Fiona came over and asked cautiously. Griffith asked her not to ask:
“In our Eastern Army, deserters and traitors are tried by committees of soldiers, and the officers do not know it, or at least they should not know it.”
"What did you say you were going to execute just now?" Fiona didn't understand the unfamiliar term for a moment, and the residents of Yambol Town and most of the city defense troops didn't know what it meant either.
 However, soon, this term became frightening to everyone.
 An entire squadron of legionnaires participating in the rebellion were driven into the center by Milhaud and Gérard, who were wearing razor-sharp armor, and lined up in a queue.
 Those who killed friendly troops and civilians were the first to be hanged.
 Then, counting from one to ten, pull out the tenth person and hang him.
 The majestic Lassalle served as a military judge.
Amid the sound of military drums and Lassalle's indifferent count of "one, two, three, four...", legionnaires were pulled out of the queue one after another, dragged to the gallows and put on ropes. The people who were dragged out to be hanged
Some were stunned, some struggled desperately, and some shouted with blood-red eyes, but they were silenced when the soldiers put a rope around their necks.
They were ferocious Verona legionnaires who killed the city defenders without even batting an eyelid. However, they were grabbed by the necks by the giant beasts named Terror and Discipline, and were picked out like chickens.
The military drum was beating unhurriedly. Whenever a legionnaire's neck was tied with a noose and he was about to be pulled up, the military drum suddenly became as fast as a shower. And when he was hanging on the gallows, he was struggling and twitching.
When it stopped, the snare drum struck hard several times.
 After a moment of silence, the snare drum beat again unhurriedly.
 This goes back and forth.
Fiona fled into the lounge with a pale face. The residents of Yambol Town were frightened to death. Some of the legionnaires who had not been drawn also collapsed on the ground.
The officers and soldiers killed by Griffith and Lasalle were thrown into the fire as firewood. Those who killed friendly troops and civilians were already hanging on the gallows, and the flames soaring to the sky reflected the corpses swaying in the wind.
When the drums stopped, eleven more people were hanged.
 The legionnaires who have not been executed are organized into "punishment battalions", which are responsible for the most difficult and dangerous battles, and are personally commanded by Lasalle. Their final fate will be decided after the battle is won.
The second son of the Viscount named Warren Haydon watched the whole process silently, observing Griffith and Lassalle repeatedly with his bright eyes.
 …
“With these troops, we can launch an offensive on the manor and completely lift the siege.” Griffith said as if nothing was wrong.
 Everyone returned to the conference room and began to prepare for the next battle.
"Is it okay?" Fiona's eyes also shone, "I mean, your previous tactics were not to disrupt their offensive and hold back the rebels by repeatedly pulling on the left and right wings, so why are you launching it again now?
Direct attack?"
 Griffith unfolds the map for everyone:
"The reason why we couldn't attack before is that the main combat strength of the rebels is still there. Judging from the murder of Professor Witzleben, his strength is beyond what we can handle, and the Verona veterans among the rebels are also very capable.
.There are even extraordinary sword masters hidden among the rebels. If we are not careful, we may cause heavy casualties.
"We should not launch a decisive offensive unless it is absolutely necessary. The rebels will gradually lose their combat effectiveness due to repeated harassment and small-scale defeats, and will not be able to launch a powerful offensive against Beit Manor with all their strength."
"Now the situation has changed?" Lassalle first asked, "In my opinion, as long as Count Sindra's army defeats the main force of Lance, the siege will naturally collapse. It's not bad to continue your left and right fist tactics, we can even
Defeat the rebels with the advantage of organization."
 Griffith pushed the soldier cards onto a simple sand table and showed everyone the terrain:
“Although our main reinforcements are about to arrive, there are still two major problems.
"First, the armies of the Lords of Verona are mainly composed of local knights and militiamen. I have observed them and understand some of their structures. Whether they can defeat the rebels in a face-to-face battle, especially those who have retired from the army, is very questionable.
.
“Secondly, if the count and others gather in the north and threaten the left wing of the rebels, it will indeed be a powerful deterrent. However, once a battle breaks out and they retreat, the rebels will completely eliminate the threat, and Bate Manor will be completely destroyed.
“There is not much time left for us. I predict that Earl Sindra will be defeated. By that time, everything will be too late. We must take advantage of the time when the rebels are mobilized and the strength is dispersed to strike with all our strength.”
Fiona looked at everyone uncertainly. None of the people present expressed any objections to this, and Lasalle even nodded slightly.
“Then let’s do it,” Fiona actually didn’t want to wait a minute longer. “We’ll gather the entire army to prepare for when we will launch an attack.”
“I suggest setting the date for the day after tomorrow, early in the morning of the 24th,” Milhaud said. “Today we need to master our respective squadrons, rehearse the formation, and be familiar with the march route and plan. This is already the minimum requirement.
“Some people can be sent to strengthen the defense of the ferry. There is no room for loss there.”
Millaud’s suggestion was sound and everyone had no objections.
 …
 Night falls on the chaotic plain of Verona.
Chill and wails lingered in the air, making the night extremely cold. The distant rebel camp was outlined by the firelight, even making the night there look like day, but the direction of Beit Manor was dark and deserted.
  Is Sonia okay... Griffith rubbed his face and drove out inappropriate worries and distractions. He carefully revised the battle plan and details, squeezed his eyes tiredly and went out to catch his breath.
Under the cold moonlight, Fiona was looking into the dark distance, standing uneasily with her arms folded. She noticed Griffith and smiled reluctantly:
 “I can’t sleep. I always have a bad premonition.”
 Griffith looked at the distant sky, not knowing how to comfort him, so he could only say seriously: "We will definitely be able to rescue Lana and the others. Our army has a good chance of winning."
"real?"
Griffith nodded sincerely.
Since you want to comfort, let's comfort him thoroughly. He organized his words and said: "I have seven victories, and the enemy has seven defeats..."
As soon as he started talking, Mira, who was in charge of the night watch, came over with a piece of paper in her hand.
“Yo, guys, we’ve got some bad news.
 “Master Syndra’s army has just been attacked.”
 “What?” Griffith and Fiona both exclaimed.
Mira continued:
“The news coming from Old Town is that the leader of this rebel army is not Lance, but an extraordinary swordsman.
“The extraordinary ones in the camp were defeated, and the rebel night attack had caused serious chaos.
“The mage accompanying the army has just issued an emergency report, and the situation is deteriorating further.”
 Fiona’s fair cheeks have been whitened by the silver moon: “Griffith, what should I do?”
“Well, then,” Griffith sighed, “call the squadron commanders together at dawn and we’ll launch the attack tomorrow morning.
“Mira, I have to trouble you to prepare the marching route for tomorrow morning.”
 …
Before dawn, Griffith summoned those who could take command. "The city defense army tried its best to form six centurions of 150 people according to the original organization, commanded by five trainee knights and Warren Hayton respectively. The punishment battalion was arranged in
Under a city defense squadron, a reinforced squadron was formed, commanded by Lassalle.
“All the militiamen, part of them are added to the city defense squadron, and the remaining two hundred people are commanded by Mira. They can use bows, arrows and slings, and do not need to join the front line.”
“Sixty city defense and engineering troops formed a reserve force to follow Miss Fiona. This force will not be used in combat. The artillery squadron is inconvenient to move in swamps and mud, and they will also be retained until the end.
"A total of 8 squadrons will be deployed according to the following plan, and the combat plan is as follows..."
The expressions of the city defense officers present became serious. In the current situation, they have actually been deprived of command rights. The squadron and themselves must obey Fiona, the agent appointed by Beyelan, and Fiona, the agent appointed by Fiona.
The person in charge is Griffith and other Shutoral.
 The agent has been identified as Fiona. Although she has not yet become a formal noble, she has clear official orders and there is no higher-ranking leader. All the troops here must obey her orders.
Naturally, the urban defense army is not so easy to obey a young and beautiful girl, but just a few meters away from them, the extraordinary people headed by Griffith are staring at them.
The apprentice knights have just hanged some legionnaires. They are the real ones in charge, and their hands are warm.
Although they are only non-commissioned officers, with their high-level status as Beyonders and Fiona's assignment, they will exercise the command of each squadron. If the squadron leaders of the city defense army resist, in this camp, Griffith
Si and others will tear them to pieces.
"However, I heard that we faced three to four thousand rebels," a city defense squadron leader said hesitantly. "Even if we include the people from Beit Manor, the rebels are close to three times our number.
"
 “I heard their commander is Lance!”
 “He killed a thousand people!”
To be continued...