Arestia Empire'S World Domination
Chapter 8: Forced

...—Capital of Latva, Kingdom Forbrenne—...

...—22 July 1238—...

Nine days had passed since Rutz left Rodez City, one of the border towns of Forbrenne Kingdom with Arestia Empire.

Under the scorching sun, about 8,000 commoners who were members of the Rodez City liberating force under Rutz's command moved closer to the walls of the Latva Capital, the capital of the city, who are now in their field of view.

After scorching the knight's barracks, Rutz took most of the reserve food supplies for his army that would move towards the capital and leave a small portion of the food supply to be distributed to the other residents of Rodez City.

Contrary to his expectations, the wheat barn of Rodez City was burned by the angry mob just for the reason that the building also included a government building.

As an influential and learned man, Rutz truly lamented the act, not expecting even his aides to be so ignorant, causing most of the food reserves he left behind to burn.

Of course, Rutz was not aware of the chaos that was now engulfing the city where he came from. Just a few days ago, the residents sensed the merchants who were no longer arriving in their city, this caused many of the inhabitants to panic and plunder the food supplies stored by the slaves and even by their neighbors.

Being right in front of the sight, the tens of thousands of commoners who joined the liberating forces of the major cities of the Forbrenne Kingdom had set up camp outside the walls of the capital.

Not only this, but stone catapults have also been prepared to stand firm, ready to shoot.

However, the liberating forces did not immediately fire the catapult. They were aware of their position as "liberators" although a small number of the army leaders insisted on firing the catapult because they considered the capital's inhabitants loyal to the Royal Family.

"Boss, do you want to see the other representatives soon?" Rutz's closest aide, a bald burly man with a large incision over his face turned his attention to Rutz riding behind him.

"Yes, tell the troops to rest in an empty place" replied Rutz.

"okay." Witnessing his closest aide had left, Rutz and some of his companions set out for a tent in the middle of the camp where the leaders of the liberating army were.

Tracing the camp of the liberators, Rutz saw some drunkards sleeping on the grass even though the sun was now at its peak. Some people who ate voraciously were also seen on the roadside, making Rutz's forehead wrinkle.

Before long, a large red tent decorated with gold slowly appeared. Impressed with great luxury, Rutz understood that the tent was a tent that was usually used by nobles during war, making both corners of his lips lifted.

Two guards in shabby clothes restrained Rutz as he was clearly going towards the tent they were guarding by crossing each of their spears, "Who are you?!"

"Rutz, the leader of Rodez City in the east." Rutz's words were greeted by the curtain of the unraveling tent, the impact of a large, curly-haired person coming out of the tent.

"Rutz, give me all your army's food supplies!" The expression of the man who welcomed Rutz was intimidating, the tone he emitted as if it could mentally tear apart someone who spoke to him, in harmony with his posture which was almost 2 meters high.

"What do you want, Treor?" Rutz was not the slightest bit intimidated, only frowning.

Moreover, the rebel group that Rutz attended that night did not discuss the leader of the movement, making him not necessarily submissive to the other party.

"Huh?! You still ask?! Don't you know the food supply of every region is thinning?!" Treor pulled Rutz's collar by lifting him up, his face red with annoyance, "The people who live at the border like you understand our situation!"

Unlike the Rodez City which was on the border, the areas in the interior of the Forbrenne Region had greatly felt the impact of the feud of the four princes over the past year, poverty has increased due to the surge in prices of goods caused by political instability, causing many families to sell their children as slaves and many of them to die of hunger.

The residents of Forbrenne welcomed the plot of the rebellion. Although they rely only on foreigners they do not know, although their preparations for half a year can be said to be half-baked, the residents and rebels hope that they can stop the situation that pinches them.

However, no one had ever expected, the Arestia Empire would impose an embargo on the Kingdom of Forbrenne, causing the supply of staple goods to grow scarce to suffocate the necks of the commoners, although they did not respond to this because of their very small strength, besides those who were ignorant commoners.

"No." Rutz stared intently at Treor, "I will never give you my food."

"Huh?! Don't piss me off, God damn it!" Treor's fist was about to smash into Rutz's face, which immediately came to a halt with only a suggestion from Rutz.

"Better, immediately destroy the walls of the capital." Rutz stared firmly at Treor.

"Well?!" treor.

"If you only want food, my army's supplies won't be enough to feed all of you. The only option left is to plunder the capital" Rutz said.

"You... Do you understand what you're saying, you idiot?" Hearing Rutz's reply, Treor was momentarily stunned, not expecting that the man before him would make a similar proposal to the other rebel leaders and slowly lower Rutz's raised collar.

"Even in my town, Rodez's barn has only a few supplies for a week. I don't even understand why my group very rarely met with traders Natrehn or Mana" Rutz said.

"Damn it!" Treor turned around, re-entering the tent in annoyance, not expecting the border people to have similar circumstances to him.

Treor—which had a similar decision with the rebel leader group that opposed to attacking the capital earlier—kini has understood. They are at the end of the horn.

Not having food supplies as support for the troops was daunting, leading Treor to agree to a proposal he absolutely did not want to make, sacrificing the inhabitants of the capital and plundering the remaining food supplies inside the grain barns of the Latva Capital.

Rutz, who followed Treor's steps into the tent, could only sigh heavily, expelling the heavy feeling he had decided a moment ago.

I hope, the slaves and residents of the capital can escape.

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