Iron Powder and Spellcaster

Sanel Karoi's face was blue and his teeth were chattering.

He could not answer Skull's question. Even if he could find some excuses, his words would be drowned in the rebuke from all directions and would not make any waves.

What's more, from beginning to end, the former government army commander never had even the slightest thought of defending himself.

No one can judge me!

Saner roared like thunder, knocked down the fence, and threw himself ferociously at his classmates and enemies sitting high on the judge's bench, but was held tightly by the shackles and chains, unable to move.

Like a dying beast, overwhelming resentment and anger spurted out of Sanel's eyes, and he shouted hysterically: No one!

The military police responsible for maintaining the order of the trial quickly surrounded them from left to right, trying to suppress the out-of-control subjects.

However, even if two strong military policemen worked together, they could not successfully subdue him.

Colonel Gesa, who was sitting in the first row of the Baishan County sector, saw this and made a gesture calmly.

A one-eyed military police officer immediately entered the court hearing and rushed to Sanel Karoi's side.

No offense, Colonel. The one-eyed officer nodded and saluted, using his body to block the view of the seat, and hit Sanel's upper abdomen with a concealed jab quickly, accurately, and hard.

The former government army colonel instantly lost the ability to make a sound, and blood rushed to his head, making his face look sickly rosy. His upper body also instinctively curled up due to the severe pain.

Most of the free men failed to notice the one-eyed officer's movements. They only saw the Red Rose lackey who was still going crazy just now suddenly became quiet.

Even if a few free people were aware of it, they still chose to applaud the one-eyed officer for his clean blow.

After properly handling the emergency situation, the one-eyed officer helped Colonel Sarnell, who had restored his composure, back to the trial seat, and then led two military policemen to guard behind the trial seat at close range to prevent the person on trial from going crazy again.

Colonel Scull banged his gavel, causing silence to return to the Great Chamber.

Sanel Karoi. Colonel Scull asked coldly, Do you have any objection to the crime I stated about you?

Crime? Saner gasped hard, obviously still unable to recover from the heavy punch just now.

Even so, when he heard Skull Mecklen's words, he still laughed uncontrollably: The only crime I have committed is to lose the battle - that is my crime!

Clerk, record. Colonel Scull was as ruthless as stone: The person under trial has no objection to the content of the indictment.

Enough! Saner couldn't bear it anymore. He hit the fence again and roared: I lost the battle! I am the winner and the loser. I have nothing to say! You want my life? Give it to me. Sword, I'll do it myself! But—but don't fucking insult me ​​with this circus thing!

He stared hard at his contemporaries on the judge's bench, and begged through gritted teeth: Skull Mecklen, if you still have a little bit of classmate friendship in your heart, give me a break!

The one-eyed officer immediately led his men forward, but was turned away by Colonel Skull's gesture.

On the battlefield, I will not show mercy to you, just as you will not show mercy to me. Colonel Scull replied solemnly: But this is not a battlefield, this is a court. I have no right to let you live, and I have no right to Let you die.

There was a ripple of pity in the center of Colonel Skull's deep black pupils, but that was all: Sanel Karoi, I told you from the beginning that your fate will be determined by all the people present. People decide together.”

Fuck you! Skull! Fuck you! Saner was furious and threw himself at the judge's bench again, tearing the heavy chain almost into a stick in the air: Why don't you just kill me? Why? Humiliate me?!”

Colonel Skull knocked the gavel, and the one-eyed officer immediately understood and subdued Sanel again.

Determine my fate? Are they worthy of it? Saner's arms were twisted behind his back, still struggling desperately.

He angrily glared at the pretentious bystanders: You! You accomplices of the new land reclamation army! Slaves! Domestic animals! Are you worthy of judging me?! None of you have the right to judge me! No one!! No one! !!”

Saner's response was an indignant cry: Hang him!

Hang him!! More and more free people joined in: Hang him!!

Hang him!!! Almost all the free men in the big meeting hall shouted in unison: Hang him!!!

Colonel Scull stood up, picked up the gavel, and banged it against the base. He hit harder and harder every time, so that the last hit even made a sound of gold and iron.

Quiet! Skull Mecklen scolded with an angry look.

Just like the first ray of sunlight piercing the dawn, the Grand Council Hall fell silent in an instant.

Colonel Scull banged the gavel again and announced loudly: The court investigation has ended, and the person under trial has been taken away.

The one-eyed officer and the military police raised their hands in salute, and then escorted Sanel Karoi out of the main meeting hall.

The free people on the terrace seats looked at each other in bewilderment.

…

In the Tiefeng County seating area, Fat Man Nandor was also puzzled.

What's going on? Why did you take the person down? Nandor tried his best to lower his voice and asked the old Dussac beside him puzzledly: Is this the end? Aren't you going to pronounce the sentence?

Gilad frowned and shook his head, saying that he didn't understand what was going on.

Damn it. Nandor curled his lips and muttered in extreme disappointment: After a long time, this chief of Baishan County turned out to be a cock shit-he has a hard head. As expected, he is incomparable to Mr. Blood Wolf.

Girard glanced at the people sitting next to him in surprise, but finally endured it and did not ask What does Winters Montagne look like to you?

…

On the judge's bench, Colonel Skull Mecklen looked majestically around the whispering free people, banged the gavel again, and ordered in a stern voice: Bring the second group of subjects to trial!

…

What? There is a 'second group'? Nandor was shocked: Who else is there to be tried?

Gilad stared at the main entrance of the Grand Council Hall and squeezed out a sentence from between his pursed lips: I don't know - but it's definitely not a little shrimp.

…

While the new free men of the land were waiting eagerly, the second group of interrogators were escorted into the large meeting hall by the military police.

There were two people in total, one in front and one behind.

The man walking in front was tall, majestic, with sword-like eyebrows and tiger-like eyes, and was calm and powerful;

The man walking behind is thin and gaunt. Although he looks slightly younger than the former, he has no less white hair on his temples than the former.

Both of them are wearing school officer uniforms, but the appliqués and embroidery details on the hems are slightly different.

Only those who are familiar with the affairs of the Alliance army can tell from the subtle differences in military uniforms that one of the two is a colonel and the other is a major.

However, most of the free people in the new land did not have such insight, and they only saw two more school officials being brought into the big meeting hall.

In the King's Castle, the school officer may not be considered a big shot.

But in the newly cultivated provinces, school-level officers were well-known as Master, Qingtian and Ruler in every county.

However, the two school officials in front of me, no matter which county they were free men, felt extremely strange.

Those on trial. Colonel Skull's voice came from the judge's bench: State your identities.

The two school officials who were brought into the big meeting hall looked at each other. The tall, older school official took a half-step and replied politely: We do not recognize the legality of this trial, but we can Let me tell you our identity.

Commander of the Sixth Army, Army Colonel. The tall, older colonel raised his head and looked around at the free men: Naji Modaqi.

Hearing Commander of the Sixth Legion, any free man who understands the meaning of this position can't help but take a breath.

To this day, there is still a lot of information that has not been revealed.

The free people only knew that it was a great victory that destroyed the three legions of the Grand Council of the Kings' Castle - the coalition's unilateral propaganda, which many new settlers were doubtful about - but they did not know that even the Commander of the Standing Legions First-level officers were also captured by the four-county coalition forces.

After the tall school officer finished his self-report, the thin school officer also took a step forward.

Army Major. The thin colonel's withered lips moved, and he announced his family name in a depressed voice: Old Felt.

Free men from other counties whispered to each other—Old Felt? Why haven't you heard of it?

Only the free people of Maple Stone City suddenly realized.

What you said is not accurate enough, Major Felt. Colonel Scull pointed out unceremoniously: You are not just any 'Army Major,' you are 'Union Provincial Army Major, Ald Felt.' !”

Colonel Scull stood up and looked down at Major Felt sternly. His voice resounded throughout the Great Hall: You are not an officer of the Plato Army at all! You are an officer of the United Provincial Army - you are from the United Provinces!

The free men of the newly settled land were in an uproar.

[must win]

[It’s just a small victory tonight, I’m very sorry]