No matter how much Wallis explained, no one believed what he said. After all, he was not a true war hero. Compared to a nobleman with a higher power like Marquis Brackbarn, he was just a small role.

The massacre of Neward City was an experiment. No survivors could be escaped there. In fact, it was the practical proof of the imperial propaganda agency's ability to create public opinion and the plan itself.

People piled up tall firewood piles around Wallis. The hatred-ridden townspeople lit torches. With indescribable excitement and revenge, they poured oil on the surface of the firewood pile, and finally threw the burning torches over.

Wallis roared in pain in the sea of ​​fire: "It's not me... I'm merciful. For the sake of the Holy Lord, don't treat me like this... It's really not me. I didn't kill anyone... No..."

The wailing cry was quickly drowned out by the spitting sounds from around.

"He is not a so-called hero at all, but a real villain!"

"I have to pay close attention to the children at home. There are many bastards like him. They all use the banner of "restoring the country", but in fact they kill people randomly. I don't believe their so-called record. Are giants so easy to kill? If it were that simple, we would not lose the Northern War, nor would we lose the City of London."

"I don't care what others think. I will never provide any food to the guerrillas anyway."

The barbecue turned into burnt meat, and as the internal organs boiled and matured in the high temperature, Wallis completely lost signs of life.

The Holy Lord has never appeared to save him, perhaps because he lied from the beginning.

...

At the end of December, Changlin led the Third Regiment of the Imperial Army and the Sixth Regiment Army to annihilate the last armed forces of Saxon and occupy Yorkshire, which was located in the southernmost part of the country. At this point, the war against Saxon ended.

The total number of the military governing and maintenance forces exceeded two million, one-quarter of which were stationed in various places, and were responsible for public security and stability maintenance with the re-established police (white) system.

The fifth and sixth legion, which completed the reorganization in the rear, entered York City to replace the third legion, which had been fighting for a long time, the main opponent of the war was the Holy See.

Zhengjiang took over the remnants of the Saxon Navy, including more than 300 old sailing warships of different models, as well as more than 400 cargo ships, transport ships and tugboats. The Port of Sester was completely converted into military use, and all Saxon civilians on the island moved to the inland according to the order. The locals were very resistant to this order. Some vested interests instigated civilians to launch demonstrations at the port of the stationed fleet. They were ordered to fire and repelled by Zhengjiang and killed hundreds of people on the spot.

Subsequently, a large-scale forced cleaning was carried out. All those who refused to obey the migration order were killed on the spot, their property was confiscated by the imperial government, and the families of the deceased were of varying age. All the young became slaves, and the elderly were taken to the north of the mainland with the team, specifically for fat fields.

Under Viscount Monio's persuasion, King Carlos XII of the Goreseau finally decided to send an envoy to contact the giants who occupied York City.

More than two hundred years ago, the Kingdom of Plantain began to covet the city of York. Unfortunately, the Saxons were powerful in military power and could not succeed. The giants destroyed Saxon, which itself was very telling. The most convincing basis for the power and the most convincing foundation was also forced to face reality.

The forest fire brought terrible disaster to the Prague Kingdom. Large-scale respiratory infectious diseases occurred in various northern counties, and various lung diseases caused by dust. Almost the entire kingdom was coughing, and doctors almost broke their legs in order to diagnose and treat patients, but they could not change the status of large-scale onset.

The problem of food shortage is becoming increasingly serious. The Rhine Kingdom rejected Carlos' request to buy food in large quantities. After all, Rhine is also a disaster-affected country, and the area of ​​forest fires and farmland burned out exceeded that of the gorge. According to the report of the returned messenger, King Henderson was also worried about the problem of food shortage, and the situation in Rhine is worse than expected.

Carlos sent an envoy to the Vikings. King Vife XI said he could provide help to the Kingdom of Prague, but he also said that because the two countries had a long journey and were not bordered, the Pragues could only come to transport grain by themselves. The Vikings were not responsible for safety on the way, and they had to trade cash and were not allowed to be owed to credit.

The Holy See's reaction was quick, and they sent the priests to the Kingdom of Plantain as soon as possible. At first, Carlos thought that the Holy See had sent him urgently needed medical personnel, but as the news came in the second and third days later, they found that these priests were levied in advance for next year's tithes.

According to the explanation of the archbishop of the region: this is a contribution to the great saint, and it must not be delayed. The reason for the early collection is that the Rhine and the Pragues encountered forest fires, which also caused a large-scale food failure... Personal suffering is a kind of tempering of the mind and nature, which helps the sublimation of the soul, and also helps the strong enterprising spirit for the future Barabala... Under no circumstances can we give up our piety to the Holy Lord, so the collection of tithes will never be delayed. His Majesty the Pope said that now he will collect in advance, and he will take the Cardinals and the Inquisition to hold an open prayer ceremony in Gabriel. The Holy Lord will hear the voices from the world and then bring the blessings to the future. The weather will be good and rewarding in the coming year.

I have to admit that the Archbishop speaks nicely and the Pope is also good at doing things. This series of operations makes people unable to find faults, and it is reasonable and well-founded. The priests smiled on their faces and a sacred aura on their heads, just like the young wife who waved and smiled in front of the window every day after her husband went out. He stretched out his caring hand to everyone and carefully advised Wen Yan: "You are full of energy... it's time to pay taxes."

Tianhao met with the special envoy sent by the Kingdom of Prague in York.

He was a middle-aged man with a medium figure and pale skin, with beautiful blue eyes and dark red hair. His name was Charlie, and he was the imperial attendant of Carlos XII, the king of Gorefoil, and a baron.

The interview was arranged in a temporary renovated palace. This was one of the most depressing things to Tianhao. The white people in the south were too short. Whether in London or York, all occupied areas had to be rebuilt houses that meet the normal magnitude of the imperial citizens. Judging from the current situation, the main types of these new buildings were mostly military camps.

It is said to be an open palace, but it is actually just a building complex including the Legion Command, a small rest area and a medical area. Twenty thousand white slaves were cheering up in the face of the harsh rules of whip and "slackers were executed on the spot" and completed all construction tasks within the prescribed time.

It was still the traditional one-knee bowing ceremony. Tianhao was more interested in the purpose of the messenger than etiquette. He looked down at Baron Charlie who was kneeling on the ground, and smiled gently, "Get up, I don't have much time, please explain your purpose."

This was surprising to Baron Charlie. He stood up and looked at the young giant emperor sitting on the throne, and asked in surprise: "You seem to be very busy?"

"Yes." Tianhao did not hide it. He spread his hands: "I conquered Saxon and I will deal with the Vikings and the Holy See. There are too many things and too many things, and all of them have consumed a lot of my energy."

"Viking? Vatican?" asked the Baron curiously: "Is this your main goal for the next stage?"

Tianhao nodded: "Especially the Holy See."

"Why isn't the Kingdom of God?" Baron Charlie was puzzled by this: "From a regional perspective, the Kingdom of God is south of the Fortress of God, and is very close to your empire. If it were me, I would definitely regard the Kingdom of God as the primary target of attack."

"The Kingdom of God is an ally of the Empire." Tianhao laughed, as if he was inadvertently revealing a huge secret: "I have no reason to deal with them, not to mention that King Hermann sent an envoy to discuss the issue of marriage with me several months ago."

"Marriage?" The baron's face changed suddenly. He never thought that the Kingdom of God and the Empire were allies. Although a lot of evidence showed that the Kingdom of God had ulterior motives, no one thought about the worst.

The issue of faith has always been the biggest obstacle to mutual communication between the Lord and the Porcelain Kingdom. However, due to the common interests of both sides, during the Northern War, the two countries finally abandoned their past grudges and temporarily cooperated. Locking Dragon Pass was defeated, and many people who fled back from the front line said that it was because the Lord's Kingdom stabbed the Kingdom coalition in the back. They cooperated with the northern giants to turn the direction and gave the Kingdom coalition a fatal blow... However, the word "marriage" from Tianhao shocked the Baron. He immediately realized that the situation was not as simple as before, and he felt more difficult to escape from control.

After thinking for a long time, Baron Charlie asked tentatively: "So, your Majesty, you will soon be conferred a woman from the Kingdom of God as a concubine?"

He was sly, using the word "woman" instead of "princess" or "royal member".

Tianhao still smiled, and this expression perfectly covered the keen insight that emerged from deep in his eyes: "What do you seem to think about this?"

Baron Charlie shrugged: "King Rahman does have two daughters, both of whom are very beautiful. I am very fortunate, you, your Majesty... they are so short that they may not even reach your waist."

Tianhao's smile still said: "I received news from Roaring City last week that King Rahman had sent a princess there. She was very tall, not as short as you said, at least reaching my chest."

This time it was the Baron's turn to laugh, and afterwards, he looked up with some concern: "I swear in the name of the Holy Lord that he is definitely not the daughter of King Rahman, nor is he a member of the royal family of any God's Kingdom... The biggest problem is height. The situation of the royal families of each country has never been a secret. After all, this involves marriage between the two parties at some point in the future, so we have never made any mistakes in this information."

Tianhao's smile gradually calmed down: "So, Rahman gave me a carefully selected civilian?"

"This should be the truth of the matter." Confidence was rising from Baron Charles' heart. The atmosphere of the previous conversation was very good. He thought he had helped the young giant emperor solve the potential problems and became a little excited: "Your Majesty, I come with friendship. Please believe that the sacred kingdom of Porcelain and the powerful Northern Empire are friends. King Carlos entrusted me to express my greetings to you and apologize to you for the issue of the Northern War."

Tianhao leaned his upper body towards the right side of the throne, his chin was stuck on the back of his right hand, and his eyes looked at the baron with a joke: "You are a very good messenger, able to speak wisely."

The sarcasm of this sentence was very obvious. Baron Charlie's face turned slightly red, and it was obvious that he was trying to control his emotions. It was obviously not the time to get angry, and there was no need to get angry for just one or two sentences. He gritted his teeth hard, and soon filled with more smiles on his face: "Your Majesty, King Carlos hopes to form an alliance with you, and friendship between the Kingdom of Porphyry and the Dragon Empire for generations."

Tianhao did not answer directly. He straightened up, put away his smile, and asked seriously: "Do you recognize Viscount Monio?"

Baron Charlie hesitated for a few seconds and nodded: "Know."

"Marquis Elken is in the POW camp in Roaring City. In addition to him, there are many nobles from the Porcelain Kingdom. You lost the Northern War and sent me millions of slaves." Tianhao stared at the Baron standing under the throne. The next words were not loud and the rhythm was slow, but there was a sense of fear that made the Baron creepy and cold bones.

"I didn't expect that His Majesty King Carlos would come to York in person to meet me... Haha, in terms of courage, you are indeed a qualified king."

Baron Charlie's face froze, and the corners of his eyes twitched suddenly. He reacted quickly and blinked blankly: "Your Majesty, what do you mean?"

Tianhao leaned forward and watched the other party perform with interest: "You are Carlos XII, not Baron Charlie."

"...Your Majesty, you have recognized the wrong person... No, I mean, you are thinking too much." The disguised baron was still struggling and refused to admit it.

"Although I have never seen you, I have seen your portrait." As he said that, Tianhao pinched his fingers casually. A servant quickly walked out of the inner court. He held a hard drive in his hand, and a paper roll tied with seals was placed inside. The young giant emperor slowly pulled the paper roll away in front of Baron Charlie, grabbed the upper and lower ends with both hands, and showed it to the Baron in reverse.

The moment his eyes came into contact with the paper roll, the Baron completely collapsed.

It was a portrait sketch, and the person in the painting was Carlos XII, the King of Plantain. Although the portrait was not as clear as the photo, it captured the main characteristics of the character's face.

At this point, Carlos no longer concealed it. Depression and anger surged on his face at the same time, and more so the latter: "It was Monio who betrayed me? I knew this guy was a traitor!"
Chapter completed!