The tattered rebels had resolute expressions as they held their broken weapons, driving the high-ranking officials from the county city out of their homes one by one.
The usually arrogant noble sons were now trembling like quails, their faces usually condescending now filled with confusion and fear. Some ladies of high-born families were weeping bitterly, unsure of the misfortunes that awaited them.
However, contrary to their expectations, the rebels did not violate even a hair on their heads.
The soldiers, under the orders of the Squad Leader, gathered all the significant households together and searched for evidence. Those beyond redemption were sent straight to be hanged, and soon, there were mosaics dangling in the wind.
The food was distributed, and some people began to cook; the entire rebel force was surprisingly disciplined, nothing like one would expect from a rebel army formed by displaced civilians.
