Riding and slashing the stars of empire civilization

Compared with Attila who rushed to Milin's side as soon as possible after rushing into the city, Alori, who was responsible for the finishing touches, took a long time to arrive at the castle with the remaining troops.

When Alori arrived, Attila had already taken the Darahan cavalry to clean up the messy castle.

The blood-soaked floor and walls were evenly sprinkled with a layer of lime.

All kinds of weapons scattered on the ground, whether they were usable or needed to be remade, were collected and piled together.

The former users of these weapons were neatly placed next to the weapons pile, but they did not look like they were about to stop immediately.

Even after getting off the horse, he still held a Darahan Cavalry beside him, and Attila was seriously sharpening an ax.

After sniffing the smell of blood that still lingered in the air, Alori walked up to Milin with a happy expression on his face and said loudly:

It's done, boss.

Milin, who was arranging furniture with Gray Feng, was startled by Alori.

What are you doing so loudly?

Isn't this fun! Alori said.

Okay. Alori's attribute of getting excited as long as there is fighting and killing always makes Milin feel like this humanoid female lizard has become a believer in Kong's abuse.

Shaking his head to put all these things out of his mind, Milin stopped sorting the furniture and asked Alori:

Have all those town guards and mercenaries been taken care of?

It's done. Ignore the guards who died in the battle. Those who are still alive will collect their weapons and armor and put them in a prisoner of war camp.

Alori, who entered reporting mode, continued:

As for the mercenaries, according to what you said, boss, the weapons were collected and each of them was given rations for ten days before being released.

When Alori talked about the treatment of these mercenaries, he added with a look of pain on his face:

There are more than 300 people here. Boss, are you really not going to recruit some people from among them?

Even if the ten days of rations were paid for with the cheapest wheat, nearly three hundred people still paid a considerable amount.

Even if I really plan to expand my army by relying on the residents of this world, I will not recruit those mercenaries. Milin, who is very aware of the virtues of those mercenaries, paused and said:

For example, until now, are there any mercenaries who want to take back their leader?

No... Alori said.

Not only that, but those mercenaries ran faster than rabbits after taking the rations, as if they were afraid that Milin would regret it.

Even if there were no people who ran away immediately, they all wanted to get their weapons back, and no one mentioned where their leader had gone.

Essentially, there is not much difference between those mercenaries and robbers, or in many cases, they are just a group of gangsters. Milin said with a smile.

The purpose of collecting weapons is to prevent these mercenaries from turning around and falling into trouble.

The same goes for distributing food and grass. Although it is only for ten days, according to Milin's ten-day supply, if you save a little, you can even eat for more than half a month.

If these mercenaries still fail in the end, there is nothing Milin can do.

However, in this age of strife when every village has team training, a group of people without weapons is not much of a threat.

Okay, boss, you are right. Alori admitted that Milin's assessment was not wrong. Those mercenaries who wanted to keep their weapons even made some irrational actions.

It's a pity that they are facing Alori, and Alori and the flail in her hand are not so easy to talk to.

As soon as Alori finished speaking, there was a dull click sound in the courtyard outside the castle hall door.

Turning around and looking over, he saw several Darahan cavalry kicking aside a corpse headed by an owl, and then dragging another corpse in front of Attila who was holding an axe.

Another click

Alori's face paled slightly as he watched this scene. The fearless Dragonborn had a little bit of PTSD from this execution-style beheading.

It's good to know. How many guards are left? Milin, who ignored Alori's expression and didn't expect an Alduin to fly over at this time, wiped his hands and asked.

There are less than thirty people. Fifty or sixty of them were killed, and most of them were killed by Attila. Alori said immediately after retracting his gaze.

I don't know if it was because of the effect of Attila's beheading just now, but Alori had no idea of ​​taking credit.

Well, remember to screen them. If they are locals, just let them go. Those who died in the battle will also receive a small pension, and the share will be 20 dinars per person. Milin nodded and said.

Tsk, if I had known I would have cut less, why is it not local? Alori, who felt even more painful but would not question any of Milin's requests, nodded.

If you are not local, just be like those mercenaries. Collect weapons and distribute some rations. Milin continued.

Okay, why don't you recruit some people from these guards? Alori said curiously.

If we don't recruit people from those mercenaries, it's because the mercenaries are too rubbish, but these town guards seem to be okay.

E, don't worry, put it back first, and we'll talk about it when we need to recruit. Milin thought for a while and said.

Although Milin has a lot of golden fingers in his hand, none of them can show the favorability or loyalty of his subordinates.

Except for the system soldiers produced by Goldfinger, Milin does not trust the local residents of this world.

Especially after such a fight, maybe the locals will blame Milin for the death of their relatives and friends, rather than the initiator of these things, the former lord who was just killed by Attila.

Even in the past six months, most of the peaceful life that these Escalon residents could enjoy was due to Milin's hard work in public security.

While Milin was arranging the detailed finishing work for Alori, Attila in the castle courtyard was also chopping off his head with an axe.

After a while, the basket containing the heads was filled to the brim, and the Darahan cavalryman, who was as expressionless as Attila, took out another basket.

Boss, what is Attila doing? Alori, who was suffering from intermittent PTSD attacks from decapitation, asked Milin in a nervous tone.

Beheading, what else can you do? Milin glanced at Alori who asked this question strangely. Can't you see what Attila is doing with your eyes?

I know it's beheading. What I'm asking about is beheading? Aren't they already hacked to death by you, boss? Alori said.

Oh, it's an old tradition to use it to build Beijing temples. Milin explained after a moment.

...What is that? Alori was stunned for a moment and said. Although he has followed Milin for half a year, Alori has never seen Milin doing anything to build a capital.

That's because we didn't have much opportunity before. We had to shoot for a new place. There was no place to build, and the number was not enough. After finishing speaking, Milin briefly explained what building a Jingguan is.

As he listened, Alori's face turned pale and pale, and it seemed that the decapitation PTSD had worsened.

Is this... the tradition of your home world, boss? Alori asked with a pale face. ,

Yes, if asking you to collect the corpse and issue the pension is gentle, then Jingguan is a deterrent. Deterrence brings fear, and fear brings obedience. Governor Tarkin's words are sometimes correct. Milin looked calm. said.

Are you afraid? Well, it's quite scary. Anyway, judging from Alori's expression, she was also frightened: I remember, boss, your power is to use fear.

It's just one of my powers, but it is indeed the best to use at the moment. Milin said without hesitation.

Both Alori and Gray Wind knew about the dark side of the Force.

While Milin was talking, there was another click sound in the castle courtyard.