Even if these vanguard cavalry beheaded the rich merchants, Count Musaq would not say anything.
After all, the merchants had no objections; their silence meant consent.
The merchants and their guards gathered at the gate suddenly exploded in a frenzy, with some desperately fleeing into the city and others trying to escape outside.
"Get out, get out!"
"Don't block the passage, don't hinder the city gates!"
The veteran soldiers skillfully drew their armed swords, pointing angrily at the merchants' guards and servants attempting to climb over the barricades.
But the servants, accustomed to arrogance, ignored the veterans' warnings, just pushing the barricade's crossbar and surging into the city.
The veteran soldiers stepped forward, landing a punch on a guard climbing over the barricade, who fell to the ground with a howl.
As the scream began, a blade swiftly cut his throat, blood spraying everywhere.
