Chapter 1044 Riots in Caira

Chapter 1044 Riots in Caira

Remus breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the crowd disperse on their own, almost ecstatic that the whole incident was resolved without requiring the spillage of blood.

If the crowd had really attacked, although he was fully confident in being able to fend them off, Remus could not guarantee all his own men would come unscathed.

Not to mention what kind of horrendous casualties that would cause among the civilians and the subsequent political backlash from it all.

Remus might not be very well versed in such tedious intricacies, but anyone with half a brain could see the consequences of a foreign army slaughtering the natives of a city in their very land.

Such a thing could never be good.

Hence, Remus let out a swallowed sigh seeing the crowd slowly but surely retreat, as the legionaries kept banging their sword on their shields to encourage the act.

And once they were finally out of his sight, Remus could at last unclench his fist, and then in a slightly irritated voice muttered to himself, 'I will need to tell Alexander about this, and ask how to handle the next time this happens.'

Yes. The clever general was observant enough to notice the writing on the wall.

The mob might have retreated today, but it was only because they did not dare face the armed legionaries.

However, that anger still remained.

They were going to be back for revenge.us was sure of it.

Not 'maybe' they were going to be back.

No.

Remus could see it in their eyes.

They had been simply scared off, and be it tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, or even a week from now, they will come back, and at that time, they will come prepared.

And Remus knew he had to be ready for that.

'I gotta burn those ships,' Hence the commander was more than ever determined to torch the ships,t.

And with that in mind, the ever decisive Remus wasted no time, leaving his deputy in charge even though the crowd had just dispersed and there remained a risk of them coming back, as he beelined straight for the mansion, dead intent on making Alexander acquiesce to his demands.

While this was going on, you could be asking, what was the mob doing?

Because they certainly were not obediently returning home if that's what you were thinking.

No.

Because although the crowd 'dispersed' from in front of the legionaries, their white hot anger was still there and since these people had taken to the streets, they needed to vent.

Thus after finding Alexander too tough a nut to cut, they instead broke off into small groups and began to recklessly set fire to various shops and houses as a way for their outlet.

And many even started to shout,

"This! This shop! It sells all those things from Zanzan! I remember seeing it."

"That's right! I remember buying wine from them! *Spit*, I can't believe I paid my hard earned gold on that!."

"Yes! And I remember the shopkeeper even complaining about it. Saying he knows that lord. Find him! He lives on the top floor of the building!"

Ah, how the narrative changes.

Now that they found they were allowed to possess these things, suddenly Alexander's goods were no longer the work of the devil.

In fact, they were so desirable that during all this mayhem, several fights even broke out among the crowd themselves, as various factions began to fight over what they perceived to be their loot.

Many even killed in their state of blind bloodthirst, just to get that beautiful glass piece, or that fine metal cooking pan.

Alexander's products were that popular.

Thus, as the mob began to spread their malfeasance, the result was that a significant part of the city was soon put under the rule of fire and raging inferno, as long licks of flame began to jump from one house to another, from one street to another, until huge plumbs of smoke started to rise out of different part of the city, making them visible even from the surrounding villages.

And after seeing for a while, Lord Parker could finally no longer stand by.

If he did not stop this madness soon, just like Alexander had predicted, the city was going to turn into a maelstrom and they were all going to be burned to death.

Hence turning to his general, he dictated in a very hardened voice,

"Achillas! Send in the man. Bring order to the city. No matter the cost!"

He originally did not want to do this because getting a mob under contral was a difficult task.

Especially if you were trying to do it without causing casualties.

Something he knew his men could never do.

They were soldiers, warriors, people who killed for a living.

They did not manage or herd sheep.

Thus by releasing them, he was basically letting loose a bunch of wolves into a pack of panicking sheep.

But given the unforeseen development, even though he lampooned in his heart, Lord Parker had little other choice.

The city and the hundred thousand innocent people in there needed to be saved.

And so the subsequent result was something he himself had already expected.

The blood that Remus had managed to so luckily avoid, by a twist of fate, Lord Parker ended up staining himself with.

The lightly armored spear units entered the various streets quickly and then instead of trying to disperse the crowd, they began to treat them as enemy combatants.

So they reacted as they would in a battle, throwing their javelins and then charging with their spear in a locked shield formation.

This was what they had been taught after all.

Which credit to them did work....

Upon seeing the terrifying soldiers clad in all black, the gathered crowd stopped all their misdeeds and began to run.

However, the casualties were staggering.

And it left a bloody stain on Lord Parker's name in the people's hearts.

Many were not even sure who was worse, him or Alexander.