Chapter 393: Invitation from the King of Chambord
With blood on his body and his sword, this fat mayor looked like he was a warrior who just came back from battle.
All the nobles around him understood what he was doing and all copied him.
The guards of these nobles started to decapitate the corpses on the defense wall; the heads were like the token for military merits. Although the ordinary soldiers of Zenit killed most of the enemies on the defense wall, these nobles were used to robbing military merits from them.
When the nobles were doing this, the soldiers of Zenit on the defense wall who just got the opportunity to breathe and rest only stared at them coldly and didn’t stop them.
“Stop! He is one of our own! Sh*t! That is the corpse of my older brother!” a young soldier of Zenit who had a huge wound on his shoulder suddenly got emotional and pushed away a guard of the mayor who was about to decapitate a corpse.
“You dirty bug! How dare you push me?” this guard immediately got mad as he almost fell from the push.
“This is the corpse of my older brother…… he died because he protected me……” this young soldier cried as his body shivered. He almost got chopped in half by an enemy, and it was his brother who was two years older than him that jumped in front of him and protected him.
“Yuck! Fu*k off! He is dead now, so it is perfect for me to cut his head off! His corpse is going to rot underground, and mind as well becomes some of my military merits,” this guard shouted angrily and kicked away the injured soldier as he sensed the mockery from his peers.
“You guys are crossing the line!” two soldiers who were standing beside him couldn’t take it anymore. They walked up and stated, “We are brothers! They are only dead because they protected you!”
“How dare you insult the corpse of a brave and heroic soldier?”
More and more soldiers stood up and stared at this guard with anger. During peaceful times, they were able to endure the bullying from the nobles. But during a war where they could die the next moment, their tolerance for this type of treatment was very low. The conflict between the ordinary soldiers and the nobles was irreversible, and the hatred the ordinary soldiers had towards the nobles was burning vigorously in their minds.
That guard backed off for a few steps, and the fear in his eyes displayed his internal state. For the first time, he felt like these dirty and low-class soldiers were so terrifying in his eyes.
“What is going on? Why did you stop?” at this moment, Soroyov walked over.
“Sir, these dirty lowlifes dare to resist your command……” the guard told this fat mayor everything truthfully; it was obvious that this guard was terrified of the mayor as he didn’t dare to exaggerate anything.
“You disappoint me…… Kyle, how can you do this?” the mayor scolded his guard, “These soldiers died for us! What you are doing is no different to animals!”
That guard got surprised, but he didn’t dare to say anything. He quickly kneeled down and apologized anxiously.
“Beat him with a stick 100 times! It will count as the punishment,” Soroyov waved his hand and said.
Then, he turned around and looked at the soldiers who resisted against that guard. He frowned and said, “My guard dared to insult the corpse of a warrior, and he is getting punished for it. But you guys are just a bunch of low-class soldiers; how dare you guys fight against my order? You challenged the honor and the dignity of the nobles, and you guys need to be punished as well…… You, you, you. You three started everything, and you guys need to bear the consequences. Cut off one of their legs and one of their arms each!”
Soroyov was pointing at the young soldier and the two mid-aged soldiers who stood up for this young soldier.
All the soldiers on the defense wall were surprised.
Soroyov had a lot of power in the city; he controlled the administrative power and financial power. Even Ribry had to endure the bullying from Soroyov sometimes in order to get the remuneration for the military, let alone these low-class soldiers. To Soroyov, cutting off the legs and arms of these soldiers was nothing; he could have killed them if he wanted to.
He had a good excuse to do this; these soldiers did fight against the commands of the nobles. In the eyes of the nobles, fighting against them was equivalent to fighting against the ruling of the empire, and the punishment for such action was to chop one arm and one leg off of each perpetrator.
Soroyov did this for a reason.
Since he couldn’t do anything to the new No.1 Commander, he had to vent his anger on these ordinary soldiers. Also, he wanted to pass a message to these soldiers; he wanted them to know that even if he couldn’t deal with the king of Chambord, he could still deal with them easily.
Tink! The guards of the mayor drew out their swords and dragged the three poor soldiers out of the crowd.
One of the guards found a wooden shield, and he tied the right arm of the tallest soldier among the three onto the wooden shield. Another guard beside him raised the ax in his hand, and the sunlight reflected off of the sharp edge of the ax.
All the soldiers around here looked down; they didn’t want to see such a scene.
In this world where hierarchy was very strict, these low-class soldiers didn’t dare to really rebel against the nobles even though they were really angry. Without powerful individual strength, any empathy and compassion shown at this moment would bring catastrophic consequences.
Tink!
The ax chopped down at the wooden shield.
Blood spilled, and a hoarse cry sounded. That soldier roared in pain, and his body shivered violently as a result of it. His face paled, and he bit his lips forcefully and tried his best not to faint.
At this moment, hatred clearly appeared in his eyes.
“I don’t like the way you are looking at me. Soldier, since you decided to hate me, then I don’t mind cutting off one more leg of yours……” Soroyov shook his head and said. After that, he looked at the guard who had the bloody ax in his hand and said, “Continue!”
That guard licked his lips and laughed viciously as he raised his ax again.
“Where is that bit*hass Soroyov? Get the fu*k out of here! Huh? What is going on here? Executing enemy soldiers?” a loud voice suddenly sounded.
Everyone’s face changed color.
“Bit*hass? How dare someone addresses the mayor like this?” they thought.
Soroyov’s good mood was instantly destroyed. His smile froze in his face, and it soon turned gloomy as if someone just slapped him.
A nobleman beside him shouted angrily, “Who are you? How dare you insult the mayor like this? Do you want to die? Show yourself!”
“Hahaha! Pierce! He wants to see you! You are done for! You angered a nobleman!” it seemed like the peer of the person who insulted Soroyov also joked around.
“Want to see me? Damn, you are brave! I’m here, what can you do to me?” as the first person shouted, he squeezed through the soldiers and sneered. This man was about two meters tall, his hair was white, and he was chewing on a straw.
Before everyone could react, another muscular man of a similar build laughed as he walked out with a straw in his mouth as well. This man had long black hair, and it was tied behind his head like a pony-tail.
This man glanced around, and his eyes stayed on Soroyov for a bit longer; it seemed like he was shocked by the size of the mayor. He patted the shoulder of the white-haired man and laughed, “Look! The body of this fat pig is almost comparable to dumb Oleg!”
“He is shorter than Oleg,” the white-haired man squinted his eyes and replied.
“Eh,” the black-haired man nodded and continued, “You are right. He is shorter and fatter; he is literally like a big fat pig.”
As soon as this man said that, almost everyone burst into laughter. Everyone in Dual-Flags City knew that Mayor Soroyov was fat, but it was the first time that someone dared to call him a fat pig in front of his face.
“The mayor hates people who call him fat! Who are these two strongmen? How dare they make fun of the mayor?” people thought.
“How dare you?”
“Kill them!”
“You just insulted the mayor! Who are you?”
Soroyov was so mad that his body trembled violently, and his guards and the noblemen on his side all shouted at the two strongmen one after another.
“Mayor? This fat pig is the mayor?” the white-haired man zapped his mouth and spat out the straw in his mouth. He looked at his peer beside him as he shrugged his shoulder and said, “We have an important message to pass to you.”
In halfway, he turned around and said to his peer, “Hey, you tell him! His Majesty is still waiting!”
The black-haired man nodded and observed Soroyov a bit more. He laughed and asked, “You are the mayor?”
Before Soroyov could say anything, he continued, “I’m Drogba and he is Pierce; we are subordinates of the king of Chambord. His Majesty wants you to go the watchtower on the west gate and report to him. Hehe, mayor, please come this way.”