Chapter 1301

"Go! Kill all these rebels!"

"For the great king of offshore!"

"For the establishment of the pirate kingdom!"

"For wealth!"

"For women!"

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With the roar of killing, thousands of heavily armed pirates rushed up, easily broke down the wooden wall only more than two meters high of the rural aristocrats, killed into the so-called "Castle" and began merciless killing.

Any man who holds a weapon or does not kneel down to surrender will be killed at the first time.

Those who knelt down and surrendered were skillfully trapped in a string by the pirates with ropes and gathered in an open place waiting to be sold to the slave traders.

The fate of women is even more miserable. In addition to the noble girls who keep their virginity and can sell at high prices, the rest will be devastated and ravaged in the next day or two. They will not be sold to slave merchants again until these vigorous beasts vent their satisfaction.

No forgiveness!

No mercy!

There is no so-called sympathy!

Since landing, the pirates under the king of offshore have almost burned, killed and looted all the way, neither accepting surrender and loyalty, nor sparing any valuable town.

His way of establishing the ruling structure is very simple and rough, that is, first kill all the original rulers, destroy their local foundation, and then canonize their cronies to manage a certain area on their behalf.

to be straitened for money?

No problem!

On the land under their nominal rule, pirate captains can wantonly attack and plunder towns and villages, kill all the original owners of the land, demote all ordinary residents as slaves, or force them to cultivate the land day and night, or directly package and sell it all to slave merchants in exchange for the initial bloody capital accumulation.

With this three foot scraping and almost brutal suppression, the guys who dare to resist in the whole ataros region are basically dying.

Of course, the price is that the population has been rapidly reduced by more than half, and most of the remaining half have been demoted as serfs and become the private property of the "new lords".

However, a small group of lucky people successfully won the favor of the king of offshore through flattery. Instead of losing their personal freedom, they changed and became the power holder second only to pirate captains in this land.

They are no one else, just the smugglers who provided goods, information and intelligence for the pirates.

As a successful smuggler, hasata is one of them.

At first, he only relied on a small sampan to secretly transport a small amount of weapons and armor to the pirate port and sell them to pirates in need at a high price.

Later, with the stimulation of amazing profits, the business became bigger and bigger. Finally, there were even 12 ships, large and small, while doing normal sea trade business and expanding the scale of smuggling.

Finally, he successfully seized the opportunity to become the new owner of this Wooden Castle and the surrounding land.

In his middle age, he is a little fat. Now he is standing on the bloody balcony, looking down on the numb expression of the male prisoners in the small square, as well as the tears and screams of the women. He grinned and asked, "Dear Sir, did you think you would end up today when you refused me?"

"Bah! Kill if you want! I will never give in to such a humble smuggler and dirty pirate as you."

The back knelt on the ground, his hands trapped in a twist shape, and the old man in black armor spit hard.

From the stubborn expression on his face and unyielding eyes, it is easy to distinguish that he is the Lord of this land, a professional soldier who is completely out of work.

"Hey, old man! Who do you say is dirty? Maybe I should teach you what manners are." a pirate nearby suddenly took out his machete and walked forward with a grim smile.

Without any hesitation, he swung a sharp machete and cut off the other party's left ear directly.

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Scarlet blood flowed down the neck and quickly soaked the white shirt in the armor.

"Hum! Coward! Is that all your courage? Cut off the ears of a captive who has no ability to fight back? Why don't you try to cut off my head?" the old man called Jazz not only didn't show a look of fear, but raised his head and mocked loudly.

"Shit! Do you think I dare not? I'll cut off your head now!" the pirate was obviously annoyed, swung a machete and slashed his neck.

But as soon as the knife was raised, hasata said, "wait! Don't kill him! He's deliberately motivating you to die early to get relief."

"Damn it! I was almost fooled by this old guy!" the pirate woke up and immediately stopped the machete that was about to cut his neck.

But he was obviously unwilling to let the other party go, raised his boots covered with mud and plasma, put his feet on the Lord's face, and tried to vent his inner tyranny in this way.

After a while, the old man's face was covered with blood, and his left cheek was swollen and looked very embarrassed.

"Stop fighting! If you fight again, you'll kill him! In fact, I have a way to destroy his ridiculous self-esteem and make him willing to lie on the ground like a dog to clear away the few remaining obstacles for us." hassata's mouth tilted slightly and showed a cruel smile.

"Oh? What way!" asked the pirate, wiping a spatter of blood on his face.

"It's very simple! First of all, his dignity comes from being a male and a Lord. Therefore, we must first destroy his male pride, that is, castrate him. Second, take him to the dungeon and force him to watch his daughter being tortured day and night until there are only half blood bastards left. At that time, I'll see if he can be like this So hard. "

When saying these words, the smugglers made no secret of their hatred and malice.

As a saying goes, the more repressed you are, the more crazy you are when you vent, even to the extent of metamorphosis.

"No!!!!!! you bastard! Kill you! I'll kill you!"

When he heard that he was going to be castrated, he had to watch his own daughter being * * by a group of dirty pirates day and night, leaving the bastards who defiled the family blood and glory. The old man's eyes were immediately covered with blood, just like an evil ghost climbing out of hell. Even if someone dragged him behind, he still struggled forward, and his head banged on the ground, Seems to want to kill yourself alive.

"Kill me? You didn't do it 20 years ago, and you can't do it today. On the contrary, I have a debt that you need to repay..."