"Dang~!" A loud bell echoed above the head of Dikirch City. The bell penetrated the mist of the spring morning and echoed in the city.
When the bell gradually dissipated, several seconds passed before another bell followed.
Judging from the interval between the bells and the penetrating sound, it must be the big bell on the top of the church tower in the city.
Accompanied by the slow ringing of the bell, the city of Dikish, which had just woken up from its sleep, suddenly began to boil.
Countless residents opened their doors, called for friends, and poured into the street loudly.
Looking from the sky, the general flow of people is like a stream, rushing towards the main road in the center of the city, leaving empty and quiet streets behind them.
In just ten minutes, the main streets in the city were already crowded with citizens.
They were wearing their most beautiful clothes, laughing loudly as if it were a festival, crowding each other, pushing, noisy, and stretching their necks to look towards the end of the road.
From time to time, there will be vendors carrying baskets on their heads, shouting loudly and passing through the crowd.
Due to the brutal Semitic exploitation, the city of Dikish was extremely short of supplies. Therefore, the items sold by the vendors were extremely crude, just some flatbreads, wild dates, and the like.
However, occasionally there are some clever vendors who get a lot of Naian military cans and so on. And every time, those cans will be snapped up by people who know the goods.
Those who bought the cans opened the cans calmly under the curious gazes of everyone.
At this time, he didn't eat, but kept showing it off in his hands, waiting until the aroma of the meat in the can dispersed and spread into everyone's nasal cells. When their eyes turned from surprise to envy, and even
It was a desire, and at this time, I started eating bite by bite without any hurry.
And when eating this, you are also very particular. Every time you take a bite, you have to sigh a few times. I would like to praise the Naian people for their superb production of canned meat. Of course, if you can slightly criticize the shortcomings of the canned food, it will naturally be more
It can highlight your extraordinary knowledge and shock the eyes of those country bumpkins.
But at the same time, it will also cause other happy worries.
When they eat canned food, the smell of meat will attract a bunch of cubs that look like wolves.
Those little hooligans are extremely shameless, drooling, and follow you every step of the way.
Kind-hearted people looked at those children and could only hold back their heartache. Then they gritted their teeth, used their fingers to pick out fingernail-sized pieces of meat from the can, and stuffed them into the children's mouths.
If you give it to one, you will naturally give it to the second one.
After distributing the cans to the children around them, the cans will naturally reach the bottom. At this time, those hateful little hooligans will leave angrily, but they will not go far, but will keep wandering in the crowd.
They have a well-developed sense of smell like a hyena, and can easily find the next target in a crowded crowd.
If you meet a stingy owner, you would rather eat with joy and drool than share it with others.
At this time, the greedy child will cry to the mother next to him. Then there will be a sharp scolding from the mother, followed by a crackling sound of spanking, and the child will cry hoarsely after the pain.
All these various crowds, as well as the noise, filled the city with a vague, chaotic noise, just like the noise in the auditorium hall before the meeting began.
Whether they were crying or shouting, the gloom of the past was all gone from people's faces, and their brows and eyes all had a bright and happy look - this look can only be found when people are full of hope for the future.
After a while, large groups of armored soldiers appeared on the street.
They formed two human walls along the street, blocking all the people outside the human wall. This also made both sides of the street more crowded, but the people did not complain at all, and instead cooperated extremely well.
‘When~~! When~~” When the bell rang again, the citizens who were standing on both sides of the street suddenly became excited.
They surged forward, forcing the soldiers who blocked them to retreat.
Some people even jumped up and down in the crowd to see further, while shouting loudly: "Are you here?"
"Coming, coming~!"
"Come here, come here, everyone, get your things ready."
"..."
Amid their excited shouts, the sound of wheels was heard. A long queue of vehicles turned from the end of the long street.
There were iron cages placed on these simple carts. There were three or four people squatting in each cage. They were shackled and locked so that they could not move.
His clothes were in tatters, hanging down in strands, and his body was covered in large and small scars, showing that he had been beaten badly.
"It's them~!" A roar came from the crowd, "It's them~!"
"Kill them, these scum!" Dikish citizens on both sides of the street shouted angrily at the prison van.
"These despicable things, stinky pigs who sold their souls for fifty copper coins~!"
"Damn scum. Traitor."
Then the insults became a common voice.
"Kill them, kill them~!" People kept roaring angrily.
The sound resounded over the city like thunder.
Almost everyone in Dikixi City had relatives and friends who died at the hands of these people, so they were naturally extremely jealous when they saw them at this moment.
Everyone gave full play to the spirit of beating the dogs to death, yelled at them mightily and bravely, and made various mocking gestures with their hands.
Then he threw the clods of soil and rotten eggs in his hands at the criminals in the prison car.
Most of the prisoners had their heads buried, trembling with fear and paralyzed.
However, there were a few people who, even though they were in shackles, still had unconvinced expressions on their faces. They raised their heads and looked arrogantly at the citizens on both sides who angrily denounced them, showing a disdainful sneer.
Their expressions made the people filled with deep-seated hatred even angrier. Some even rushed out of the crowd with daggers raised and rushed towards the prison van.
The soldiers maintaining order on the roadside seemed to be very experienced in this kind of situation. They did not panic. Instead, they easily stretched out their legs and knocked down the guy wielding the dagger.
Then he mocked: "The person our big boss wants to kill, it's your turn to do it." He picked him up like a chicken, kicked his butt several times, and kicked him back into the crowd.
Originally, those who dared to attack the defense line and disrupt order were to be arrested and imprisoned for a few days. But Sir Alex found that if those guys were imprisoned, they would also have to take care of their food.
Therefore, I won’t waste that time. If I’m caught, I’ll just give him a beating and forget about it.
The prison car circled the main street of Dikirch, paraded through the streets, and finally stopped at the square in the center of the city.
There was a row of gallows erected in the square, the same ones as the previous two days, and even the nooses had not been changed.
Ironically, it was the prisoners in the prison car who erected these gallows. Moreover, the executioner was still the original executioner.
Soldiers pulled the first few cars of prisoners out of their cages and led them to the gallows.
Each of these prisoners looked pale and was so scared that they could hardly walk. Some of them kept shaking violently and said in horror: "I don't want to die, no, I don't want to die."
The prisoner who was afraid of death suddenly broke out and threw the soldiers on the left and right with all his strength, trying to escape. However, he only took one step and fell to the ground. The shackles on their feet were so short that they could not even take one step.
The soldier walked over slowly, kicked him hard several times, and said with a contemptuous expression: "It's too late to know that you are afraid of death~!"
A dozen prisoners were pushed to the gallows and stood one by one.
The judge of the Holy See Inquisition dressed in black appeared in everyone's sight. Seeing his black uniform, everyone in the audience couldn't help but feel chilled.
The Holy See has ruled for thousands of years, and people are afraid of the officials of the Inquisition, almost to the core.
The sanctioning officer stood on the stage, with a dead face that had not changed for thousands of years, a pair of cold eyes swept over the prisoner, snorted coldly, and said: "Sinner, prepare to be tortured by fire in hell forever."
The sanctioning officer turned to face the crowd in the square and said loudly: "In the name of the God of Light, we sentence these people who betrayed humanity to death. These sinners include Ryan, Rich, and Peter..."
The sanctioning officer read out the names of more than a dozen people, stepped forward to verify their identities one by one, waved his hand to the soldiers on the gallows, and said: "Verified, executed."
The soldiers put the noose around their necks and tightened the slipknot.
These prisoners were so frightened that they were paralyzed and could not stand. If they were not driven by soldiers, they would probably hang themselves first.
One prisoner suddenly started crying loudly, with runny nose and tears, and cried miserably: "I was forced to do this. I really didn't mean it. I was forced by them..."
The soldiers on both sides grabbed him unceremoniously and held his shoulders firmly, preventing him from moving.
The soldiers under the scaffold were excited and kept pushing forward, waving their fists and shouting: "Hang them, hang them~!"
But the execution guards held the prisoner motionless, as if waiting for something.
It wasn't until a group of people walked out of the city guard's mansion and watched the execution in front of the door that the sanctioning officer nodded and raised his arms high.
The executioner took a step forward, grabbed the handle of the movable board, and looked at the referee's gesture.
The sanctioning officer's raised arm swung down forcefully, and the executioner immediately pulled the handle. The movable board opened with a clang, and all the prisoners on the gallows were instantly dwarfed by half.
They fell from the air, the noose tightened instantly, and the noose strangled their necks.
The prisoner's face immediately turned red, his feet were shaking violently in the air, and his whole body was struggling like a lobster out of water.
In less than a minute, the prisoner gradually stopped struggling, his legs and arms hung down weakly, and he looked as if he was dead.
"Okay!" An excited shout came from the crowd.
"Long live the God of Light, long live His Majesty the Pope, long live Marshal Lorraine~!"
Someone raised his fist and shouted loudly, and the enthusiastic citizens around him shouted in unison, and the cheers became louder and louder.
Lord Lorraine stood in front of the gate of the city guard's palace, looking at the gallows not far away. Hearing the cheers of the crowd in the square, he curled his lips in disdain.
He glanced at Lord Holtz behind him and saw a look of satisfaction on his face after listening attentively, and he knew in his heart: the people who screamed the loudest must be the ones this guy had hired.
After the prisoner hung on the noose for five minutes, the soldier reached out and pulled away the slip knot tied to the post, and the prisoner's body fell to the ground with a thud.
A group of people went up and dragged their bodies out, and then stabbed their feet with red-hot iron bars. With a sharp sound, a puff of blue smoke came out, and at the same time there was a smell of burnt flesh.
The soldiers used this method to check whether the prisoners were really dead. When they saw that they really had no reaction, they just dragged the bodies aside. No one would dare to come and collect the bodies for them. In the end, they probably dug them up outside the city.
The trap has been buried.
The second batch of prisoners was then brought up and pushed to the gallows.
The sanctioning officer read out their names loudly, and the first one on the list was Carnell's.
The crowd of onlookers burst out shouting louder than before.
"Canel, you have today too~!"
"Kill him and avenge our family."
"Kill him, kill him~!"
The crowd was so excited that they waved their fists and shouted slogans as they rushed forward, rushing to block the guards who were blocking them and kept retreating.
A large group of soldiers from behind hurriedly stepped forward to support, and then blocked the crowd in front of the gallows.
After the sanctioning officer verified their identity, the noose was put around the necks of the criminals.
Carnell had no fear and stood upright under the gallows, raising his head proudly. Looking at the disdainful and mocking eyes of the people in front of the gallows, he suddenly said loudly: "Look at your pitiful appearance. I have eaten and played with you before.
I slept with hundreds of your women and killed hundreds of you, this life is worth it~!
Come on, I've never been afraid of death since I was twelve years old."
The citizens under the scaffold were angered by his arrogant attitude and irritating words. They picked up clods and gravel and threw everything they could find at Carnell.
Seeing that the crowd was about to lose control, the officer blew a sharp whistle, and whole teams of soldiers ran from nearby to stop the excited citizens of Dikirch.
The sanctioning officer with a dead face suddenly smiled coldly, looked Kanel up and down, and said in a slightly hoarse voice: "I have killed many people, so you are also a person, but you are also called eating and playing.
?
What a poor frog.
Sitting in the well and looking at the bigger sky, I dare to say that I have seen it. Tsk tsk..."
The sanctioning officer sighed with emotion, then waved his hand and said: "Hang him."
The wooden plank opened with a clang again. Kanel's eyes stared straight at the judge as he fell. The rope tightened instantly. A "ho ho" sound came from Kanel's throat, and his eyes quickly protruded from his sockets.
The whole person struggled violently.
But after a few minutes, my neck tilted and stopped moving.
The soldiers removed Canel's body and dragged it to the high platform. The executioner raised a big ax high and smashed it down hard, cutting off his head.
Then he grabbed the hair of the head, lifted it up, and showed it to the crowd in the audience.
The citizens cheered at the top of their lungs like crazy.
The executioner threw Canel's head to the ground, then picked up the ax, chopped it down hard, and dismembered his body.
Lorraine frowned secretly and thought: This taste is too strong.
But such execution of the most heinous person was exactly what the local aristocratic officials in Dikirch strongly requested. Although the lord was a little disgusted, he couldn't say anything.
Next to him, Baron Holtz was very excited. Every time the executioner struck with the axe, he waved his hands and cheered.
Lord Lorraine came out just for a moment and to set an example for how to deal with similar incidents in the future after the occupied areas are recovered.
His lordship had no interest in mass executions of this kind. In fact, he had little favorable opinion of hangings.
Like Napoleon and Napoleon, what Sir Alex admired most was shooting, and shooting with a volley of guns, which was clean and efficient.
Shoot the criminal and then ask him to pay five silver coins to buy bullets.
People may find it fresh and exciting when they first watch it, but they still feel tired after watching it for a long time, especially after venting the hatred in their hearts.
The collective killing game in the square is still going on. In Dikixi, only those with red names wiped out nearly a thousand people. This efficient killing work is expected to continue for some time.
Baron Holtz returned to his temporary city lord's palace with excitement and excitement. He gnashed his teeth in hatred towards Canel and his gang. Because he ran in such a hurry, he didn't have time to take away the finances he had accumulated, and all of them were taken advantage of by the Semites.
With Kanel and others, everything was squandered. They had worked hard for twenty years and returned to before liberation overnight.
Various government departments are also in this courtyard, but they are idle at the moment. Most affairs are managed by the Military Control Commission.
Once he sat down, Baron Holtz's troubles couldn't help but come to mind. He glanced at the pile of documents on the table, and quickly moved his eyes away, showing a pained expression on his face.
That piece of paper was a list of supplies given to him by the coalition command, requiring him to provide it to the coalition logistics department every month.
The items are very trivial, including cloth, clothing, horse materials, wood and medicinal materials, etc., and even thirty pigs.
These figures were calculated by accounting firm Arthur Andersen, a subsidiary of the Flying Eagle Group, based on Dikich's population and output.
That is the most famous accounting firm in the world. The owner can squeeze out three ounces of urine if he catches a toad weighing one pound. The shoes they broke... well, the internationally renowned company that went bankrupt is not a two-pound company.
Home.
Therefore, Baron Holtz knew that his future would not be easy.
But with the reputation of military control and justice suppressed, Baron Holtz did not dare to disobey. Not to mention, there was that bastard Dost who was eyeing his position eagerly.
That bitch was so lucky that he escaped from the gallows with his life, and he also gained capital from then on. He always showed off in front of the public in the hall, pretending to be senior. Every time he said it, he was a human from the beginning.
He is an undercover agent, lurking in the city of Dikish and silently doing underground work. He has made great contributions to mankind's counterattack.
As for his ugly behavior under the gallows, Uncle Dost also defended it as his cleverness and resourcefulness. Even in the face of death, he was upright and did not betray any confidential information.
The most annoying thing is that many people actually believe it and come to praise him. Now there is a group of people cheering for him, which creates a lot of trouble for Baron Holtz.
But if he really handed in the supplies according to the list, he and the officials in the city would have no choice but to drink from the northwest wind. Only then did he know that Lord Lorraine was not called for nothing.
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Just when he was frowning and hesitating, the baron's only son ran in excitedly and shouted loudly: "Dad, dad, look, I am also an official now."
He turned around in front of Baron Holtz, showing off his beautiful military uniform.
Baron Holtz jumped up in fright, grabbed his son, and asked sternly: "What's going on? Lille, where did this clothes come from?"
Lear was startled. He was originally afraid of his father. At this time, he shrank his neck and said timidly: "It's... it's..."
"What's this? Who gave it to you?" Baron Holtz shouted anxiously, but his wife was alerted. The rich Baroness came out of the back room, frowning and said: "What's wrong? Shouting
Damn it, son, why are you wearing a military uniform~!"
"I joined the army," Lille saw his mother's eyes light up. She had a sponsor. His mother had the highest authority in the family.
Lille's face flushed with excitement, and he said proudly: "Today, the United Nations staff recruited troops in the city, so I went to sign up. It is everyone's responsibility to drive out the demons and defend the mainland."
"You, you..." Baron Holtz felt his blood pressure rising like flying. He pointed at his son and said tremblingly: "Why don't you discuss such a big matter with us?"
Lille said boldly: "I can only get fame from horses, I don't want to be just a playboy waiting to die.
Lorraine was just a run-down nobleman back then, maybe I can achieve Lorraine's achievements in the future."
On his face is the unique look of young people who love to dream and believe that they can succeed as long as they work hard.
"I heard that I was your son. The staff accepted me on the spot and appointed me as a trainee officer. Among the dozen or so people who went with me, I was the one with the highest rank."
"Who else are there among the dozen or so people who are going with you?" Baron Holtz grabbed his son's sleeve tightly and asked nervously.
Lear clapped his fingers and said: "Oliver, Matthew, Luke and Larry, as well as a few businessmen in the city."
"It's over~!" Baron Holtz slapped his forehead and slumped down on his chair. These people were the sons of his main officials.
"You kid killed me." Holtz wailed, grabbed his hat, jumped up and walked out.
Lear was confused: "Dad, what are you doing?"
Holtz gritted his teeth and said: "Go find Lorraine..."
Lear hugged his father and said urgently: "You can't go, we are voluntary. If you don't let me go, how will I behave in the future and how will I hold my head up in front of my friends?"
"I'll ask him to send you to the death squad." Holtz glared at Lear, but in the end it turned into a helpless sigh, patted his son on the shoulder, and said: "Don't worry, I'll find a job for you."
A better position.”
Then he shouted "Prepare the car" and walked out of the door quickly, thinking to himself: Lorraine must have done it on purpose.
It is not a difficult task to lure a group of simple and passionate young nobles into the army. Such inciting words as national justice, meritorious service, etc. are enough to make a young man who is as young as a little rooster in adolescence have a hot head.
This move captured the lives of their local nobles, but what else could he do?
He could only flatter Lord Lorraine, find a way to arrange his son into the staff, and listen to the Lord with all his heart until the end of the war.