The meeting is still going on, and the lonely and deep Winster army in King Ayishham’s mouth has not yet left the borders of the Kingdom of Vasconia that they forcibly broke into. Although they know that this will cause diplomatic disputes, but The commander of the 2nd Brigade, Butters Stozzi, still went his own way. He simply submitted a report to Nord City. He did not wait for a reply from above, and he took the first step.

Now that night is approaching, Butters is not going to let the soldiers set up camps, but go directly to the nearest village to station. Facing this group of heavily armed uninvited guests, the villagers of Vasconia showed strong hostility.

"I don't think this is a good thing, sir, as they have shown, the residents here are full of hostility towards us."

Looking at the civilians of the Vasconia Kingdom watching on both sides of the road, the adjutant of Butters Stozi swallowed and said hesitantly. In his line of sight, the gaze of every Vasconia civilian onlookers was full. He had every reason to believe that if it weren't for the guns in the hands of the soldiers around him, they would have rushed to tear them apart alive.

"So what, Carl, you will be scared by a group of weak civilians. When I go back, I must think about whether you are suitable to continue to be my adjutant."

"Sir, even so, I still want to say, if I can, don't stay here overnight. I don't want to be beheaded in my sleep."

"Don't worry, Carl, as long as they dare to do hostile things, our swords and guns will fall on them and kill everyone in this village. They are not fools and will not do stupid things." Butters comforted, and then rode his horse towards the middle-aged man with a hunting bow, who was surrounded by the crowd. Instead of dismounting, he leaned on the horse's back, looked down at the man condescendingly, and asked, "You should be this. The village chief is now."

"Yes, I am the village head of Spakron Village, the general. May I ask you and your army to visit this village, what are your intentions?" Looking at Butters, the village head replied neither humble nor arrogant. , He added: "The village of Spakron is under the protection of Earl Sim Campena, General, please do not act stupidly."

"Earl Sim Campina?" Butters repeated the name of the nobleman that the village chief had said, then looked at the soldiers behind him, and asked, "Mr.Sir, who of you has heard of this name?"

"No we haven't heard of it."

"I haven't heard of it, sir."

Hearing this, he turned his head to look at the village chief, shrugged, and pretended to say in shame: "Ah, the chief of the village, please forgive us for our ignorance. I have never heard of Earl Sim Campner’s words in your mouth. name."

"You!" As soon as he finished his words, a sturdy young man beside the village chief couldn't help but stand up, trying to reprimand the arrogant Butters, but was quickly stopped by the village chief's eyes and hands. He watched Looking at the poor acting General Winster, he said coldly: "This general, if you are here to humiliate Lord Earl, you are in the wrong place. Lord Earl is not here. He is in Lemia Castle to the south."

"Haha, I'm just making a joke." Seeing the village chief reacted like this, Butters made a haha, then changed the subject and said, "Your Excellency, our army is here to stay in the village for one night. , And buy some supplies, please rest assured, we will pay for it."

"Sorry, general, there is not enough space in the village to accommodate your army, and the villagers have no extra food to sell to you. Please find another place."

While speaking, there was no color in the village head's eyes, only the coldness that refused to be thousands of miles away, but Butters was not annoyed, this result was as early as he had expected. "Is that so, I know." He said in a flat tone. Just when the villagers thought he would take the army and leave on his own, his right hand suddenly pulled out the flintlock pistol inserted in his waist and pointed it in front of him. Village chief.

The village chief who was pointed at the gun only felt that his whole body was in extreme danger, and the clothes behind his back were instantly soaked in cold sweat. Before he had time to speak, Butters continued: "It's a pity, for me Butters, as long as I think nothing can stop me."

When the words fell, his fingers on the trigger slammed down, only to hear a clear gunshot, the fire suddenly burst out in front of the muzzle, and a blood hole the size of a soybean appeared on the village chief’s forehead, and a few drops of brain syrup. It even splashed on Butters' hands, and immediately afterwards, the village chief lost its support and collapsed, causing the surrounding villagers to scream.

"Kill them all."

Butters said coldly. As soon as he finished speaking, before Adjutant Carl could stop him, the soldiers who had been unable to restrain him rushed up and slaughtered the villagers who refused them with muskets and bayonets, and a massacre began.

Seeing the civilians being slaughtered frantically, Adjutant Carl finally reacted. He rushed to Buster's side and asked sternly: "Sir Butters, what are you doing? Our enemy is not these innocent villagers! What's more, they are civilians in neutral countries!"

"They showed hostility to us, so they should be killed." Butters said coldly. He threw the flintlock pistol to the guard behind him, let the latter reload, and then slowly turned his head, with the colorless eyes. Looking at Carl, he scolded: "Don't question me, Carl Yalma. It is a soldier's duty to obey orders. Remember the first sentence of the infantry code you recited during training!"

Carl did not give in, and he immediately replied arguably: "Sir Butters, the infantry code also says: Don't attack the enemy at will~lightnovelpub.net~Unless the opponent shows the intention to attack!"

"Damn, Karl Yalma, you are no longer fit to continue to be my adjutant. In the name of the commander of the 1st Army and 2nd Brigade, you have been removed!" Butters exclaimed, and then he pointed. Carl, who was still about to refute, said: "Take him down, remove his position, and throw him into the infantry company as an ordinary line infantry!"

"Yes." Several guards around replied, and then they stepped forward together and said: "Your Excellency, please cooperate. Considering your status as a nobleman, we don't want to be rough."

Seeing the guards who faintly surrounded him, Carl gritted his teeth, but still did not resist. He rolled over and dismounted, glaring at Butters, and said: "When the war is over, I will definitely report your actions to the military. ."

"Of course, this is your right, Lord Yamal." Butters said coldly, "Of course, if you can go back to Nord alive."

"Are you threatening me?" Carl glared at him and said.

"No, of course not." Butters denied, and then he did not intend to continue to pester his former adjutant, waved his hand and asked the guards to take Karl away.