"Just let them leave like that?"
Martin looked at the merchants with large and small bags, puzzled, and questioned Armand.
After all, keeping the guards of these merchants would at least add more than a hundred troops, and they are all elite sword and shield soldiers.
Armand stood on the wall, coldly watching the merchants walking below: "Since we can't keep them, it's better to drive them out than to let them be a hindrance inside the city."
If time wasn't so pressing, Armand would have wanted to eliminate them entirely.
For a small group of stubborn individuals, only violence and physical eradication can completely eliminate their crimes.
From Gulag to Joan of Arc Castle, Armand had understood this truth more than once.
These wealthy merchants and city councilors, dressed in silk and brocade, sitting daily on velvet cushions in City Hall, should have been the representatives of Xiaochi City.
