men, women, old and children into the big pit dug before, and filled the soil one spade at a time. It only took half an hour to clear the hole Big hole filled.

The people in the pit already understood their fate, but they didn't dare to resist at all, because those who tried to resist, or might resist before, had already fallen under the guns of the other party.

People in desperation often like to pray to gods and Buddha, pray to heaven, and make wishes to gods. This is just a kind of psychological comfort, a method of trying to escape from reality.

Suddenly there was a scream outside, and then the ground began to tremble slightly.

"Is it an earthquake? But is the tremor too mild?"

Even Vekhryu Yasuski, who had been sitting empty in the room before, walked out of the room, and he watched in disbelief at what was happening before him.

First, a slowly approaching black line appeared on the hills in the distance, and then, as if a painting scroll was pulled apart, a black curtain swept in, billowing the sky with smoke and dust.

But that is not a curtain, but an endless cavalry!The real cavalry, the thunderous sound of hooves makes people lose the ability to think.

With a neigh, the tall horse stood up in front of the gate of the manor.

"Let the Yasuski family speak out!"

The person who came was a colonel. Normally, this young butler who looked gentle would definitely ask a question.

"A little colonel, who gave you courage?"

But this man who was dubbed the "gentle beast" was fighting with both arms, like a frightened sheep.

The captain of the Yasuski family guard, who is known as the last warrior of Poland, and the man who commanded 400 warriors were not much better.

Thousands of horses are galloping, their momentum is vast, and the mountains are even and the mountains are flat.

They have read this kind of record in the book, but when tens of thousands of horses really appear in front of them, it is another feeling.

In fact, there are not tens of thousands of people, only about 3000 people, but there are more than 5000 horses. However, due to the loose formation and the dust raised, it makes people feel boundless.

They had seen thousands of people before, but thousands of heavily armed cavalry and thousands of ragged civilians gave people a completely different feeling.

And these more than 3000 people can be regarded as the most elite cavalry in the entire Austrian Empire.

"Let the Yasuski family speak out!"

The leading officer shouted again, and the horse seemed to sense the master's impatience, and its hooves were digging hard at the soil.