Iron Powder and Spellcasters

   Chapter 254 Judgment

  The trombone played the melody of victory, the cheers were deafening, and everyone rushed to see the hero's honor.

   More than 1,500 years ago, a grand [triumph] was being held in a magnificent city on the lower plain 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 started with a parade. Men and women in shackles and ragged clothes walked at the forefront, and the queue was so long that the end could not be seen.

   They are the captives, the vanquished, the trophies of the victorious, some of them will be executed, and the rest will be sold into slavery.

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

   Wagons laden with captured weapons, armor, pagan idols, and treasures of gold and silver walked behind the captives.

   These trophies are also a testament to the triumph of the triumphant.

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

  The members of the Senate, dressed in red-edged white robes, gold and iron rings, and slanted purple sashes, were the fourth sequence of the grand procession.

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

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

The    Grand Triumph is about to usher in a climax, and the triumphant will appear.

  The people shuddered with excitement, and everyone was intoxicated by the almost crazy and psychedelic atmosphere of the celebration

   Finally, the military tribunes riding high-headed horses and wearing red shirts stepped into the Eternal City with their heads held high.

   They wear laurel wreaths, the honor of the victorious.

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

  The people present couldn't help holding their breaths. The noisy square was terribly quiet, and people were waiting for the figure of the triumphant.

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

   Four white horses with no stray hair pulled a splendid chariot into the square.

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

   Cheers resounded like a tsunami, and frenzied shouts came from everyone's chest.

  The cheers will stop the clouds and reach the nine heavens, and the gods who are high in the holy mountain will also be awakened.

   But the triumphant had no expression.

   He was wearing a pure purple embroidered robe, and every pattern on it was sewn with gold thread, which was dazzling and dazzling.

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

   His face was painted red, and the crown of the main **** 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, 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 [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 mortals - mortal."

   After more than 1,500 years of this splendid triumph, far and far south of the Eternal City, a city called Gervoudan is also preparing for the triumph.

The protagonist of the    ceremony was naturally Winters Montagne, who had returned from victory.

  According to the rules, the triumphal ceremony should invite all the citizens of the city to have a feast. But Winters has always been thrifty and thrifty, so he saved.

  According to another rule, the Triumph should also give gifts to the whole city. But Winters had no money, so he saved it.

   Anyway, all the extravagant arrangements were eliminated by Winters.

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

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

   And this time, he dignifiedly defeated the crusade of the New Reclamation Corps and entered the city as a conqueror, and no one could question him again.

That's what    Winters wanted.

   He will declare his victory, he will tell everyone that the storm of the Legion did not destroy him, but made him stand firmer.

   If it is said that before this, the land allocated by Winters to the New Reclamation Corps 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 were enjoying the moment.

   They are the victors and they deserve to be applauded.

  The soldiers were not only enjoying the victory, but also being shocked by the "victory".

   The people of Gévordan were more shocked than the soldiers.

  Even in the ancient empires that are keen on conquest and celebration, citizens may never see a triumph in their lifetime, let alone the Gervodans who live on the edge of new reclaimed land today.

  The endless queue of prisoners, the seized ordnance filled with carriages, the beautifully captured military flags, the majestic cavalry... These things clung to the eyes of the Gervordans.

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

   Excited emotions are contagious. When in the whirlpool of fanaticism, it will be difficult for a person to remain rational.

  Some people from 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 all wear big hats and thin veils to cover their facial features.

   Despite this, Winters found Anna in the crowd at a glance.

   The two looked at each other, Anna smiled restrainedly, and saluted Winters gently.

  Winters longed to walk into the crowd, kiss Anna hard, pick her up amidst her screams, put her on a horse and take her away.

   He also winked at Anna restrainedly.

   I'm afraid the next scene will not be very good, he actually doesn't want Anna to be there.

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

   And so, Winters rode far.

  Anna 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 very happy.

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

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

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

   "Parade! Triumph! Celebration!" Catherine smiled happily: "Of course it's a celebration! 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 enclosed in a small area, some citizens stood in the back row in twos and threes, 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 part of feasting the whole city, so the triumphal ceremony ends with the presentation of prisoners and flags.

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

   The military flags that were regarded as sacred by the enemy fell into the dust like this, and each military flag represented at least one centenary being systematically destroyed.

   Every time a flag was thrown under the stage, the soldiers roared in unison, and the sound became louder than the sound, piercing the clouds and cracking stones, reaching the sky.

   Immediately afterwards, 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.

   Winters did not bring the four remaining officers of Vigne to publicly humiliate him, so he offered a simple prisoner, and the prisoner was spared his life and taken away.

   After the ceremony of presenting prisoners and flags, the emotions of the people in the square were still high.

   Winters signaled that Ciel could move on to the next stage.

  Ciel nodded and left quickly.

   After a while, Shire and Heinrich came with a group of prisoners with a group of prisoners - they were going to hold a public trial meeting without stopping.

   But most people are not afraid, but more excited.

  Many people in Gervoudan live in the city, but they actually live harder than farmers.

   They do not have the citizenship of Gervoudan, but because they have no land, they have to come to the city to make a living.

  Life is tired and boring, and watching the execution is a rare pastime.

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

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

  Ladies have to show mercy and compassion according to custom, so they all cover their eyes and look through their fingers.

   Not to mention that this time the city councillors made every effort to cooperate with Winters.

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

   "Huh? Isn't that my neighbor?" Someone shouted: "Ma Bubble Eyes?"

   "That...the one on the far left! Seems like my neighbor too!" another shouted.

   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 actually all Gervodins.

   There are not only those hooligans who are idle and not doing their jobs properly, but also those who are not running a business, living in slums, stealing chickens and dogs and doing odd jobs for a living.

  People were talking loudly, some doubted, some said "deserved", and some complained loudly.

   "Boom!"

   "Boom!"

   "Boom!"

   Three gunshots sounded in succession, and the crowd in the square was suddenly quiet.

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

   "There was a riot in Gervodin half a month ago." 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 only he is not stage fright.

The    square is very large, and the echo interference is serious.

   To make sure everyone could hear it, Winters put the words at long intervals: "These people have looted, set fire, and even murdered in that riot, and they have taken their stolen goods.

   They all had red ropes tied around their shoulders, so many thought it was my fighters who robbed and killed. So today, they will be tried by military law. "

   Winters' voice was loud and steady, and there was majesty and strength in the calm, and everyone could hear it clearly.

  The square was silent, many of whom were victims of that riot.

On the day when Don Juan led his troops to siege the city, the refugees outside the city and the hooligans in the city rioted. Many shops were smashed and looted, houses were torched, and even the Cathedral of Revoudin was first looted and then set on fire.

   This is why Lieutenant Colonel Moritz insisted on staying in Gervodin to stop the violence and quell the unrest.

   Winters continued to announce to the crowd in the square: "According to the Palatine military law, the military chief has all the powers of trial and adjudication.

  As the highest military chief of this county, I, Winters Montagne, Captain of the Army of the Republic of Palato, and member of the Military Resolution Committee, make the following judgment. "

   "Wounds and thieves, flogging, hard labor! Murderers, hang!" Winters glanced at the square: "Execute immediately! Gendarmerie! Send them to the gallows!"

   There was an exclamation in the square. The people of Revodan were mentally prepared, but they did not expect the means to be so violent.

  The city hall is next to the square. By the window on the second floor of the city hall, Catherine also exclaimed in a low voice and looked at her sister subconsciously.

  Anna bit her lips lightly, her eyes solemn.

   "Justice and trial." Catherine held her sister's hand and whispered, "It's not a murder."

   Scarlett nodded again and again.

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

   was sentenced to death in one sentence, and some prisoners were so frightened that they fainted on the spot, and some prisoners became incontinent, kneeling and begging for mercy.

   Even the prisoner cried out, "Sir! I'm not a soldier! I'm not!"

   "We are not soldiers! We shouldn't be subject to military law!" Immediately, the prisoners with vivid brains followed and pleaded: "My lord! Let the Court of Gévordan try us! I beg you!"

   Winters strode over to the prisoner, and he amplified the sound of the prisoner by amplifying the vibrations of the nearby air using amplifying.

   "You're not a soldier?" Winters asked.

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

   "Then why did you tie a red rope around your shoulders?"

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

   Without Winters to signal, Heinrich gave the prisoner a hard elbow.

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

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

   The prisoner had a wooden sign on his body saying what crime he had committed, so Winters could tell at a glance what kind of scum it was.

   "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 nodded desperately.

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

   The prisoner did not speak.

  Heinrich immediately dragged the prisoner to the noose.

   "Accept!" 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 **** were both first-class felonies, and death was no faster than hanging.

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

   Winters didn't talk nonsense. He directly ordered all the prisoners: "Among you, not soldiers, but those who confessed. Take a step forward! If you are not soldiers, it will be handed over to the Gervodin court for trial."

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

   "Yes! I will hand you over to the Gervodin court!"

   The prisoners breathed a sigh of relief, and several prisoners fell to the ground limply.

   "Gendarmerie!" Winters ordered: "Come up the judge of Gervodin."

  Tierfeng County is located in the frontier of Palatu and uses customary law all year round. Statutes are rare and mostly tax-related.

   Therefore, the judges of Gervodin are elected by the citizens with civil rights. They are elected every four years, and three people are elected at a time.

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

  An old man in Qingzhuang in his sixties walked tremblingly onto the execution platform.

  The old man was well-dressed, showing that he was 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." The old man answered bravely.

   "Their cases are yours."

   "Yes." Judge Heifetz was also a little embarrassed: "The Gervoudan court is very small, I am afraid it will take... a long time."

   "Don't bother." Winters narrowed his eyes: "Pretending to be a soldier to commit a crime, how should it be sentenced according to customary law?"

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

   "Please speak up."

  The old judge cleared his throat: "Pretending to be a soldier and committing a crime! Let 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 into the abyss in the blink of an eye.

   "According to military law." Winters swept over the prisoners coldly: "Wounding criminals, whipping, hard labor! Murder and arson, behead! Immediate execution!"

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

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

   It is too late for a death row prisoner to hang his corpse and leave the whole body, and those prisoners who were sentenced to flogging and hard labor are full of joy, glad that they did not commit a serious crime.

   The screaming death row inmate was dragged abruptly to the tree stump.

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

   As soon as the cannon sounded, the prisoners on the stage were decapitated, and then the next group of people was dragged up.

   "I want to do my dying confession! Your lord! Have mercy!" A death row inmate struggled and screamed: "I want to see a priest! Find me a priest!"

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

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

   On the execution platform, blood was everywhere. Thick blood dripped to the ground through the gaps in the wooden boards.

  The Revodans in the square only felt dry mouth and cold hands and feet. They felt both joy and fear.

   Where have they seen this kind of killing method?

   On weekdays, a single hanging is enough to talk about for half a year, but now twelve heads have been cut off on the execution platform, and the prisoners are still being dragged up.

In the phalanx of the    army, the soldiers were also watching silently - Winters was not only killing the citizens, but also his soldiers.

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

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

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

   Old Priskin's eldest son died young, leaving only one son behind, and his younger son was unbearable.

   So old Priskin pinned his hopes on the eldest grandson, but he did not expect the eldest grandson to be more troublesome than the younger 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 beheading of the first prisoners, the whipping of the whipping.

   Winters nodded, and the second group of prisoners was pulled up.

   The citizens of Gervodin did not know the second group of prisoners, but the soldiers on the square were surprised because they knew these people.

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

  If the first inmates were disposed of as Winters wished.

   The treatment of the second batch of prisoners is a real "public trial".

   Winters, Mason, Judge Heifetz, and a soldier's representative formed the temporary court.

  The soldier on trial is allowed to defend himself and to present evidence, just like an ordinary trial.

   Killing a few felons is just an appetizer.

   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.

   Military courts are nothing new, but only military officers can enjoy the treatment of legal trials.

   Soldiers are not eligible to go to court-martial, and soldiers who violate the order and commit crimes have no "protection".

   In wartime, the centurion can directly execute ordinary soldiers; in non-wartime, the brigade 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 and heavy sentences.

  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.

  There is no written military law with clear regulations. No matter how hard Winters tries, he will at best get a better old army.

   Thus, the first written military law in the history of this continent was born in the hands of Winters Montagne.

   Bud, who had the best literary talent, was not present, and several officers present did not have good literary talent.

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

  This start-up military law strictly demarcates the boundaries between law enforcement and judicial powers:

   Gendarmerie can enforce the law, they can arrest soldiers, officers;

   But trials and prosecutions must be referred to military courts;

  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 military court at the regiment level is responsible for the trial of minor crimes, and the serious crimes are referred to the high military court at the level of the regiment;

  Only rare occasions are military chiefs allowed to execute soldiers directly without trial—for example, in the face of war, mutiny.

   The military commander at the company level 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.

   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.

   About the question of post-war looting, Winters has thought about it for a long time.

  Most of the time, soldiers robbed because they couldn’t live without robbing—not enough food, and years of arrears.

   If you don't loot, the 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 reduces the supply pressure virtually.

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

   "Penalty" volume strictly stipulates the scope of light sentences and heavy sentences. To put it simply, the following are all light sentences, including the most common extra manual 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.

   And the public trial on the Place de Gervodin is the first practice of the Code of Military Justice.

  The soldiers who took advantage of the chaos and looting pleaded guilty one by one and fell under the law. Their land was deprived and they were sentenced to death.

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

   Therefore, 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 did not plead guilty, insisting that they were not soldiers; but when the soldier with the same arrow as them testified, the sophistry would be pointless.

   deserters have no room for commutation, hang.

   This was the first time that the Military Code came into effect, and Winters toughened his heart and issued the hanging order.

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

   Winters watched their bodies fall naturally, and were suddenly pulled by the noose.

   Their neck bones could not withstand such a great 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 result, it is nothing more than a death.

   But in terms of process, these deaths may be of great significance.

   Winters sighed deeply in his heart. He faced the soldiers and read the Military Code 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 stern but fair 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 the written military law, and it is probably the first time they have heard that military discipline is so "good".

  The army does not rob or disturb the civilian population, and they are most happy to see it. 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 on the stage reading the code, a glimmer of hope surged in the hearts of Gervoudan—perhaps so.

  The first edition of the Military Code was publicly 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 step.

  It was so quiet on the Place de Gervodin that a needle could be heard falling to the ground.

   "For the blood wolf!" Tamas, the former acting centurion and now the first company commander of the Tiefeng County Infantry Regiment, suddenly blushed: "Three times!"

   "wooah! wooah!" Tamas shouted to guide.

   "Uukhai!" The soldiers followed.

   "wooah! wooah!" Other company commanders and sergeants followed Tamas's chest and guided the crowd.

   "Uukhai!" The cry was 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 one had never received more than 1,500 years ago.

   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.

   Things are not over yet, there are still a group of people who need to clean up.

  Heinrich ordered the third group of prisoners to get 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 Gervodin, including six city councillors and the grandson of the old Priskin.

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

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

   Winters also noticed the little commotion 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 with tears: "I, Priskin John, on behalf of all the citizens of Gervodin, would like to nominate Captain Winters Montagne. Military tribune officer for Tiefeng County!"

   Winters smirked.

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

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

   They don’t actually know what [tributor] means, but everyone is shouting enthusiastically, 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 Senior Mason were booing and shouting.

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

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

  The military tribunal is between the legion commander and the centurion, neither big nor small, just suitable for the scale of the iron peak county.

   Old Priskin's mind, how could he not know? 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 was 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 elect 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 elect Gerald's Bud as a military tribunal at the same time!"

   "Tribune!!" The atmosphere reached its peak.

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

   Old Priskin's smile froze on his face.

  The seventeen Gervoudan gentlemen were taken to the execution platform with trembling fear.

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

   "Kneel down." Winters said coldly.

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

   Winters drew his saber and placed it on little Mr. Priskin's shoulder.

   Old Priskin's eyes darkened and he nearly fainted.

   Winters said unhurriedly: "You have secretly communicated with the New Reclamation Corps, passed news, and also planned to attack the city gate and help my enemy capture Gervodan."

   Little Priskin couldn't even speak, he was like a sieve and wept bitterly.

"I respect loyalty, so I don't blame you." Winters didn't use amplifying: "After all, your allegiance was to the New Reclamation Corps at that time, and I was the garrison officer myself, and I never asked you to take an oath of allegiance. But From this perspective, you are still my enemies, and I still want to kill you."

   Some of the seventeen people cried.

   "So I'll give you a chance." Winters paused: "Pledge allegiance to me."

   He never intended to kill in Gervodin. It is easy to kill seventeen people, but it is difficult to rule Gervodin.

  Little Priskin grabbed Winters' saber and swore by kissing hard, not caring that his palm was cut by a sharp blade.

  Others also rolled and crawled over and followed suit.

   Winters sheathed his sword, pulled little Priskin from the ground, and said casually, "There's only one chance."

   Little Priskin shuddered, tears welling in his eyes, and nodded desperately.

   "Don't cry." Winters patted old Priskin's grandson on the shoulder, raised the latter's hand, and waved to the crowd in the square with a smile: "Laugh!"

   Little Priskin held back the tears from his eyes.

The people in the square couldn't hear what they were saying, but saw the new tribune put his sword on the shoulders of the old Mr. Priskin's grandson, pull the latter up again, and wave at the square.

   They saw Mr. Priskin Jr. laughing, and they were very happy.

   "Centurion, what are you doing?" In front of the execution stand, Peter [Short] Bunir whispered to Tamas.

"What centurion? It's called a company commander!" Tamas actually didn't know what he was doing, but because of his face, he had to answer: "I don't understand this? Can you name a knight! Hey, the centurion is true. Why seal it to an outsider first?"

   "Tribune!" Tamas roared again to cheer him up.

   He didn't know what the word meant, he thought it was a new battle cry or a cheering slogan.

   His voice went down, and the soldiers of his company also shouted, and finally everyone in the square shouted.

   One after another, the "Public Officials" resounded in the sky again.

Amid the deafening cheers, Ciel ran over and said distressedly, "Brother, it seems that it's impossible not to invite everyone to have a good meal today..."

   [Sorry for being late today. Because it is a two-in-one chapter, it has been written until now]

   [Military tribunes are similar to lieutenants. Wherever they need to go, and how many people they command depends on the arrangement of the army commander. This position is higher than the centurion and lower than the commander of the legion. It is usually the first position for a young Roman nobleman or a senator to enter the army]

   [As for the tribune, that is another matter]

   [With regard to military law, the "military law" in the modern sense came out at the end of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries. The army does not have to loot. If you can pay your bills on time and give you enough food and drink, the soldiers don't have to loot. During the siege of Riga in 1621, Gustav II promulgated the "Regulations of War", which is the origin of the modern written military law of this plane]

   [Gustav II was also deeply troubled by the plundering habits of his soldiers, which were too damaging to combat effectiveness. Before the battle is won, the soldiers are thinking about how to grab more things to go and where to go to scrape more spoils]

   [Simply don’t rob, whoever robs will be hanged. There are better ways to get supplies from captured areas without the inefficient mode of looting. So Gustav II's soldiers had a reputation for good manners (relatively speaking), which was especially rare in those days]

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