Chapter 645 644. Men Can’t Resist the Temptation of Spectacle Either

To supply enough food, you would have to carefully plunder every household in the entire town just by searching, and you may not be able to get enough.

But noble castles don’t have so many worries. It’s enough to find the location of the warehouse. As for the quantity...

The castle warehouse stores more food than the entire town.

After all, Aundair doesn't have any claim to be a salt and iron monopoly. Food, salt and iron, such important livelihood resources, are controlled by the nobles themselves.

"Damn it, how did the country become like this!? How can the country be run well if the nobles control the food and hang out with these insects!"

Mo Cheng fully understood Queen Caroline's desire to centralize power. For him who had not yet returned the knowledge points in the history textbook to the teacher, he was very clear about the consequences of letting others control important supplies such as food.

That is tantamount to giving others the opportunity to rebel.

It's just that the Aundair royal family thought too late about centralizing power, so that their nobles already had the power to resist centralization.

"It's a pity that [Stewart's Alchemy Laboratory] is limited by materials and related operators. Otherwise, I would just assemble the tank regiment and drive into Fairhaven and use the guys from the Noble Alliance as track lubricants."

When there is only one city left in a country, this situation is generally called "living on the last breath". Even if Mo Cheng wants to create a tank force, there will be insufficient resources and manpower.

Along the way, they continued to drive with [Magic Walker] and [Swift Halo]. When they arrived at the nearest castle, they found that the barbarians were already one step ahead of them.

The barbarians are not fools, they know where to get the most food supplies and property, so when Mo Cheng arrived, what appeared in front of him was a barbarian army full of treasures and fully loaded.

The enemy, who was almost fully loaded, had his mobility and attack power reduced to a minimum, and the road he was on at this time was completely flat without any obstructions.

A perfect... living target.

Without hesitation or even the slightest pause, when he discovered the barbarian troops, Mo Cheng led the sub-dragon cavalry to charge without saying a word.

On the flat ground without obstacles, it is undoubtedly the best environment for cavalry to play its best. Seeing Mo Cheng leading the men and horses to charge back and forth several times, the barbarians who had experienced a difficult battle before lost all their fighting spirit.

After just a few back and forth charges, the barbarian troops began to flee in all directions, but even if they got into the woods with their heavy belongings, they would leave conspicuous traces.

"Old rules, kill them all, leave no one alive, chop off their heads and take them with you, I'll be useful."

Some people were sent to hunt down the fleeing barbarians, while the rest began to clean up the battlefield and collected all the food and property that the barbarians had plundered after breaking through the noble castles.

Mo Cheng had returned all the food and property to the town before, but this time he had no intention of doing that. Unlike the civilians, they didn't have much food robbed.

But the food collected now is enough to consume for several days.

Fight to feed war, as long as you win all the way, everything that is missing can be obtained from the enemy.

Hearing Mo Cheng's order to collect heads again, Cornell was a little confused, but he still directed the men to cut off the heads of the barbarians one by one.

But after finishing it, he finally couldn't restrain his curiosity and asked Mo Cheng: "Sir, are these heads collected for some kind of curse?"

Mo Cheng, who had changed his body shape and appearance, did not tell the Yalong Cavalry his name or position. If it had been anyone else, this kind of airborne commander whose origin the soldiers had no idea about, let alone make his subordinates obey orders, he spoke. It's good to have someone listening.

But the sub-dragon cavalry didn't seem to have this problem. They occasionally had doubts about the identity and origin of the airborne commander, but when Mo Cheng issued the order, everyone tried their best to complete it.

No one had any doubts about this, as if it was a matter of course.

"Curse? No, no, no, I don't know how to do that either."

Even in Aundair, which is known as the country of mages, cursing is a side subject, and many mages are not willing to spend energy to study this subject concurrently.

However, it is not that there are no magicians who major in curses, but there is a huge gap between the level of magicians who major in curses. For rational magicians, the subject of curses is really a gamble with little chance of winning.

It's like facing a card pool with no guarantee and throwing all the funds on hand into it.

Moreover, there are many curses that require the caster to express hatred and malice from the heart. Most of the skilled curse masters have signs of anti-sociality. At the same time, they have been addicted to negative emotions for a long time, which has a huge interference with the research of magic.

At the same time, [Curse] has strict conditions and restrictions. The more powerful the curse, the more restrictions it has. But once the curse is formed and the logic is formed into a closed loop...

That kind of thing really means that anyone who sees it has to run away.

Before Connell could continue to speculate on the idea of ​​collecting heads, Mo Cheng directly told him the answer, "I just want to create a spectacle."

"Spectacle?"

"Ah, that thing is called [Jingguan]. It's very useful for scaring some guys who don't have the courage."

Mo Cheng gestured with his hands, trying to explain to Connell what [Jingguan] is: "The enemy's heads must be complete, and the incomplete ones can only be used as scraps, not the main body of Jingguan. Pile those heads into a pyramid shape, The higher the pile, the better. Of course, another way is to pile the heads into a city wall. The taller the better."

"Another thing that must be noted is that the heads must be processed, otherwise the smell of decay and the emergence of germs will make you know that you are shooting yourself in the foot."

"Tell them with the most obvious consequences that if they are our enemies, their whole family, the whole clan, and even everyone in the country will become part of this spectacle. It will shock and intimidate the enemy, give the people confidence and protection, stability, The peace level will be greatly improved."

Using the calmest tone and speaking the most bloody and cruel words, Mo Cheng pointed to the heads and continued, "If nothing else happens, about one-third of the barbarian army this time will be used as raw materials for Jingguan."

The remaining two-thirds did not become raw materials for Jingguan not because of Mo Cheng's pity, but because according to his estimation, at least one-third of the barbarian army would flee in all directions, and the remaining one-third would be lost in No intact head is left in the war.

Cornell was frightened by Mo Cheng's unabashed words and plans that were full of blood. The sight of tens of thousands of heads piled together made people's hair stand on end just thinking about it.

But at the same time, Connell felt that this approach was very good in the deepest part of his heart, and he even looked forward to seeing that scene.

At this moment, the soldiers cleaning the battlefield reported something to Mo Cheng.

"Huh? There is also a priest of a love girl in the barbarian army?"

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