No one dares not to execute it, because it will lose its official position and its title. △

No one dared to object, because those who dared to object had become corpses with different bodies and their heads were hung on trees outside the Norborough air transport terminal, and their bodies were thrown on the tidal flats on the coast of the accordion, allowing the tide to carry their blood to dye the sea red.

No one dared to fight because according to the proposal of the old Duchess, the protesters and their families were all beheaded, and many children from the school were even forced to visit.

This is a massacre and a show, showing to all the people who are loyal to the old duke of "Aladele", and to all the civilians of "Atia", so that they can know that "the world has changed."

It was not until now that someone suddenly realized that the reason why Edward's fleet blocked "Atia" was a lie that was true and seven points were false. Captain Tang was just a tool that happened to be the right one and was then used by Surbaggio to carry out the bloody cleaning he had planned for a long time.

What is "avenge the old duke" and "to safeguard national dignity", to put it bluntly, is just used to deceive people's hearts and to cover up their goals, just like the young duke's "stubborn" label.

The main target of Edward's fleet was not Captain Tang, but officials who refused to surrender to the young duke, and civilians who dared to say "no" to the Knar family.

Fleet is a symbol of absolute force. Cannons are notices from the power to the rebels. Heads are demonstrations from the strong to the weak.

Surbaggio thought so and did the same, regardless of other people's feelings--maybe in his eyes that it was not someone else, but a group of pigs and sheep raised in the circle.

Of course, for pigs and sheep, it is correct to describe him as "stubborn". But for the "person" in his eyes, this is not called "stubborn". It is "talented and generous".

The first human head outside the Norbor Air Freight Wharf was not only pale face, shriveled lips, but also a pair of black eyes with wide eyes. It was covered with uneven short hair, stained with some soil and blood, and stood upright as straight as his former backbone.

Meng Haoyu never thought that he would have such an end. He has read many historical books and knew that since ancient times, loyal ministers have not had a good ending, but knowing that it is one thing, and how to be a person and do things is another.

He regards the safety of "Atiya" civilians as more important than his own life, but is regarded as a dog by the awe-inspiring heir of the Duke, as an old dog that can be discarded at any time. This is dramatic, even more ironic and sad.

In fact, he had more hatred - hatred! Just like his angry eyes and his raised hair, he was full of hatred for Surbaggio and his old duchess, because Surbaggio not only cut off his head, but also implicated his nine tribes, including his granddaughter who was less than 3 weeks old.

In such an era and a society, how can he not hate such things? How can he not complain? How can he not be angry?

This is just the beginning, not the end...

The old Duchess is a person who is familiar with Chinese history. She has read many books, but this does not give her more positive and progressive values. She just simply likes reading, loves reading, reads for the sake of reading, does not seek much understanding, and never explores the profound meaning of the article and the emotional expression between the lines of the author.

When he was pressed by the military police and knelt on the coast of the organ, looking at the calm water surface to recall his old duke, the woman who had always shown deep love with the old duke, suddenly said something that made him truly realize what the "the most poisonous woman's heart" means.

She smiled and said to Surbaggio's assistant Urita Nashun: "I remember Meng Haoyu was a Chinese. It is said that the Chinese are very slave, but there are also many loyal people, such as a minister named Fang who was killed in the ten tribes because he refused to be loyal to the new emperor."

Urita Nashun is a person who is very good at observing words and is also Surbaggio's assistant, so he can't understand the words of the old Duchess. So Meng Haoyu was able to live a little longer, blow more salty and wet sea breeze, and curse more like "You are so good at raising me." He never said anything before, look at his juniors who were crying, and regret and pain for a while.

It was not until his close friends were taken to his side one by one, looking blankly at the sunset on the coast of the organ with the waves that he ushered in the last pain in his life.

The island that Congrive used to live in became a place where their old ministers were buried. The blood dyed the coast a red color, which was even more eye-catching than the halo of the sunset. Occasionally, seabirds flew past and saw countless headless corpses of different sizes on the coastline, as well as the shocking blood red color, rushed into the thick clouds like they were frightened and dared not show up.

The dark clouds seemed to surround the unjust souls that refused to dissipate over the island, so heavy that they were suffocating.

There is no thunder, no lightning, and no rain falls from the sky, washing away the thick and indelible bright red on the shore.

Only some fish attracted by the smell of blood jumped out of the water from time to time, looked at the corpses on the beach greedily, waiting for them to be swept into the sea by the tide and become food in their mouths.

Meng Haoyu is not alone. Opposite him is Madol's confused face, occasionally swaying in the wind, sprinkling drops of plasma on the ground.

The road to "Norburg" is very long, and the sign made of human heads is also very long. You can't see the end at first glance, like the Yellow Spring Road to the Blood Prison.

The road is very open, and there is no car passing by for a long time. It is so quiet that it makes people feel panicked, quiet that it makes people feel sad. Just like those heads that rise in the wind, there are men and women, old and young, some close their eyes, some open their eyes wide open, some open their mouths and breathe hard as if they want to retain the smell of this world, and some have expressionless faces like a faded white paper.

These people had different expressions, but they all had one thing in common, and they had advised Surbaggio, or when the old duke was in power, that would have detrimented the interests of the Knar family, even if it was just a little profit of sesame and green beans.

Hate is not just an emotion, it is more like a seed that will bear fruit when the right time is right.

This is just a warning and a demonstration from Surbaggio to the people of "Aladele".

He wanted to tell those beasts who became increasingly greedy under the rule of the old duke that in this era and in this country, only with guns can one have the right to speak, and only with guns can one be a "person". Only with guns can one do whatever one wants.

A guy without a gun is just a slave, a livestock--a higher-level livestock.

When they were afraid of such bloody terror and chose to compromise, the next step was to rectify the situation and bring back the social order and class relations that Congrif destroyed back to the formality, although the United Kingdom of Turanks was setting off a moderate wave of institutional reform under the intentional guidance of the old and immortal forces of Henrietta, it was ultimately because the old-fashioned forces felt that the general situation was hopeless and could only rely on this way of drinking poison to quench thirst, sacrificing the interests of some nobles to obtain support from the people to compete with the new forces led by Psychic Will.

How many years can those old guys live? The old-school forces will eventually be replaced by the new-school forces of Psychic Will. As for those folk waves and calls for institutional reform... Just wash the sky and the earth with blood like now, the humble livestock will honestly lower their heads and continue what they should do.

Is there any difference between civilians and livestock? Henrietta's men fell to the point of seeking support from the people, which is itself a manifestation of cowardice and failure. Only the strong deserve to fight, and as for the weak, they are used to enslave and exploit their labor value.

Surbajo was very disgusted with such things, and the same was true for Congrive, even if it was his father.

In his opinion, Congrief is becoming more and more confused as he gets older. He is gradually wandering away from the camp of Hymn Will and slowly moving towards Henrietta. This is not only a depravity, but also a kind of betrayal.

In Surbaggio's opinion, only the nobles were considered masters, and as for the civilians... what was different from the livestock they raised.

To obtain support from livestock? Wouldn't you put yourself in a community of livestock? This itself is an insult to the nobles, an insult to "people", which is not a class contradiction at all. It is a more acute conflict between people and livestock.

Therefore, he despised Henrietta, was resentful to Congrief, and was unkind to Meng Haoyu.

In a sense, he is not stubborn, such as shrewd political skills and decisiveness.

In another sense, he was very stubborn, such as the extreme ideas of noble supremacy.

Surbaggio did not directly participate in the purge of Meng Haoyu, Madol and others, but handed it over to his most capable assistant Urita Nashun. First, Urita Nashun was familiar with doing such things, and second, he could not leave because he had to sit in the Gulding Military Port to suppress the garrison naval fleet of "Aradele" and some senior leaders of the Amber Fleet who were loyal to the old duke, forcing them to abdicate or hand over power. This is also the most important reason why he did not go to Kandal Island to attend the funeral.

Golding Military Port is located in the void outside the eighth planet of the Aladele star system. There are 600 local naval warships and more than 1,100 warships of the Amber Fleet. Among them, 70% of the senior officers have sworn allegiance to him under various pressures or threats. Only the deputy commander of the garrison fleet, Cleiston Keess, and Amber Fleet Commander Steinbeck Shelley, and a few others have not completely surrendered. Surbajo's bloody cleaning at "Atia" was a warning to the civilians of "Atia", and is it an ultimatum to Cleiston, Steinbeck and others.

To transfer power or implicate nine tribes, or even ten tribes? They can only choose one of two.

Surbaggio believed it was an easy choice, because the blood of the headless corpses on the accordion coast had not dried up, and the red color had not yet faded.

How could they not understand the truth of the emperor and the ministers? There is only one way to die for the stubborn resistance. Kangriff was dead and no one could save them. From now on, Surbaggio would be the heaven of "Atia", "Aladele", and the heaven of the entire Duke.

He said there must be light to have light!

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Golding quietly hangs in the dark universe, as many as 300 warships wander in the nearby airspace like fish. The unmanned early warning facilities and space-based defense systems wove a huge net outside the military port, imprisoning the entire void.

Heresy-class fast assault boats, missionary-class frigates, True-Sight Eye-class reconnaissance ships, Punishment Knight-class destroyers, Sacred Knight-class light cruisers, Archbishop-class heavy cruisers... These battleships with very religious naming rules are like spiders crawling in giant webs, giving people a sense of religious solemnity and oppression.

The solemn and strict atmosphere not only occurs in the outer void of "Golding", but also highly vigilant inside it, especially the viewing platform of "Aradele" in front of Area A. Although it is too far from the central star, "Aradele" is more like a jade bead surrounded by light and fire than the silver plate.

Looking through the huge transparent glass window, it is not fierce at all and looks very small. It is very bright and round, making people feel relaxed and happy, and will give rise to some reverie and reminiscence.

The starry sky is always so quiet and so beautiful. It makes people feel comfortable, like returning to the embrace of their mother... isn't it?

But Cleiston Kees couldn't be happy, and Steinbel Shelley couldn't be happy either. The only one who could be happy in the entire hall was Surbaggio.

He sat in his back to "Aladele". His not-so-wide shoulders seemed to isolate all the light from the outside world. Only his face slightly deformed because of his smile may be destined to become the nightmare of some people in the room, and even the gorgeous and warm sunshine cannot be dispelled.

In sharp contrast to the beauty of the starry sky in the background, it is not only his face deformed by his smile, but also the projection equipment on the dining table shows the scene of the accordion coast.

Those blood, those headless corpses, those dazzling military uniforms... and the tide that washed away the coast again and again. It diluted the bright red on the ground, the smell of blood that permeated the island, the beauty of the starry sky in the background, and even the hopes of most generals present.

They had thought that the cleaning would come, that Surbaggio would smile at them one day, but never thought that the cleaning would be so tragic. They had never thought that his smile would be so cold, as if the gaze of an evil god.

There was a bunch of beautiful red roses on the table. It was very inconsistent and very inconsistent.

Next to it are neatly arranged dishes, the dishes are intact and there is no defect at all.

No one used a knife or fork, and even the wine in the glass was reduced. Only the goblet on Surbaggio's right hand was left with only a little dark red.

He did not raise his glass to honor each other. He just drank quietly... Looking at the heart-wrenching scenes, drinking quietly alone with elegant movements that were extremely inconsistent with the environment.

The waiter in a tuxedo filled the empty goblet, retreated, filled it again, retreated, and retreated, pure white gloves and transparent glasses. The dark wine bottle, and the slowly flowing rose red blended and collided, and the whole picture was like a repeated artistic film.

Cleiston and Steinbel's faces looked very bad. The originally dynamic wrinkles were like toilet paper that was ironed out, very pale and had a sense of sluggishness.

Steinbel moved his eyes from the light curtain in the center of the dining table to the bright dishes in front of him, feeling that the plate was not filled with dishes, but with their heads on their necks.

Cleiston stared at the red liquid flowing under the waiter's hands, watching them roll up waves and gently hit the inner wall of the wine glass. He felt that it was like blood, spurted out from the broken neck, and then entered Sulbaggio's mouth.

There was a thin layer of sweat on the faces of the senior military generals behind them, and they didn't know where to place their hands. They pressed the knife and fork, and touched the napkin in front of them. They were a little scared and even more regretful that they didn't stand on Surbaggio early in the morning, otherwise they wouldn't have to attend such a Hongmen Banquet and were forced to delegate power.

Sitting beside Steinbel was Scott Horner, deputy commander of the Amber Fleet. His back was slightly tilted back, his neck was resting on the back of the seat, and a smile was sarcastic on his lips.

Although he knew that after Steinbel handed over power, Sulbaggio would not hand over the Amber fleet to him, the biggest possibility was to select a confidant general from the Edward Fleet to serve. This may be a bit regrettable, but finally he kept his official position. No matter how he looked at it, it would be better than Steinbel and Cleiston.

Steinbel once scolded him for being a fenceman... Now? Everything is safe and can continue to serve in the army, enjoy the power and glory given to him by the young duke, and what about the commander with a stance and principle? After today, I am afraid that he will never appear in the military again. Even social activities in the future will be excluded and difficult, just because he was ignorant of ruling at the beginning.

Surbaggio pulled up the napkin hanging on his chest, dipped it on the corner of his moist lips, slowly stretched out his right hand, and greeted everyone for dinner.

Still no one dared to move because he didn't move.

Surbaggio was very satisfied with the atmosphere on the scene, which gave him a sense of power and a sense of looking down on the mountains and seas. He felt that it was great that Congrive died. He had never been as free, happy and relaxed as he was now, as if every pore in his body was opened, and he was greedy to breathe the mellow fragrance of fine wine.

Power is really fascinating, there is nothing more precious in the world than it.

A staff officer who was directly responsible for him walked into the room from outside, stood attentively and saluted very seriously. After receiving approval, he walked to the main seat of the dining table and submitted a document.

After watching it, Surbaggio frowned slightly, and a little displeasure appeared on his face.

The report comes from Edward's fleet, which is about a series of situations involving the loss of contact between the transport team and an explosion in the "Rulzan" scientific research institute.

The footage taken by the "Ruerzan" low-altitude orbit space-based satellite shows that all the people in the transportation team have been killed, and the explosion occurred in the scientific research facility area where the members of the "Brothers" are located.

Since such a large-scale explosion occurred, the most likely result was that both sides suffered losses. Whether it was the "Brotherhood" or the people he sent, they had turned into dust from the big explosion, which made him a little unhappy.

Of course, it was just a little unhappy. After all, compared to fully controlling the Duke's rank, those are trivial matters.

He handed the document back to the staff officer, waved his hand and left, trying hard to squeeze out a smile, and said, "Is it that the food today's food not the appetite of several generals?"

After saying this, without waiting for the reaction of the crowd, he turned his head and rushed to the waiter behind him and said, "Go and call the chef." (To be continued, please search for astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!

ps:  Sorry, I’m sorry, in the last chapter, I missed Azraelrain, Couch Xiansen, and the book friend Yang Wang in the group.
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