Some backwards peasants give you lip
You and your strong men visit Mentok village. There's lots of good things to take and hoard here. Always some round ass bitches and lots of food. You make the village women bake sixty pies when you roll into town. The crowd is hostile today. All because some little brat ran in front of your carriage and got his head busted open for his lack of attention. Big fucking deal, these people breed like rabbits. Hell, you kill them for sport to keep the population down.
But these two big ignorant farmer guys wearing colonial out fits with powered white wigs and screaming to you about liberty. "Kill those men", You tell your thugs with a airy gesture towards the tea party rebels. With wild yells all the men and many boys of the village charge with pitchforks and hurled rocks. Two of your men are knocked out from sling shot stones. They are throwing torches at your horses making them panic. You sound the order to retreat! The horses plunge through protesters, swords slashing, cross bows twanging. Four villages lay dead. Two royal guards men captured. Another guards men injured with a pitchfork puncture to the belly.
You and the men regroup a safe distance from the village. Those mother fuckers! You send the fastest horse and rider back to the city to gather up forces to burn this place to the ground and hunt down and kill everyone within eight miles of here.
