The skinless soles of the feet stepped on the ground, and the naked flesh was scratched by the stones, drawing blood.
This pain is nothing compared to having a whole piece of skin torn off.
The old man, who was in great pain, walked out of the alley tremblingly. The Sultan's axe-cutters spotted him and immediately backed away in fear.
This is a skinless human being with blood, muscles, fascia, blood vessels, eyeballs...all exposed.
It's as bloody and terrifying as a demon crawling out of hell.
"You...you..." The soldier had never seen such a terrifying person, and his mouth trembled: "Kill him! Kill him!"
Wa Qi snorted coldly, pinched the muscle of his thigh with his fingers, and pulled off a piece of muscle.
As the pain increased, something strange happened.
The soldier's head was pulled out of thin air, and blood spurted into the sky from his neck like a fountain. The body fell straight to the ground, spattering Waqi with blood.
The warm feeling made him breathe in relief.
The "cost" of practicing witchcraft is not just the magic weapon.
So can pain.
When the surrounding soldiers saw this scene, they were so frightened that they scattered and ran away.
"Why are you running?"
Because speaking will twitch the neck muscles, which is so painful that I want to die.
"Tell you sir..." He gritted his teeth and said, "Team 86 has defected."
.........
Walter looked at the warehouse that was on fire in front of him, his eyes narrowed.
"What are you still doing?"
He turned back to his subordinates and roared: "Fuck, put out the fire!!"
After half an hour of siege, Butan City was finally under his control.
Because of the sudden entry of the powerful Bavarian troops, the number of battle casualties of the Sudanese Fourth Expeditionary Force far exceeded the worst estimate before departure.
More than half of the 30,000-strong army was lost. If the disabled are included, less than 10,000 soldiers still maintain fighting strength.
Among them, the shield guards who were regarded as the Sultan's ace army were killed until only a few dozen were left outside the west city gate.
If this kind of battle damage cannot be compensated with millions of gold pounds, he, the commander of the legion, may lose his head when he returns.
Real gold is not afraid of fire.
What Walter is afraid of now is that the warehouse is full of cashier's checks from Clock Tower Bank. If they are burned, they will be gone.
The soldier came over with a bucket and first put out the open fire at the door.
Walter couldn't hold it any longer, kicked the door open, and broke into the smoke-filled warehouse, intending to take a look first.
Burnt oil paintings, cracked vases, collapsed sculptures, burning ancient books...
Only there is no gold.
Walter was stunned at the door, and then asked coldly to the high-ranking rebels who were tied aside:
"Where's the gold pound?"
These people dare not show off their arrogance.
Like the slave trader Emmanuel, they were sponsors of the rebels.
Tino had long since disappeared with his cronies.
"Fuck, can't you hear me?"
Walter suppressed his anger and asked word by word:
"Where's the gold and pounds?"
Seeing that no one answered, Walter drew out the guard's knife and slashed at the person closest to him.
The man was kneeling there, his lungs were cut so hard that they fell out of the gap. His throat moved feebly, and then he fell to the ground without any movement.
When everyone saw this scene, they were so scared that they collapsed.
"No gold pounds! No gold pounds..."
"The rebels have long since run out of money!!"
"The only things Tino snatched from the royal capital were the works of art inside. What can't be sold, can't be sold!"
"Don't kill me, don't kill me-"
Walter's expression froze.
There is no need to expect any fire protection measures in a small western mainland city like Butan City. To fetch water, they had to haul water from a few scattered deep wells in the city, or shovel the snow on the roof. The soldiers worked for nearly 20 minutes before finally extinguishing the fire in the central warehouse.
The financial reckoning was quickly over.
In other words, there is nothing to count at all.
Almost all the most valuable paintings were burned, sculptures and porcelain were also damaged by varying degrees of violence, and only some ancient books that were rescued were still intact.
And some scattered accessories.
The actuary made a rough estimate. If the sculptures with missing arms and legs were also sold, plus the possible gains from looting civilians, the entire rebel army's property might be about 3,000 gold pounds.
3000 gold pounds.
The deputy commander who entered the city smiled when he heard the news.
The cost of this army's two-month march was far more than 3,000 gold pounds.
After Walter interrogated the senior executives in despair, he killed them all.
Then he ordered the massacre of the city.
He sat blankly at the door of the warehouse, as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
The interrogation revealed that there was a narrow secret passage leading outside the city, and the elite rebels left the city through it last night.
Tino took several of his cronies, his wife and children and ran away through the secret passage.
There is no need to chase him, he is also a poor man.
The information obtained from the interrogation has already made Walter understand that this smart siege has been a total loss.
I'm afraid the one who should be interrogated next is myself.
Sudan does not have a dominant royal chief. This kind of loss is unacceptable for a country that is at war. Faced with this situation, its own royal chief may directly cut himself off.
Just when Walter was desperate.
Soldiers found him carrying a hunchbacked mummy wrapped in layers of bandages.
"Walter, what are you doing, not chasing people?"
Hearing the sound of thorns, the frustrated man raised his head.
He looked at the bloody mummy in surprise.
"...Master Wac? Why are you injured like this?"
This stopped Wazi.
"Oh, it turns out that just now, there were four young people who didn't know martial arts and came to cheat and attack me. My sixty-nine-year-old old wizard... It's not important. What are you doing here? Organize people to search for them immediately?"
"What's the use of searching..." Walter laughed miserably, "Even if we are caught, how many gold pounds can we get back? One hundred? One thousand?"
"I asked you to capture Team 86, why are you thinking about the gold pound?"
"Squad 86?" He was stunned for a long time before he understood who Wa Ci was referring to.
"What does it have to do with Team 86?"
In Walter's original plan, after attacking the city, he would find an opportunity to deal with all the troublesome guys, but it is no longer important now.
Wa Qi is going crazy.
After the two talked for a long time, he finally understood the current situation of the Sudanese army.
Taking a deep breath, I felt a headache.
"If you go find Team 86, you can make up for the loss of the royal chiefs this time."
Walter's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at the mummy old man in disbelief: "Really?!"
"Squad 86 is protecting the Duke of Bavaria in the city... The Grand Duke is richer than the ten Jengen royal families combined. After catching him, he can easily extort a ransom of millions of pounds."
Walter didn't care how the southern continental powers would react after arresting someone, and quickly shouted to the deputy commander——
"Basim, Basim! Bring someone to guard the city gate for me! Everyone mobilizes. Anyone who finds any member of Team 86 will be rewarded with a hundred gold pounds!"
The soldiers suddenly went crazy.
The deputy commander who hurried over was very puzzled when he saw this heated scene.
"Team 86? Didn't Team 86 escort Master Wasi out of the city? Didn't he say he was going to play something... Sarushin?"
Everyone at the scene suddenly fell silent.
I saw the mummy in the corner struggling to stand up from the stretcher and asking:
"He is Wa Ci, who am I?"
"huh?....I can't come?"
The deputy commander touched his head, with clear stupidity in his eyes.
