Chapter 34 sample chapter 1

Lysenburg's walls were a joke—ten feet high and only a foot thick, the city's defenses were worse than the weakest of Damaki's palaces.Scouts don't even have to use their steel top ladders, most of them can scramble over the ledge and over the wall with a little run. "Such a cowardly, stupid nation deserves to be conquered," Hasik said.Jadir grunted, but didn't respond. The forward detachment of Jadir's elite troops ran long distances under the cover of night, and thousands of feet wearing straw sandals trampled across the snowy fields of fallow farmland outside the city.While the Greenlanders hid tremblingly behind their sigils, the Krasians had marched valiantly through the demon-infested night and approached the city.Not even the devil dared to provoke so many brave jihad soldiers.

They massed before the city, but the veiled warriors did not attack immediately.Humans never attack other humans at night.When the light of dawn began to shine across the sky, they lowered their veils so that the enemy could see their faces. The guards of the city gate groaned a few times when they were subdued by the scouts, and then the city gate was opened amidst a burst of creaking to welcome Jadir's troops into the city—six thousand Del Sharum shouted in unison and rushed into the city . Before the Sen people figured out what was going on, the Krasians rushed forward, kicked open the door, dragged the man out of bed, and threw him naked on the snow.

Lysenburg has endless fertile farmland, and its population far exceeds that of Krasia, but the Lysen people are not warriors, and they are as vulnerable to Jadir's brave and combative troops as weeds with a scythe.Those who tried to struggle were immediately beaten to pieces, and those who dared to resist were killed on the spot. Jadir watched sadly at what was happening before him.No one who is wounded or killed can claim honor in the great jihad Sharakka, yet it is a necessary evil.He would have to break the will of the northerners like a smith's hammer to flatten a spearhead, before he could forge them into weapons against the demons.

Women screaming another way of being crushed before Jadir's soldiers - another necessary evil - Sarakka is coming, and the next generation of warriors must be seeded by real men, not Those Caffet-like cowards. After tossing and tossing for a whole morning, Jadir's son Jia Yang came to him and half-kneeled on the snow to salute, the spearhead in his hand dripping with blood. "We have captured the inner city, father," Jia Yang reported. Jadir nodded triumphantly. "Taking the inner city is equivalent to owning tens of thousands of acres of fertile green space outside the city."

Jia Yang had a good record in his first expedition.Of course, if it is against demons, Jadir will lead the army himself, and he does not want the spear of Kaji to suck the blood of human beings.Jia Yang is still too young to wear the white veil that symbolizes the commander, but he is the eldest son of Jadir, and the blood of the liberator flows in his body.He has a sturdy body, and he must do what he says, and warriors or priests are respectful to him. "A lot of people have escaped." Ah Sang added after appearing behind his brother. "They'll tip off the towns along the road to the north, and those townspeople will swarm to escape, trying to escape the baptism of "Ifja."

Jadir looked at him.One year younger than his brother, Asang is shorter and thinner.He was clad in the white robe of Damar, with no armor and no weapon; but Jadir would not despise him.His second son is more ambitious than his eldest son, the city is deep and dangerous, and these two are more powerful than dozens of other younger brothers. "You've done well, sons. They escaped for a time, not forever," Jadir said. "Because they left food and clothing and fled into the snowy winter. The weak will die quickly, saving us from doing it ourselves. And under my rule, the strong will be arrested in time. Jia Yang, send someone to find a few houses Hold captives, don't let them freeze to death. Let the boys start 'Hannu Pash'. If we can take out the weak point in them, maybe some can surpass their father. The strong can be used as bait on the battlefield, and the weak will become slaves .Any woman of childbearing age can plant warriors."

Jia Yang slapped his chest with a fist and nodded in acceptance. "Ah Sang, order the other damas to begin to execute." Jadir said, and Ah Sang bowed. Jadir watched his son in white stride away.The priests will deliver Ephron's will to Chingen, and anyone unwilling to open their hearts to receive instruction will be forced to - a necessary evil. That afternoon, Jadir walked up and down the thick carpets of his temporary residence in Lexonborg—a place pitifully rudimentary compared to his Crassian palace, but which had been relived in the months since leaving Desert Spear. After eating and sleeping in the open air, he enjoyed this civilized and affluent life very much.

Jadir's right hand gripped the Spear of Khaji as if it were a cane—he didn't need a cane, of course, but the ancient weapon brought him power, so he was never far from it.With every step he took, the butt of the spear thumped hard on the carpet. "Abang is late." Jadir said. "Even if he was traveling with the women and children and the support team after dawn, he should have arrived by now." "I really don't understand why you put up with that crippled Caffey, father," Ah Sang said. "That guy in flowered clothes should be executed on the spot just for daring to look at you, but you enshrine him like a military advisor."

“Even Kaji himself would order Capet to do whatever was right for them,” Jadir said. "Abang knows these northern greenfielders better than anyone, and smart leaders must know how to use them well." "What do you need to know?" Jia Yang asked. "Greenlanders are cowards and weaklings, no better than Caffett. They don't even deserve to be our slaves or our bait." "Don't assume you know everything," Jadir said. "Unless you're Ephron. Ifja tells us to know our enemies, we knew next to nothing about the northerners. If I'm going to lead them in holy war I can't just kill them and rule them, We have to get to know them. If all the greenfield men are like Calfeet, who better than Calfeet to help me read their minds?"

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and Abang limped into the hall.As usual, the fat merchants were dressed in brightly colored silks and furs like women's clothing - as if deliberately dressed to annoy the unpretentious Dharma and Del Sharum. The guards despised him and pushed him as he passed by, but no one dared to block Abang's way.Regardless of what they might think in private, blocking Abang might irritate Jadir, and it was clear that no one would have the guts to provoke Jadir. The crippled Caffett put his weight on his crutches and came to Jadir's throne.Despite the cold weather, there were still many beads of sweat on his red and fat face.Jadir looked at him in disgust. He obviously brought important news, but he didn't report it immediately. He just stood there panting, trying to get his breathing back to normal.

"What's the matter?" Jadir couldn't hold back and asked. "You have to stop it!" Abang panted. "They're burning granaries!" "What?" Jadir was startled, jumped up, and clenched Abang's arm, causing Kafete to scream. "Where?" "North of the city." Abang said. "You can see the smoke from the door." Jadir rushed to the front steps and immediately saw thick black smoke in the distance.He turned to Jia Yang. "Go," he said, "put out the fire, and bring me all those who ordered the barn to be burned." Jia Yang nodded and ran to the street, followed by well-trained soldiers like birds in neat formation.Jadir turned to face Abang. "If you want to spend the winter here, you need those grains," Abang said. "Every seed, every crumb. I warned you." Ah Sang rushed forward, grabbed Abang's wrist, and twisted his entire arm behind him.Abang screamed. "Don't speak to Shatamakar in this tone!" Ah Sang roared. "Enough," Jadir said. As soon as Ah Sang let go, Abang knelt down immediately, laying his hands on the steps, knocking his head between his hands, and said. "My sincere apologies, Liberator." "I listened to your stupid advice not to attack in the cold winter in the north," Jadir said over Abang's whimpers, "but I won't for..." He kicked the snow off the steps . "This ice storm delays Ephron's will. If we need food, we can grab it from the nearby Ching En, they have a lot of food in stock." "Of course, Shatamakar." Abang said to the ground. "You've been taking too long, Caffett," Jadir said. "I want you to find your contacts among the captives." "It's fine if they haven't died yet," Abang said, "but there are hundreds of dead bodies lying on the streets." Jadir shrugged. "It's all your fault for coming too late. Go, interrogate your fellow merchants, and find out the magistrate of this city." "As long as I dare to issue orders, the damas will execute me immediately, even if you are my guarantee, the great Shadamakar." Abang said. This is true.According to the regulations of "Ifja", any Kaffit who dared to instigate higher-ranking people would be killed on the spot, and many people in Jadir's council were very jealous of Abang's status and cursed him to die early . "I sent Asan to go with you," Jadir said. "In this way, no matter how crazy the priest is, he will not dare to disobey your order." Ah Bang turned pale with fright when Ah Sang stepped forward, but he still nodded. "Follow Shatamakar's order."