Iron Power And Sorcerer

Iron Power And Sorcerer Chapter 254

2021-02-19

Chapter 254 Judgment
The trombone trumpets the melody of victory, the cheers are deafening, and everyone competes for one See the hero's face.

More than 1,500 years ago, a grand [triumph] was being held in a magnificent city on the lower plains of the Baitai River.

Triumph, as the name suggests, is to celebrate a person's triumph. And the person who can win a great triumph is called the triumphant.

The grand triumphal ceremony opened with a parade, with men and women in shackles and ragged clothes walking at the forefront, and the queue was so long that the end could not be seen.

They are the captives, the vanquished, the spills of war of the triumphant, some of them will be executed and the rest will be sold as slaves.

The captive looked with hatred and fear at the rejoicing people on both sides of the road.

A carriage laden with captured weapons, armor, pagan idols, and treasures of gold and silver walks behind the captives.

These spills of war are also a testament to the great achievements of the triumphant.

The flag-bearer, holding up panels, sculptures, and placards, walked in third place, proudly telling all about the great battles and the glorious victories of the triumphant.

The members of the Elder's Council, dressed in red-edged white robes, gold-iron rings, and diagonal purple sashes, were the fourth sequence of the grand parade.

Even the most powerful elders now have to walk on foot to pay the highest respect to the triumphant.

Because on the triumphal ceremony, the triumphant is only below the gods, above ten thousand people.

The grand triumph is about to usher in a climax, and the triumphant will appear.

People trembled with excitement, and everyone indulged in an almost crazy and psychedelic atmosphere of celebration
Finally, the military tribunes riding high-headed horses and wearing crimson uniforms held their heads high Step into the Eternal City.

They wear laurel wreaths, the honor of the victor.

They are the loyal subordinates of the Triumph, paving the way for the vanguard of the Triumph.

The people present held their breath involuntarily, the bustling square was so quiet that it was terrifying, and people were waiting for the silhouette of the triumphant.

The silence is only a moment, and the silence is immediately crushed by the rumbling sound of the wheel.

A brilliant war chariot was pulled into the square by four white war horses with no stray hair.

A man stands on the war chariot, with the laurel branch symbolizing victory in his left hand, and the eagle staff symbolizing authority in his right hand.

The cheers sounded like a tsunami, and a frenzied cry came from everyone's chest.

The cheers pierce the clouds to the Nine Heavens, and the gods on Holy Mountain will be awakened.

But the triumphant had no expression.

He wears a pure purple embroidered robe, every pattern on which is sewn with gold thread, dazzling.

That's the king's attire, and he can only wear it today in this life.

His face was painted red, and the crown of the Lord God Jupiter was placed on his head.

That is God's laurel crown, which he can wear only today in this life.

In this sacred celebration for him alone, he was given both divinity and kingship.

At this moment, the triumphant becomes the king of the republic, standing side by side with the gods.

His grand and glorious triumph will be recorded in the Book of Victory, and as long as the Eternal City exists for one day, it will be handed down forever.

And the title of [Victorious] will eventually become a title more revered than the king - the emperor.

A slave warned at the moment of triumph: "Remember! Remember! You are only a mortal, and a mortal—mortal."

This brilliant More than 1,500 years after the triumphal ceremony, far and far south of the Eternal City, a city called Gervoudan is also preparing for the triumphal ceremony.

The protagonist of the ceremony is the victorious Winters .Montagne.

According to the rules, the Triumph should invite the whole city to feast. But Winters has always been thrifty, so save.

According to another rule, the Triumph should also give gifts to the whole city. But Winters didn't have any money, so they saved it.

Anyway, all the extravagant arrangements were eliminated by Winters.

But as Winters rode his steed into Gervodin, his emotions were the same as those of the great triumphs of history.

The last time he entered Gervodin, the citizens greeted him openly, but no one thought he could exist in the city for a long time.

And this time, he was dignified to defeat the crusade of Legion, the new land, and walked into the city as Conqueror, no one could question him any more.

That's what Winters wants.

He was going to declare his victory, he was going to tell everyone: Legion's storm didn't break him, it made him stand firmer.

If it is said that before this, the land allocated by Winters to the newly cultivated Legion is still suspected of stealing.

After this battle, the ownership of Tiefeng County was transferred to his name through "conquest", allowing him to dispose and distribute.

Winters, Andre, Don Juan, Mason, and all the officers and men enjoyed the moment.

They are the winners and they deserve to be applauded.

The soldiers were not only enjoying the victory, they were also blown away by the "victory".

The people of Gévordan were more shocked than the soldiers.

Even in an ancient empire with a passion for conquest and celebration, citizens may never see a triumph in their lifetime, let alone the Gervodans who live on the edge of new land today.

The endless queue of prisoners, the captured ordnance loaded with carriage, the beautifully captured military flags, the majestic cavalry... These things hold the eyes of the Gévordans tightly.

Everything in the parade was telling them - "Victory! Without a doubt."

Excited emotions are contagious. When one is in a frenzy of vortex, it is difficult for one to remain rational.

Some people in Revodan couldn't help cheering, and those who cheered were the poorest citizens.

Even if it's just for the grinding tax, they also hope that the blood wolf will win.

Gradually, everyone began to cheer and cheer, and Revodan suddenly turned into a boiling ocean.

Anna, Katherine and Scarlett were also in the crowd.

Gevodan's folk customs are conservative, so the three ladies wear large hats and thin veils to cover their facial features.

Nevertheless, Winters found Anna in the crowd at a glance.

The eyes met, Anna smiled restrainedly, and saluted Winters lightly.

Winters was eager to walk into the crowd, kiss Anna hard, pick her up amidst her screams, and carry her away on horseback.

He also moved towards Anna winked restrainedly.

The next scene may not be very good, he actually does not want Anna to be there.

"But sooner or later you have to see my true face." Winters thought sadly, he was afraid of disappointment, fear and even disgust for Anna, and he looked down at his clean hands: "Sooner or later. See you all."

And just like that, Winters rode a long way.

Ana frowned, she noticed her lover's subtle emotional changes, but she didn't know why.

Catherine was completely crazy, and the atmosphere on the street made her happy too.

The excited Catherine actually hugged the enemy Scarlett, as if to dance with the latter.

This terrified Scarlett so much that she was so annoyed and frightened that she didn't care about politeness.

"Fox Eyes!" Scarlett pushed Catherine away desperately: "What are you doing?!"

"Parade! Triumph! Celebration!" Catherine smiled happily: "Of course it is Celebrate! Wild girl!"

The procession went all the way to the city square, and the people of Revodan also gathered in the square.

The soldiers stood in neat queues, the prisoners were circled in a small area, some citizens stood in the back row in small groups, and some pushed forward desperately, and the city square became full in a blink of an eye.

Until this time, many Revodan talents suddenly remembered: In addition to the triumphal ceremony, the new station also prepared an execution platform.

There is no feast for the whole city, so the triumphal ceremony ends with the presentation of prisoners and flags.

Winters, Andre, and Mason took to the platform, and the warrior threw the captured flags one by one in front of the platform.

The flags that were regarded by the enemy as sacred relic fell into the dust, each flag representing at least one Hundred Men Squad being systematically destroyed.

Every time a military flag is thrown under the stage, the warriors are loudly roared in unison.

Then the prisoners were brought up.

Traditionally, the higher the status of the captive being offered, the better. At least one must be executed before the others can be forgiven.

The Winters did not bring the four remaining officers of Vigne to publicly humiliate them, so the captives were presented simply, and the captives were spared their lives and taken away.

After the ceremony of presenting prisoners and flags, the mood of the people in the square was still high.

Winters indicated that Shire could enter the next stage.

Charle nodded, walk away.

After a while, Shire and Heinrich came with a group of prisoners with a group of prisoners - actually to hold a non-stop public trial meeting.

But most people are not afraid, but more excited.

Although many people in Gervodin live in cities, they actually live harder than farmers.

They don't have the citizenship of Gervodin, but because they don't have land, they have to come to the city to make a living.

Life is tiring and boring, and watching the executions is a rare pastime.

Whenever a prisoner is executed, the square will be as lively as a bazaar, even if there is no respected gentry to take the lead.

Men, women and children of all ages will wear their best clothes to observe the execution.

It is customary for ladies to show compassion, so they all cover their eyes and look through their fingers.

Not to mention that the city councillors did their best to cooperate with Winters this time.

Seeing that the more exciting part is about to come, the Revodan people are happy, and suddenly find something strange.

"Ah? Isn't that my neighbor?" Someone shouted: "Ma Bubble Eye?"

"That...the one on the far left! It seems to be my neighbor too!" Another A man shouts.

Twenty prisoners were taken to the execution platform, and there were at least 100 prisoners under the stage.

The Gervodins on the square tried their best to identify them, and found that the hundreds of prisoners were all Gervodins.

There are gangsters who are idle and not doing their jobs, and there are people who live in slums, limit the dog and steal chicken and do odd jobs for a living.

People were talking loudly, some wondering, some saying "deserving it", and some complaining loudly.

“bang!”

“bang!”

“bang!”

Three cannons sounded in succession, and the crowd in the square suddenly Quiet.

At the edge of the execution platform, a man with a red birthmark kicked away the smoking second-generation wooden cannon, signaling his men to move away.

“Half a month ago, there was a riot in Gervodin.” Winters walked to the stage and looked directly at the dark crowd.

With a pair of thousands of speeches, only Winters can do it, and he's the only one who doesn't have stage fright.

The plaza is very large and the echoes are very disturbing.

To make sure everyone could hear it, Winters spaced out the phrases at length: "These are the people who looted, set fire, and murdered in that riot, and got their hands full.

They all have red ropes on their shoulders, so many people think it's my warrior who robs and kills. So today, they will be tried by military law."

Winters' voice was loud and steady, There is majesty and power in the calm, and everyone can hear it clearly.

There was absolute silence in the square, many of whom were victims of that riot.

On the day that Don Juan led his troops to attack the city, the refugees outside the city and the hooligans in the city rioted. Many shops were smashed and looted, and houses were torched. set on fire.

That's why Lieutenant Colonel Moritz insisted on staying in Gervodin to stop the violence and pacify the chaos.

Winters continued to announce to the crowd in the square: "According to the Palatine military law, the military chief has all the right to judge and adjudicate.

As the county's highest military chief, I am ——Winters ·Montagne, Captain of the Republic of Palato, member of the Military Resolution Committee, makes the following judgment.”

“Wounds and thieves are punished by whipping and hard labor! Murderers, hang!” Winters glanced at the square: "Execute now! Gendarmerie! Send them to the gallows!"

There was an exclamation in the square, the Gervodans were mentally prepared, but didn't expect the means to be so violent .

The city hall is next to the square, and by the window on the second floor of the city hall, Katherine also crowed out in surprise, subconsciously looking at the elder sister.

Anna bit her lips lightly, her eyes solemn.

"Justice and judgment." Catherine held the elder sister's hand and whispered, "It's not a murder."

Scarlett on the side was nodded.

"I know, how could I not know?" Anna also clenched the younger sister's hand and said sadly: "I just feel bad for him... His nature is not like that."

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Sentenced to death in one sentence, some prisoners fainted on the spot with fright, while others were incontinent, kneeling and begging for mercy.

More prisoners shouted their grievances: "Sir! I'm not a soldier! I'm not!"

"We are not soldiers! We shouldn't be subject to military law!" Immediately, there were prisoners with a broad mind. Followed by the plea: "My lord! Let the court of Gervodin try us! Please!"

Winters strode over to the prisoner, using amplifying to amplify the vibrations of the nearby air. Amplify the prisoner's voice.

“You’re not a soldier?” Winters asked.

"No, my lord, really not." The prisoner begged for mercy in tears.

"Then why are you tying a red rope around your shoulders?"

The prisoner who committed arson, robbery and rape and was caught on the spot turned his throat and dared not answer.

Without a sign from Winters, Heinrich fiercely cuddled the prisoner's jaw.

The prisoner's molars were all beaten loose, blood and saliva spurted out of his mouth, he confessed with snot and tears: "That day...the army that saw your lord were all tied with red ropes... So I also tied up..."

The prisoner's words were clearly heard in the ears of everyone in the square.

The prisoner has a wooden token on his body that says what crime he committed, so Winters can see at a glance what kind of scum it is.

“You’re not a soldier?” Winters asked.

"No! Please have mercy!"

"You can be handed over to the Gervodin court, but what do I ask you and what do you answer."

The prisoner is desperately nodded.

"Robbery." Winters asked sullenly. "Are you pleading guilty?"

The prisoner said nothing.

Heinrich immediately dragged the prisoner to the noose.

"Confess!" The prisoner shouted: "I admit it!"

"Arson, do you plead guilty?"

The prisoner's defense has completely collapsed: " Confess!"

"Rape."

"Confess! I did it all!" the prisoner cried.

The people in the square were furious. Arson and rape were both first-class felonies, and death was no quicker than hanging.

But seeing the vicious repeat offenders temporarily survive, the citizens feel a little guilty.

Winters didn't talk nonsense, he directly ordered all the prisoners: "Among you, not soldiers, but confessors. Step forward! If it is not a soldier, it will be handed over to the court of Gervodin. "

The prisoners moved forward in unison, and some took two or three steps.

"Yes!" Bring you to the court of Gervodin! "

The prisoners breathed a sigh of relief. Several prisoners were so sad and overjoyed that they fell limply to the ground.

"Gendarmes!" ' Winters ordered: 'Come up the judge of Gervodin.' ”

Tierfeng County is located on the frontier of Palatu and uses common law all the year round. There is very little written law, and most of it is related to taxation.

So the judge of Gervodin is a citizen It is elected by the citizens of the city, and every four years, three people are elected.

Misdemeanor and civil cases outside of Gervoudan are tried by the mayor and resident magistrate of each town.

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An old man in his 60s walks tremblingly on the execution platform.

The old man is well-dressed, showing that his family is well-off - otherwise he would not have been elected as a judge.

"Mr. Heifetz. " Winters asked directly: "Are you one of the three current judges in Gervodin?" "

"Yes. " answered the old man brace oneself.

"Their cases are yours." "

"Yes. Judge Heifetz was also a little embarrassed. "

"Don't bother. Winters squinted his eyes: "Is it a crime to pretend to be a soldier, how should it be punished according to the customary law?" "

Judge Heifetz was taken aback for a moment, and he hesitantly replied: "It should be handed over to the county station for trial. "

"Please be louder." "

The old judge cleared his throat: "Impersonate a soldier to commit a crime!" Hand it over to the county station for trial! ”

The voice of the old judge spread to every corner of the square.

The prisoners on and off the execution platform thought they were saved, and fell back to the ten thousand zhang abyss in the blink of an eye.

"By military law. "Winters coldly swept over the prisoners: "Wounding criminals, whipping and hard labor!" Murder and arsonist, behead! Immediate execution! ”

The square was quiet at first, and then there was a burst of cheers.

A few tree stumps were moved to the gallows, which immediately turned into a beheading platform.

Execution It is too late for the prisoner to want to hang his whole body at this moment, and those prisoners who were sentenced to flogging and hard labor are full of joy, thankful that they did not commit a serious crime.

The crying death-row prisoner was killed forcibly dragged to the stump.

The man with the red birthmark got the order and lit the wooden cannon.

As soon as the cannon sounded, the prisoner on the stage was killed, and then the next group of people was dragged up.

"I'm going to make a deathbed confession! grown ups! Have mercy! "There is a death row prisoner struggling and screaming: "I want to see the priest!" Find me a priest! "

"It's too late." " Winters indifferently ordered to fire: "Go to hell to repent!" "

There was another cannon shot, and another four criminals were beheaded. The bodies were dragged away, and the next batch of criminals was dragged up.

Blood on the execution platform It was everywhere. Thick blood dripped through the cracks in the wooden boards and dripped to the ground in a line.

The people of Revordan in the square only felt dry mouth and cold hands and feet. Excited and scared.

Where have they seen this kind of killing method?
Normally, a hanging is enough to talk about for half a year, but now twelve heads have been cut off on the execution stand. Continuing to drag the prisoners up.

Soldiers in the army's phalanx also watched silently - Winters not only killing the citizens, but also his warriors.

On the second floor of the city hall, Catherine, who was comforting Anna just now, fainted.

Anna and Scarlett hugged Catherine, their faces were equally pale.

On the square, the old Priskin was even more desperate - he still underestimated the violence of the blood wolf.

Old Priskin's elder son died an untimely death, leaving only one son behind him, And his youngest son is unbearable.

So old Priskin pinned all his hopes on the eldest grandson, but didn't expect the eldest grandson to be more troublesome than the youngest son.

The blacksmith Shaosha supported the old Priskin, Shaosha unexpectedly found that the old man's body was so light, and he was still shaking.

The first batch of prisoners beheaded by beheading, whipped by whipping

The second batch of prisoners was pulled up by Winters in his heart.

The citizens of Gervoudan did not know the batch of prisoners, but the soldiers on the ground were surprised. Because they knew these people.

The second group of prisoners were deserters, cowards and soldiers who robbed and raped during the battle.

If the first group of prisoners were random as Winters wanted Disposition.

The treatment of that second batch of inmates was a true "public trial."

A temporary court was formed by Winters, Mason, Judge Heifetz, and a soldier representative.

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Allows the soldiers on trial to defend themselves and to present evidence, just like a normal trial.

Killing a few felons is just the starter.

Covering the military court To the soldier class is the real reason for Winters' "public trial" in front of everyone's eyes, and it is also the first for Winters.

The military court is not a new thing, but only officers can enjoy the treatment according to the law.

Soldiers were not eligible for court martial, and soldiers who violated the order received no "protection."

In wartime, Hundr The ed-Men Commander can directly execute ordinary soldiers; during non-war time, the Great Captain can directly execute ordinary soldiers.

There is no trial, and there is no written law to follow, and the decision of the military chief is up to the light sentence and the heavy sentence.

For Winters to clean up military discipline, he must first have military law.

Without real military law, there is no real military discipline.

Still using established customary martial law like the old Palatine Army - many of which are even from nomadic times - and there will never be a new army.

Without clearly defined and codified military laws, Winters, no matter how hard he tries, will at best get a better old army.

As a result, the first written military law in the history of this continent was born in the hands of Winters ·Montagne.

Bard, who is the best in literary talent, was not present, and several officers present were not good in literary talent.

So this military law was simply and bluntly named "The Military Code" by Winters, while Don Juan secretly called it "Montagne Military Law".

This initial military law strictly divides the power of law enforcement and judicial power:

The military police can enforce the law, they can arrest soldiers and officers;
But the trial and prosecution must be handed over to the military Tribunal;
The military chief of each regiment also serves as the president of the military court, and other members of the court are drawn from all levels of the army, including at least one soldier;
The regiment-level military court is responsible for the trial of misdemeanors and serious crimes It is referred to the high level military court of Legion Level 1;

Only in rare cases, the military commander is allowed to directly execute soldiers without trial - such as fear of battle, mutiny.

Even Level 1 military chiefs must read the "Military Discipline" to the soldiers at least once a month, and the "Military Discipline" volume is the military discipline that is closer to the soldiers, and it is also the original purpose of Winters.

It can be summarized as: all seized and returned to the public; misdemeanor punishment; heavy punishment for serious crimes such as theft, cowardice, robbery, rape, etc.; others.

The question of post-war looting was something that Winters had considered for a long time.

Most of the time, soldiers loot because they couldn't live without looting -- not enough food, and years of arrears.

Without looting, soldiers will starve to death. Rushing and rushing has become a habit.

And many generals are happy to see this kind of thing happen, because the soldiers go to loot, which invisibly reduces the supply pressure.

But Winters, after discussing with Don Juan and Mason, agreed that this "tradition" should be thrown away as soon as possible.

The "Punishment" volume strictly stipulates the scope of light sentences and heavy sentences. In short, the following are all light sentences, including the most common extra physical labor; there is only one heavy sentence - hanging. .

Winters outlawed corporal punishment because he believed that instead of crippling criminals, it was better to preserve criminals' ability to work.

The public trial at the Gervodin Square at this moment is the first practice of the Military Code.

One by one, the soldiers who took advantage of the chaos and looting pleaded guilty and fell to their knees. Their land was stripped and they were sentenced to death.

However, when these soldiers looted in the chaos of the Battle of Hammer Fort, there was no written military law that clearly stipulated that "the looters die".

So their crime was reduced by one grade, and it was reduced to deprivation of land and five years of hard labor.

Most of the deserters pleaded not guilty, insisting they were not soldiers; but when the soldier with the same arrow as them testified, the sophistry was pointless.

There is no room for commutation for deserters, hanging.

It was the first time that the Military Code came into force, and Winters gave the order to hang himself.

The deserters were pushed down the edge of the execution platform one by one.

Winters watched as their bodies fell naturally and were yanked back by the noose.

Their neck bones couldn't bear the force and were torn apart instantly. Consciousness was annihilated, leaving only the corpses swaying gently with the noose.

To the best of Winters' knowledge, the bodies belonged to deserters who were executed after trial for the first time ever.

Judging from the results, it was nothing more than a death.

But in terms of process, these deaths may be significant.

With a deep sigh in his heart, Winters turned to the warriors and read the Codex to them for the first time.

The soldiers listened carefully, they didn't need to fully understand, because they would read it to them again and again in the future.

They just need to know that this draconian but just code is inviolable—just look at the corpses that sway in the wind.

The citizens of Gervoudan also listened in silence.

This is probably the first time they have heard of written military law, and probably the first time they have heard that military discipline is so "good".

The army loves it most when they don't loot or disturb the civilian population. But they can't help but wonder: Is there really an army that can do what the code says it does?

Seeing the corpses swaying in the wind and the young man reading the code on the stage, there was a glimmer of hope in the heart of Gervoudan—perhaps so.

The first edition of the Military Code was read in its entirety for the first time. It was not perfect, it still had loopholes, but it was a small step and a big one.

The place was so quiet that a needle could be heard on the ground.

"For the blood wolf!" Tamas, the former deputy Hundred-Men Commander and now the first company commander of the Iron Peak Infantry Regiment, suddenly blushed: "The mountain calls three times!"

"wooah! wooah!" Tamas yelled to guide.

"Uukhai!" the soldiers followed.

"wooah! wooah!" The other company commanders and sergeants also followed Tamas's chest to guide the crowd.

"Uukhai!!" The shouts were more tidy and louder.

"wooah! wooah!"

"Uukhai!!!" The soldiers of the twelve companies roared with their last strength: "Uukhai!!!"

This is a thunderous cheer that the triumphant 1,500 years ago had never received.

And Winters, like the triumphant one thousand and five hundred years ago, accepted it calmly.

“Bring up the third batch of prisoners,” Winters said to Heinrich.

It's not over yet, there's still a group of people to clean up.

Heinrich ordered the third group of prisoners out of the carriage.

Shaosha, who was supporting the old Priskin, felt the old man's body tense instantly.

The people who came out of the carriage were all well-heeled citizens of Gervoudan, including six city councillors and the grandson of the old Priskin.

Heinrich escorted the third group of prisoners to the execution ground.

Old Priskin suddenly rushed towards the execution stand, and the blacksmith Shaosha absolutely didn't expect the old man to be so vigorous at his age, so he quickly followed.

Winters also noticed the little disturbance ahead, and when he saw the old man running over, he thought it was a petition.

Old Priskin took out a purple sash from his arms, held it above his head, and shouted in tears: "I, Priskin John, on behalf of all the citizens of Gervoudan, would like to recommend Winters. Captain Montagne is Iron Peak Military Tribunal!"

Winters chuckled.

However, the mood in the square was enthusiastic, and the manpower that Priskin had arranged in advance began to cooperate and cheer: "Tribune! Tribune!"

"Tribune! "The soldiers were also inadvertently guided, and began to shout in unison: "The tribune!"

They actually didn't know what [the tribune] meant, but everyone was enthusiastic about it. Shouting, it should be a good thing, right?
Winters could hear clearly that old Priskin said it was "military tribunal", but at the end everyone in the square was shouting "tribal officer".

A military tribunal and a tribunal are two completely different things, and Winters didn't know how to explain it to the thousands cheering in the square.

Even Andre and Mason Senior were booing and shouting.

Winters raised his hand for silence, and the cheers faded away.

The title military tribunal was dug up by the old Priskin from the pile of old papers, obviously with some consideration.

The Military Tribunal is somewhere between Corps Head and Hundred-Men Commander, neither big nor small, just right for Iron Peak's troop size.

How could he not know what the old Priskin was thinking? To elect Winters as a military tribune in his name is to completely remove the mask of the garrison and garrison officer, and directly lose allegiance to Winters.

The picture? It's all about changing his grandson's life—but Winters never thought of killing old Priskin's grandson.

"I..." Winters said slowly, "I would like to nominate Andrea Cellini as a military tribunal at the same time!"

"Tribune!" People in the square cheered.

"I would like to nominate Richard Mason as a military tribunal at the same time!"

"Tribune!!"

"I would like to nominate at the same time Gerald's Bud is a Military Tribune!"

The "Tribune!!!" atmosphere reaches its climax.

"Bring me the third batch of prisoners!" Winters waved.

Old Priskin's smile froze on his face.

Seventeen Pill Scholar gentry trembling with fear were brought to the execution platform. The blood on the platform has not dried up, and there are bloody footprints when they step on it.

In just a few short steps, they walked like an abyss.

“Kneel down,” Winters said nonchalantly.

The seventeen people all knelt down in the blink of an eye, and those who stood i