flstandardbreds Chapter 138 Massacre
Chapter 138 Massacre
The people in Waze were already in a panic at this time. The merchants and scavengers who had wanted to make a small fortune on the battlefield fled back early and brought the news of the defeat of the Waze coalition back to the city. Naturally, the whole city fell into disorder and chaos.
Merchants drove their carriages out of the city gate to escape from this place that once made them rich. The wives and daughters of dignitaries also left the place crying for their dead relatives. The only ones left were the Midlan civilians and indigenous people who were unable to escape.
When the Midlan people were in power, these indigenous people used them as dogs to suppress their own compatriots. But now the world has changed, and the indigenous people from the forest have fought back, so these people turned their guns around and began to persecute the Midlan people.
These people rushed into various unguarded residences that once belonged to dignitaries, and snatched away all the valuable items they saw or liked. They took away what they could, and burned what they couldn't. Suddenly, the entire wealthy area was ablaze.
In the civilian areas, these people did not restrain themselves and engaged in nothing but burning, killing and looting. The indigenous people went out in groups to commit crimes on the streets, and when they saw the beautiful Midland girl, they openly did some heinous things in the streets.
Some indigenous people even took up weapons and killed anyone they saw on the streets in the name of gods. The etiquette they had learned before was completely washed away by the blood, and now there was only indulgence and killing for them.
Of course, some sober-minded natives directly attacked the Midland soldiers guarding the city gate in groups, trying to avoid the mistakes they had made before by opening the gate to the indigenous troops outside.
In a house called the Simon Chamber of Commerce's Waze branch, people were rushing back and forth to load things onto the carriages, and the merchants nearby were sweating profusely.
"Hurry up, just take the important documents and bills. As for the goods, take as much as you can. If you can't take any, leave now!"
"Sir!" said the blood-stained Black Watch mercenary standing by:
"We have already had a fight with those aborigines. When will you finish cleaning up?"
"It's almost there!" the merchant responded while complaining:
"If I had known earlier, I would have listened to Minister Simon and evacuated immediately. Count Vaze is such a loser. He was killed and the entire line collapsed after only a short period of fighting."
Finally, after the last person got on the carriage, the merchant said to the Blackwatch mercenary:
"Okay, you guys can leave too."
After saying that, he drove the carriage towards the south gate. Behind them, dozens of Black Watch mercenaries fought and retreated, and left the Chamber of Commerce after leaving behind a pile of corpses of the indigenous people.
"Stop!" The leading native was just chasing the Black Watch mercenaries, but now he ordered the other natives to stop, leaving the other natives confused.
"Boss, aren't we going to chase them anymore?" one of the men asked.
"What the hell are you chasing? We are not here to fight with these people. We are here to steal things. We have heard that the Simon Chamber of Commerce is rich. Guys, hurry up and move the things out before others get there first!"
Hearing this, the natives rushed forward and broke into the Simon Chamber of Commerce to steal the processed high-value handicrafts and the coins scattered on the ground.
"Drive! Drive!"
The merchant drove a carriage on the main road of Waze City, followed by several carriages loaded with people and supplies. Looking at the natives looting everywhere, the merchant muttered to himself:
"I was originally transferred to the rear for safety, but I didn't expect that the rear was more dangerous than the front."
"Sir, please look ahead!"
At this time, his subordinates reminded the merchant, and in front of him, a group of indigenous people gathered here, trying to stop the caravan.
"Damn, these natives are lawless!" The businessman cursed and asked:
"Can you use a crossbow?"
"A little bit." The subordinate replied doubtfully.
"It's all right if you know how to use it." The merchant handed a crossbow and a few arrows to his men, and then shouted:
"Those in the back, prepare your crossbows, we are about to break through the checkpoint!"
What followed was that several crossbows were extended from the rear carriage and aimed outside.
"Sir, what are you going to do..." The subordinates didn't quite understand at this time.
"As you can see, this is what you do when you don't want to pay taxes for your business. Go!" The businessman said and waved the whip to make the carriage go faster.
Seeing the carriage coming from afar, the aborigines were eager to try, and the leading aborigine said:
"There are so many cars, it's obvious that they belong to rich people. We must stop this convoy when the time comes. There will definitely be..."
Before he could finish his words, a crossbow arrow pierced through his head. The mixture of blood and brain matter scared the surrounding natives and made them at a loss. At the same time, the merchant's caravan rushed into the natives' team. With the sound of crossbow arrows being shot out, the natives were shot by the sudden crossbow arrows. Some people could not dodge in time and were directly crushed under the wheels of the carts. For a while, screams filled the road.
"Well done!" the businessman praised while driving, and then led the convoy out of the south gate of Waze City.
Just as the natives were about to give chase, two more carriages staggered over. However, this time the natives did not dare to stop them because they saw Black Watch mercenaries on top of the carriages pointing crossbows at them. The natives also began to flee in all directions to make sure they would not end up like the unlucky ones before them.
"Rush over quickly! This carriage is overloaded and is about to fall apart!" said the mercenary captain holding a crossbow.
"I know, I know! These natives are quite sensible and will rush out immediately!" The mercenary driving the car shook the tow rope and accelerated on the deserted street, and successfully rushed out of the south gate of Waze City.
However, the others who stayed in the city of Oise were in a miserable state. As the city gates opened, more and more indigenous troops filed into the city of Oise from the north gate. When they saw that the city had been looted, they immediately joined the ranks of the looting army.
The natives who were looting were attacked by the indigenous army. They shouted words like "traitor" and "running dog" while slaughtering the robbers with their weapons and taking away their property.
Moreover, these natives would also do things like burning, killing and looting that other people did, and even worse. From time to time, girls would be grabbed by the hair and tortured to death by a group of natives, and the elderly and children would be driven and thrown off the city wall by them.
The church in the city has become a burning torch, and the hall originally used for preaching has become a paradise for looting by the natives. They stole any gold and silver utensils they could see, and even took away the symbol of the French King's Hall. After the clergy were killed by these pagans, their heads were chopped off and hung around their waists as trophies, as if the entire city had fallen into hell.
For the natives, it was reasonable for them to do so. Apart from the fact that they had a centuries-long hatred towards the Midlan people, this was also a promise made to them by some chiefs. Otherwise, they would not have gone down the mountain and risked their lives to fight the Midlan people.
These chiefs are basically some defeated generals of the previous King of Midlan. Rather than being descendants of the empire, they are now more like primitive people who have lived in the forest for a long time. Although some chiefs have always abided by the ancient system of the empire, most of the indigenous people have degenerated into pure barbarians. Some of them don’t even know the history of the empire, and even if they know it, they don’t care at all. They care more about how much money they can get from this fight, or even how many slaves and land they can get. As for the revival of the empire, let it go. These people will listen to whoever can lead them to wealth.
Looking at the burning city filled with sounds of pain, screams, and laughter, the Son of God did not feel very happy. Instead, he pointed in the direction of Windam and ordered:
"Tomorrow, we will march to Wendam!"