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It's late at night, you camp in the hills. As the world's greatest single powerless knight has reached 500, there was no fear of ambush.
Alternate shifts are set and Albrecht falls asleep. Right after I saw the blood, I fell into a deep sleep. Maybe it's because my innate nature likes to fight. I didn't know.
You set up camp as your first rally point and left 30 knights behind, who were blocking the road in three alternations.
In the unlikely event of a critical situation, it was a strategic doctrine to join or withdraw from nearby Albrecht.
Albrecht leads the other 470 knights south. As expected, there were horrible sights everywhere. The flies flew in black. The knights frowned and quietly furious.
I ate at dawn and left. By lunch, I saw a village far away.
Albrecht raises his eyes and looks at it, just a quiet village. I saw several women moving around with vegetables in their baskets, and men thrashing their heads.
Problem was, I saw the bodies displayed in a horrible way around the town. As the refugees had heard the other day, logs were standing all over the place, people from the ground up to their mouths.
I felt nauseous as I was preparing for a clear day without clouds. What was even more surprising was that even though there were things like that around, the villagers didn't care about anything and lived ordinary lives.
Turns out, there's something wrong with the way people dress in the village.
“Hermann, you go in from the front. Yurgen, you go around from the left. ”
Albrecht says so, leading about 100 knights back to the right.
As the knights knocked on the ground, the villagers were startled and fled somewhere. The men come out with axes and slings, but they flee in fear of overwhelming troop cars.
Albrecht shouts as he goes into town.
“Take him alive first! ”
First of all, he ordered because his appearance was no different from that of a civilian. The knights pull out the noose rope that was hanging from the saddle with a skilled move. You swing the rope and throw it, pulling people apart.
People shouted, like the northern horse, but different. It's the Bedouins!
“Long live the King in the North! ”
Yurgen screeches in from the other side.
“Long live the King in the North! ”
The knights who followed him are overwhelmed. They don't take Albrecht's orders, so they swing their swords over the running horses and cut people's throats or cut their torso deep.
Knights with flags, ropes, and swords wander the village. People are distracted and crowded in the center of the town.
“Ugh!”
A Bedukent woman shouts. Albrecht quickly leads the Knights away from the runaways behind him. Then he drove to the center of the village.
They look at Albrecht in the light with frightened eyes, and they rush headlong into the center of the town like sheep.
Dozens of Bedouins were gathered in the middle of the village. Several escaped, but the knights soon chased after them and became corpses. The knights barged into every house, grabbed the ones hiding in their heads and pulled them out.
Albrecht swings his red cape around the crowd. In the center of the town was a wooden spirit.
It seemed to have split from end to end like a quagmire, but it seemed to be the Irminsu I had heard about before. I heard that the Bedouins worship this as the number of the world.
Albrecht wondered what to do when he saw the Bedukind people of men and women of old age. Once again, a man named Reality provoked me.
The principle of not killing civilians, does it work for immigrants? The former Eastern continents had different religions and different ethnicities.
However, the conversation worked because they had been living together for almost as long as they had been trading with the North Continents. But what about these guys? How the hell am I supposed to take that thing around town?
Albrecht noticed a boy. It looks just like the Northmen without fail.
“Your Majesty! Look here! ”
Then a knight shouts from afar. Albrecht drives to the sound.
A knight opens the storage door and is far away, covering his mouth with the back of his hand, frowning and looking inside.
The smell of dirt vibrates before Albrecht even gets near it. Even the knights who went through all sorts of battlefields became nauseous when they came close.
“Shit. Shit. ”
A knight barely reaches the warehouse and looks inside, and the gear spits. Then I spit on the floor of my elongation.
Albrecht steps off his horse and approaches the warehouse. Albrecht tries to reek of the stench, but he can hardly bear it and looks inside the warehouse.
Beasts. No, skinny humans are in there naked. They were all crouching in the corner, but their eyes looked so big that they were so thin. In the other corner, there was a pile of manure. What the fuck?
They stare straight at Albrecht. There was only endless despair in his eyes. The sunlight reflects on the golden armor, shining inside to save them. But they were still burdened.
The sky was still blue without a single cloud, and the weather in May was still cool and pleasant, but hell was spreading out before Albrecht's eyes. I was distracted by this disconnect.
“I am the King in the North! Cough! Fuck! I'm here to wipe out the Bedouins! If you're a native here, come outside! ”
But they still stare at Albrecht, and there seems to be no reason left.
“Didn't you hear the king? Come out quickly!”
As people were doing that for a long time, one of the knights shouted. Then a little bit of rational light was hidden in their eyes.
They stand up and walk out of the turbulence. Some crawled out of the ground.
I was tormented by the sunlight, as if it were a dying monster. Then I started to shed tears. No, I cried, actually, but no tears came out.
When the people come out, the knights outside look at them and are shocked.
Albrecht waits a moment for people to adjust to the light, then looks at them and asks again.
“Do you know them? What have they done to you? ”
The people from hell turn their heads to look at the Bedukind surrounded by knights. Are emotions gone, too? People saw the Bedouins, feared them, and hated them.
At that time, a naked woman pointed to one side with her trembling hands. It was one of the corpses sewn into a log.
“Me, husband. ”
Then he pointed back to another corpse sewn into the log.
“Son.”
Then again, you point to the Bedouins with your arms around you.
“Demons.”
Albrecht gazes quietly at the Bedouins. They were men and women of old age. Some of them were women holding newborns. The boy you saw earlier was looking at himself.
They would have invaded a well-lived village and killed most of them, without having to be a newborn or a boy or girl. What caused this tragedy? Survival is the only way to find out.
The cruel execution and display would be to warn intruders as a way of almost living in the wild, although it is barbaric and sinister. And that's how a rebel would be executed.
If you look at their culture and habits as documentary pros beyond TV, everyone seems to have a reason. But he was not an anthropologist.
Now, here, Albrecht was the deciding man. The operation was already initiated and ongoing.
The knights wait for Albrecht's men to fall with furious eyes.
Albrecht seems to have reached his limit of inclusion. I listened to the devil in my heart. Okay, now it's your turn.
“Lock them all up in storage and burn them to the ground. ”
As soon as Albrecht's name ran out, the knights forced the Bedouins into the warehouse with brute force.
The strongly trained knights kicked and punched without pity, almost getting beaten to death before entering the warehouse.
When you get close to the warehouse, the Bedouins try not to get into the stench, but the knights start stabbing people in the back and killing them. Screams and cries echo through the village.
After pushing them all into the warehouse with violence and ridicule, they lock themselves out. The Bedouins try to get some fresh air in a narrow window.
However, as the knights lighted up the straw pile and pushed it into the warehouse, the smoke quickly rose. The knights continue to light up the straw rack and push it from all sides into the warehouse. Soon after, the flames burned.
Albrecht climbs up to Schwarz and quietly looks at him, and suddenly, Philip remembers.
From Zigmunt to Philip. I felt an increasingly overlapping feeling with those I despised and hated.
I didn't come here to understand them anymore. Obviously, the motive for the behavior is different. I was just in no position to despise them and insult them.
“This is rally point two. Yurgen, leave 60 knights. Feed them first and transport them to the rear. ”
Albrecht says that and raises a torch.
Is it to end barbaria? Albrecht, who had no good feelings or bad feelings about religion, burned his own iridescence. Then he leads the knights back south.
Albrecht runs south through several more villages. Some villages were completely deserted, and in small churches, residents were originally burned to death.
Other villages, like the first villages they encountered, were slaughtered and inhabited by the Bedouins. Albrecht kills them all and burns them to the ground.
And as he returned on his way, there were still brutal executions and exhibitions everywhere.
When I first started, I packed a week's worth of dry food. It took three days for the road to the south to lead to the king.
There are now more than 200 knights under Albrecht. Several knights are dispatched north, and the knights at the rally point are told to tighten them in unison. Then, I ordered you to kill all the Bedouins you encountered.
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