They moved all the bags of grain onto the cart, and the domesticated poultry were all caught and stuffed into cages to be loaded onto the wagon.
Even some old farm tools and iron pots, as long as they were slightly useful, were plundered by these greedy soldiers.
After loading all the plunderable valuables onto the cart, Madre once again raised his giant axe high,
"Let's go! We're heading to the border town of Count Cold Blade!"
His voice was full of pride and excitement.
"We'll sell these slaves to those merchants and have a grand time with wine and women!"
"Hoo-ooo!"
The soldiers howled excitedly like wild beasts, as if they were truly the fiercest and roughest robbers.
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...
On the dirt road, the cart wheels creaked rhythmically.
The villagers, bound with ropes, were forced to follow behind the cart, stumbling as they walked.
They had been walking half the night, their ankles chafed and bleeding from the rough ropes, but no one dared to stop.
