"Spare it... spare me! My money is all in the basement, and you can take it all away!"
Outside the burning manor, several mobs were dragging the captured master like a dead dog to the messy front yard, where the corpses of the guards and peasants who had fought for their master were mixed together.
Faced with the siege of a large mob, the defenders of the mansion persisted for a full hour, but were still defeated by the enemies one after another, and what followed was a massacre of the defeated ones.
This gentleman is engaged in trade with the Imperial Capital, so there are many precious flowers from the Imperial Capital in his front yard, but they are now trampled to death like weeds by farmers who once considered it sacrilegious to even set foot here.
"I'm sorry, sir, you have to die. We had to die so many brothers before we could attack your place. This is to save your soul that was deceived by the poor guy on the cross."
The Perun believers, whose faces and bodies were smeared with white ash, held up a dagger with a silver handle and disemboweled the once all-powerful business tycoon. The man screamed at the top of his lungs, and when the dagger pierced his heart
For a moment, the screams stopped.
"The soul of the blasphemer has been sacrificed to me, and Lord Perun is very satisfied."
The believer stood up fervently and waved the blood-covered dagger in his hand, as if to show his killing power to the god Perun in the sky.
The rioting farmers and citizens continued to worship this believer. In their view, this was an extremely sacred moment, a moment to offer sacrifices to Perun in heaven.
After the sacrifice is made, the property of the sacrifice is happily divided. Among them, the believers get the most. After all, they are the ones who started this craze and they control the development of the craze.
Nowadays, Kiev has become a lawless place. The sudden riots instantly destroyed the organizational strength of the Vicher army. The Vicher militiamen were smashed to pieces before they could even organize themselves. They could only go home and guard their homes.
Most of the powerful soldiers and bodyguards followed the Grand Duke in his conquests, and the total number in Kiev was only a few hundred, so they were unable to take to the streets to quell the chaos.
As for the Grand Duke's personal soldiers, there are only a few hundred who are left behind. Guarding the Vladimir Palace is the limit. Their commanders do not dare to risk problems in the Vladimir Palace by sending troops to suppress it. This is the strongest in Kiev.
Large armed groups are unable to mobilize.
Without law enforcers, crimes will naturally become unscrupulous. All kinds of ugly incidents continue to occur under the sky of Kiev. Looters are rampant and lawless, and those who stay in peace can only close their doors and hope that they will not come.
The nomadic riders of the Black Hat Army looted the wealthy citizens of Kiev in an orderly manner. Many of them had been to Kiev in peacetime. They knew who was poor and who was rich. They stole countless wealth and treasures.
, and also cooperated with the mob to attack those difficult-to-pry mansions and eat the extremely delicious tender meat inside.
Men were killed, women were raped, children were thrown into the fire, and Christians were dragged to death on the streets by war horses. Things that would not even happen in the wilderness in ordinary times were now happening in the civilized centers and cities of Russia.
Mother Kiev staged.
"Sir, it's very bad. The powerful people who know they are unable to resist either run to Vladimir Palace or St. Sophia Cathedral. The rest are mansions filled with guards. These mansions are very difficult to fight.
, we had to kill a lot of people every time we attacked. As for St. Sophia Cathedral and Vladimir Palace, we were completely powerless there. The useless peasants collapsed after being shot with a few arrows, and it was said that Vecher's militia was gathering.
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Not far from the burning mansion, several Perun believers were reporting to their leader, the old warlock, on the development of the situation in Kiev. The warlock was wearing a black robe and did not pay any attention to the flames in front of him. Beside him were
There were wolf-skin-clad warriors carrying two-handed axes, many of them covered in blood.
These wolf-skinned warriors played a huge role in conquering the mansions of powerful people. After taking the secret medicine of the old warlock, these warriors fell into an extremely fanatical state. They were not afraid of death, even if they were cut by swords or spears.
Penetration could not kill them immediately, but these people could still fight back fanatically. It was they who destroyed the confidence of the few guards, leaving them completely defeated and left to wait for slaughter.
Although the old warlock looks old, his thinking is completely gone. He is still frighteningly active and his body is full of muscles. He does not look like what an old man should look like at all.
Behind the warlock were strong men carrying the statue of Perun. These men were also smeared with white ash on their faces, and their eyes flashed with a fanatical light. When they looked at the old warlock, their fanaticism went to a higher level.
In their eyes, this warlock is omnipotent. There is nothing he cannot do. He is the spokesperson of the gods!
"Tell the herdsmen in the steppe to defeat the militia, and in return they can capture Kiev people as slaves."
"yes."
The old sorcerer lightly used the people of Kiev as payment in exchange for the help of those nomadic horsemen who were only interested in profit. However, in the eyes of Perun's followers, the people of Kiev basically fell in love with the hypocritical god of the cross, so it was reasonable for them to suffer.
It should be.
"Tell everyone, let us go to the Christian temple. The blasphemous Rurik palace and the mansions of the powerful can be released first, but the Christian temple must be destroyed."
Saying this, the old warlock looked at the steps and dome of Hagia Sophia, with a look of madness in his eyes.
"We must break through there! Use the heads of those monks to offer gifts to the gods! Let us offer great gifts to the gods! Long live!"
"Long live! Long live! Long live!"
The fanatical shouts of believers are endless, and the glory of Christ seems to be shocked and covered up by the power of paganism at this moment.
However, when everyone was in a frenzy, the warlock whispered to his followers to make an escape plan and be prepared for the need to escape.
Although the old warlock is a fanatical believer, he knows that it is reasonable to have a way out. Now his career seems to be flourishing and burning, but in fact it is in danger and may fall into the abyss at any time.
The old warlock was able to form such a large pagan group because he always thought about how to retreat when things were going well. It was precisely by adhering to this principle that he became someone that the Polotsk capital had to pay attention to.
That's why Prince Polotsk invited him to Kiev to stage this big show, but he wouldn't be a gunman for that one!
In fact, all of his goals have been achieved so far. He has not left yet, just to see if he can go to the next level. If he can destroy the Christian church, it will shake the whole of Russia!