The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

The moon in the sky is pure white, under the bright moonlight.

In those transport ships carrying a large number of marines, the Yan soldiers took them all to the deck, made them lie prone on the railings, and then the executioners drew their swords and chopped them down in unison at the command.

"Bang bang bang bang bang."

It was not just one sound, but a series of heads falling. They fell into the deep sea, splashing waves, and sank in a moment.

The Yan soldiers on the boat had no intention of looking at Haimian. They dragged up the corpse that had collapsed on the deck and threw the headless body into the sea. Then the Yan soldiers behind pushed in the next group of people and repeated the previous actions.

Beheading, dragging corpses, and throwing.

During each round of execution, the brown deck gradually became damp, and even splashed with blood when stepped on. The blood on the railing flowed down in lines, dyeing the side of the ship below red.

The moon is shining in the sky, it is still pure and white.

The moon in the sea was shattered and turned blood red and dirty.

The fishy smell of the sea became stronger and stronger, the scarlet tide was hitting the hull, splashing red blood foam, the fish underwater were slowly gathering, swimming happily underwater, the shrimps and crabs in the deepest part were also crawling out of their nests at this time, this was a rare feast for them.

On the Sun Goddess, Wilson lay on the deck like a corpse.

But he didn't die, he just lost control of his body in great fear, he collapsed to the ground, trembling occasionally.

Countless screams, wails, pleas for mercy, and scolding continuously reached his ears, torturing him almost to the point of driving him crazy. He was afraid that he would be the next one to be dragged onto the railing.

The previous shelling and fighting were certainly dangerous, but compared to that time, this bloody massacre was truly terrifying. It was like being in hell.

It's not that he hasn't seen such massacres before. He had seen it many times when the indigenous people were massacred on the continent of Feni.

But tonight is different from that time. Tonight, we are the ones being slaughtered.

Only this time did he truly feel that death was approaching. It was also at this moment that infinite regret welled up in his heart. If he could do it again, he would never set foot on this ocean-going warship.

On the side was Clemento, who was kneeling on the ground.

He knelt on the ground in a daze, staring at the deck with his red eyes and his teeth chattering.

The words of defense had already been made at the beginning of the execution, but to no avail. The king of Yan State was not as gentle as he looked. On the contrary, he was extremely cruel, vicious, and violent. He had neither the slightest mercy nor the slightest awe in his heart.

The victory of a battle made him so arrogant that he dared to kill so many people without considering the consequences.

In the intense anger and grief, Clemento could no longer suppress his inner feelings. He suddenly raised his head and roared at Qin Ze who was sitting in front of him:

"You executioner!!!"

"How dare you.....how dare you massacre my people like this!"

Qin Ze, who was sitting in the chair, had a calm expression, not angry at all. He crossed his arms and looked at Clemento, whose face was distorted.

"If we lose this battle, you will do the same thing on our land in the future."

Clemento ignored him and continued to howl:

"No! You are a devil! You are the real devil!"

"Heh." Qin Ze chuckled.

"What bullshit are you talking about!" Dian Wei shouted angrily, stepped forward and kicked Clemento to the ground, then turned to Qin Ze and said:

"My lord, just kill this guy too!"

Qin Ze shook his head.

"The promised meeting gift should be sent to that woman."

Clemento, who was kicked to the ground, couldn't catch his breath for a long time. He was vomiting violently. It was certainly not because Dian Wei's kick was too strong, but because of the strong smell of blood on the sea. That was the blood of the soldiers he brought with him.

Since setting sail from the country, there have been more than 500 warships and a force of more than 100,000 people, many of whom are elite naval and army troops. But after tonight, only less than 1,000 or 2,000 people will be left. What a price to pay.

Since the launch of the "New World Project", the casualties this time are even greater than those in the "Hokkemuzi Incident". This is already the country's largest naval casualties in the past decade.

And looking at the total number of people sent by all countries, the death toll is unimaginable.

'New World'? How can this Yan Country be called a new world?

This is simply where the devil lives!

Clemento felt a deep fear while vomiting and trembling. He suddenly felt that this voyage seemed to open a passage to hell.

And this moment.

The sound of footsteps gradually came. Clement turned his head in pain and saw Qin Ze's indifferent face.

"All right."

"I've been killing you for so long, it's time to say goodbye to you."

Clemento's whole body trembled and his pupils suddenly contracted.

Qin Ze raised the corner of his mouth slightly, looked down at him and said:

"Don't be nervous. I won't kill you if I say so."

"If you want to kill me, you can kill me anytime."

He continued:

"We have freed up thirty ships and left the crew behind. I hope you can return to Leon Continent safely."

"When you meet your queen, tell her something for me." Qin Ze squatted down with a faint smile on his face.

"tell her."

"I look forward to meeting her."

"I believe it won't be long."

Under Clemento's horrified gaze, Qin Ze stood up and continued:

"Don't ever forget it."

"It's important."

Without saying anything more, Qin Ze turned and left, returning to the Yanhuang accompanied by his guards.

As for Clemento, he was grabbed by the Yan soldiers and taken to other ships, which were the execution ships.

Without exception, all the weapons of the thirty ships were unloaded, leaving only the basic crew members. When the Yan soldiers retreated from the ships, they were the only ones left on the ships, along with the dirty blood left behind.

Then, in the night.

Thirty ships with crimson hulls and a strong smell of blood hurriedly returned, and Clemento, who was on the ship, collapsed to the ground, his eyes were lifeless, and he was muttering to himself:

"The executioner...the devil..."

He understood deeply that this battle was not over, and tonight was just the beginning.