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Chapter 381 Chapter 379: The Great Purge (Subscription Request)

Bosnia Province, Sara town, South district.

This is the core area of Sara City, a typical wealthy area, surrounded by manors or mansion-like buildings, each one larger than the last and each more luxurious than the last.

The streets here are wide and clean, with transplanted trees on both sides, like straight guards.

The environment here is quiet and peaceful, and small vendors are not allowed to enter at all.

The Police Department has specially set up several checkpoints here, and the patrol police are arranged in dense shifts.

On the streets here, there are often only horse-drawn carriages moving forward, with professional coachmen carrying their owners quickly, and it is rare to see people walking.

Even though the city of Sara suffered a disaster not long ago, this place was the first to be repaired.

However, today, the influx of countless soldiers has broken the peace of the wealthy area.

These imperial soldiers all wore black uniforms and long boots.

The leaders were all strong knights, holding huge tower shields in front of them in a defensive posture.

Following behind were teams of fully armed magic gunners.

Each team is composed of ten people, with rifles distributed around the perimeter and a machine gunner in the center, carrying a Maxim magic heavy machine gun and wrapped in ammunition belts.

These people tend to be stronger physically, with eyes looking around like an eagle, and even a bit of excitement.

It seemed that they were extremely looking forward to some blind people jumping out so that they could have a chance to attack them.

However, their desire did not have to wait long. Under the guidance of the police, they quickly surrounded one of the most luxurious manors.

Then, without much ado, the first row of tower shield warriors launched a charge.

They breathed deeply, their chests rising and falling like bellows, and their muscles expanded rapidly, becoming several sizes larger.

They were seen holding high up their tower shields with barbs, stomping their legs on the ground, shaking the earth with every step, and crashing directly into the stone wall of the manor.

These elite second-tier tower shield warriors exerted their strength to the extreme, like charging bulls.

Perhaps there is no way to deal with the real city wall, but facing the stone wall of this manor, it is as fragile as tofu.

Boom boom boom!

The originally intact stone wall was torn into pieces, and a team of magic gunners rushed in amid the smoke and dust.

They didn't give the people in the manor any chance to speak. The sound of "bang bang bang" of gunfire was like dense firecrackers, occasionally mixed with the "da da da da da" roar of heavy machine guns.

Of course, there were more screams, cries, running, shouts and roars...

It cannot be said that there are no masters in the manor. A violent fighting spirit was seen rising, and the milky white light seemed to be turning into real flames.

There were also waves of fighting spirit raging, plowing furrows in the ground wherever they passed.

However, the Imperial Legion did not even send out extraordinary strong men, but the sound of gunfire suddenly became dense, especially the "da da" sound of heavy machine guns, which seemed to be continuous and endless.

In just a moment, a figure rushed into the sky, flapping its fighting spirit wings, and was about to escape.

But the next second, there was a 'bang' and he fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.

It cannot be said that there were no nobles in this manor. There was one person who respected his status, walked out, and loudly rebuked, trying to stop this one-sided killing.

But the imperial soldiers only obeyed the orders of their superiors, and they pulled the trigger without any hesitation.

Then, the next second, blood flowers burst out from the nobleman's chest.

He went in from the front and out from the back, blood splattered everywhere, and his chest had become a sieve.

When he fell, his eyes were wide open and there was still a look of disbelief on his face.

And a foot was placed on his chest, and a soldier slightly lowered his head and spat.

"Bullshit nobles, bah!"

Then, he held his gun again, eyes red, and rushed forward with the team.

In just ten minutes, the gunfire had ceased, and the entire estate had been slaughtered.

There were corpses lying everywhere. No matter they were servants, maids, or guards, they all died in a very ugly way.

The blood flowed freely, spreading along the gullies on the ground, forming shallow bloodstains, and finally gathered at the artificial fountain in the manor.

Then, the spring water turned into the color of blood!
The sculpture of a knight on horseback wielding a sword in the center of the fountain has also become tattered and covered with bullet holes.

Tread!

Tread!

One foot stepped on the blood-stained land. The pure black boots were polished to a shine, but he stepped on the blood without any scruples.

Then, it was the other foot, alternating like this, and the clear sound of the footsteps seemed to be heard by everyone.

The imperial soldiers, who had been a little unfocused after the battle, stood up. They tried to straighten their chests and bodies.

But the unruly heads were slightly lowered, showing their respect.

It was these feet that stepped through the manor gate, passed the fountain, entered the living room, and met the owner of the manor in the study.

He was a middle-aged man with an elegant face and gentle temperament, like a scholar.

He had been well-dressed and had carefully groomed hair and beard, but now everything was mixed up and he looked extremely dishevelled.

But he still held his head high and kept shouting, "Why? Why is this happening? How dare you?

Where is your commander? I want him to give me an explanation. "I am the governor of Sara City sent by the Empire, the governor of Bosnia Province. Which department are you from?"

It was at this time that the owner of the feet came closer, lowered his head slightly, and looked down at the consul.

"I heard that you are very unconvinced?" The visitor spoke at this time, his voice slightly hoarse:

"Why? Tell me why?"

"Because you betrayed the empire, you deserve to die, including your family. No one can escape."

"I don't, I'm not, my loyalty to the Empire is clear to the Seven Gods!"

"That's even more damnable!"

The visitor's tone became even colder: "The Empire sent you here to let you take control of this place.

But you were totally unaware of those assassins and gunmen, those weapons and cannons, and that complicated sacrificial ceremony?!"

“Your incompetence caused His Majesty to lose his beloved son and the empire to lose its most outstanding heir.

Do you think you should die?"

As soon as these words came out, the middle-aged man, the governor of Sara City, completely lost his spirit. He laughed miserably and said, "I am incompetent and I deserve to die!

But, but, if I die, who will help the empire dig out those nobles who have ulterior motives?
Who will help the Empire find the remnants of the Serb Resurgence Front? "

He seemed to have more confidence after saying this, and continued, "Take the southern district of Sara City for example. There are hundreds of nobles there. How do you tell them apart?"

"Distinguish? Why do we need to distinguish? Can't we just kill them directly?"

The visitor spoke the coldest words in the calmest tone.

He stood up straight, took out a magic pistol, and put it against the middle-aged man's forehead.

"Any last words you want to say?"

"At least let me know at whose hands I died?"

"You want to know who I am?"

The visitor had a strange expression on his face. He suddenly stretched out his hand, pointed at his face, and said, "Many people say that he and I are quite similar, even more similar than my eldest brother!

You really didn't see that at all?"

"Him? Big brother?"

Until this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to finally react: "You, you, you are the third prince?"

"Yes, I am the third son of Hohenzollern III and the second in line to the throne.

I was originally third, but my eldest brother died, so I became second.

You should have heard of my name, Saint Zechariah of Berry Hohenzollern."

"Remember, when you get to the River Styx, at least you'll know who killed you!"

The middle-aged man wanted to say something, but the man had already pulled the trigger.

boom!
The bullet penetrated his head and blood exploded from the back of his brain. The governor of a province fell down and died with his eyes open.

At this time, an adjutant stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, it seems that he hasn't said his last words yet?"

"Didn't you say that? It doesn't matter. I won't help him finish it anyway!"

The prince said this cynically, and then asked: "Have the battle statistics been released?"

"Three hundred and fifteen people, including the Archon's six-year-old son, have all been executed!"

"Then let's continue! These parasites of the empire all deserve to die..."

So, at one command, all the imperial soldiers moved.

They started from here and swept through every house one by one, leaving no one alive.

Some people also wanted to escape, but outside the South District, countless imperial soldiers were already stationed there, waiting for them.

When the crown prince died, the great emperor no longer had the heart to distinguish between loyalty and treachery, good and evil, right and wrong.

All the nobles here must die!
And this is the empire's method!

This is the Great Purge!

As if remembering something, the Third Prince suddenly asked again: "By the way, what about the Serb prince? Is he dead?"

"not yet!"

"Although I am very happy that my eldest brother has died, why is it so slow?"

"Your Highness, be careful what you say!"

"It's just you and me here, isn't it okay for us to talk about it? Will you spread it?"

The adjutant changed the subject abruptly: "The ones chasing that Gallino are the Imperial Hawkdog Squadron 3. You know their abilities.
However, that person seemed to have some special shielding method, and was also good at changing his appearance. Whenever I caught up with him, he would use various means to escape. "

“That’s really tenacious!

However, he still has to die, so tell him my order and ask the Empire to send some more powerful trackers!"

"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)