Iron Powder and Spellcasters

  Chapter 506 Rebuilding the Country (22)

   Thanell Caroy's face was blue and his teeth were gritted.

  Skool's question, he couldn't answer. Even if some excuses can be found, his words will be drowned in the scolding from all directions, and there will be no waves.

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

   "No one can judge me!"

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

  Like a dying beast, monstrous resentment and anger gushed out from Sanel's eyes, and he yelled hysterically: "No one!"

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

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

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

  A one-eyed military police officer immediately entered the courtroom and strode up to Thanel Caroy.

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

  The former government army colonel instantly lost the ability to speak, and blood rushed to his head, making his face look sickly rosy. His upper body curled up instinctively because of the severe pain.

  Most of the free men failed to notice the action of the one-eyed officer. They only saw the running dog of Red Rose who was still mad just now, and suddenly fell silent.

   Even if a few free men were aware of it, they chose to applaud the one-eyed officer's clean blow.

   After properly handling the unexpected situation, the one-eyed officer helped Colonel Sanel, who had "recovered his composure," back to the trial seat, and then led two military policemen to stand behind the trial seat at close range to prevent the subject from going mad again.

  Colonel Scull rapped the gavel, bringing silence back to the Great Chamber.

   "Thanell Carroy." Colonel Scull asked icily: "Do you have any objection to my statement of your crime?"

   "Crime?" Sanel panted with difficulty, obviously not recovering from the heavy punch just now.

   Even so, he couldn't help laughing when he heard Skool Mecklen say: "The only crime I've committed is losing a battle—and that's my crime!"

   "Scribe, record." Colonel Skool was as ruthless as a stone: "The interrogator has no objection to the content of the indictment."

"Enough!" Sanel couldn't take it anymore, he slammed into the fence again, and roared: "I lost the battle! There is nothing to say! Want my life? Give me A sword, I do it myself! But—but don't insult me ​​with this **** circus thing!"

  He stared at the same period on the judge's bench, gritted his teeth and begged: "Skool Mecklen, if you still have a little classmate friendship in your heart, please give me a happy!"

  The one-eyed officer immediately led his men forward, but was pushed back by Colonel Skool's gesture.

"On the battlefield, I will not show mercy to you, just as you will not show mercy to mine." Colonel Skool replied in a deep voice: "But this is not a battlefield, this is a court. I have no right to let you live, nor let you die."

There was a ripple of pity in the center of Colonel Scull's black pupils like a deep pool, but that was all: "Thanell Carroy, I told you from the beginning that your fate will be determined by all the free people present. People decide together.”

"Fuck you! Skool! Fuck you!" Sanel was furious, and once again rushed to the judge's seat, almost pulling the heavy chain into a stick in the air: "Why don't you just kill me? Why? Humiliate me?!"

   Colonel Scull tapped the gavel, and the one-eyed officer immediately understood, and once again subdued Sanel.

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

He glared furiously at the spectators who pretended to be tigers: "You! You accomplices of the New Reclamation Legion! Slaves! Domestic animals! You are also worthy to judge me?! None of you have the right to judge me! No one! No one!! "

  Sarnel responded with a cry of righteous indignation: "Hang him!"

   "Hang him!" More and more free men joined in: "Hang him!"

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

   Colonel Scull stood up, picked up the mallet, and slammed it heavily on the base. He hit harder and harder each time, so that the last knock even made a sound of gold and iron.

   "Silence!" Scull Mecklen yelled with furious eyebrows.

   It was as if the first ray of sunlight pierced the dawn, and the Great Council Hall fell silent in a blink of an eye.

   Colonel Scull tapped the gavel again, and announced loudly: "The court investigation is over, take the person under trial away."

  The one-eyed officer and the military police raised their hands in salute, and then escorted Sanel Karoy out of the large chamber.

  The free people on the stepped seats looked at each other, at a loss.

  …

  In the seating area of ​​Iron Peak County, "Fatty" Nandor was also puzzled.

   "What's going on? How did you bring him down?" Nandor tried his best to lower his voice, and asked the old Dusak next to him in puzzlement: "Is it possible that this is the end? Don't you want to pronounce a sentence?"

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

   "Damn it." Nandor curled his lips, and muttered in extreme disappointment: "For a long time, the chief of Baishan County turned out to be a **** shit-hard head. It really can't be compared with Your Excellency Blood Wolf."

  Girard gave the neighbor a sideways look in surprise, but finally endured it, and did not ask "What does Winters Montagne look like to you?"

  …

  On the judge's bench, Colonel Scull Mecklen looked majestically at the whispering free people, knocked on the gavel again, and ordered in a stern voice: "Bring the second group of interrogators to court!"

  …

   "What? There's a 'second group'?" Nandor turned pale with shock, "Who else is going to be interrogated?"

  Gillard stared at the main entrance of the Grand Council Hall, and squeezed out a sentence from between his lips: "I don't know—but it definitely can't be Xiaoxiami."

  …

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

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

   Those who walk in front are tall, majestic, with sharp eyebrows and tiger eyes, and they are not angry and majestic;

  The person walking behind was thin and haggard. Although he looked younger than the former, his temples had no less gray hair than the former.

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

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

  But most of the free people in the new lands did not have such insight. They only saw two more school officials being brought into the big meeting hall.

  In Zhuwangbao, the school officer may not be considered a big shot.

   But in the province of New Reclamation, field officers are well-known "lords", "blue sky" and "rulers" in all counties.

  However, no matter which county they are free men, they feel very strange to the two school officials in front of them.

   "Interviewee." Colonel Skool's voice came from the judge's seat: "State your identities."

The two school officers who were brought into the large meeting hall looked at each other, and the tall, elderly school officer took half a step and replied politely: "We don't recognize the legitimacy of this trial, but we can Tell you, our identity."

   "The commander of the Sixth Army Corps, Colonel." The tall, elderly colonel looked up at the group of free men: "Nagy Modaki."

  Hearing "the head of the Sixth Legion", all free people who understand the meaning of this position can't help but take a breath.

   The Battle of the Wailing Valley To this day, there is still quite a lot of information that has not been disclosed.

The free people only knew that it was a great victory that destroyed the three legions of the Great Council of the Fortress of Kings—the unilateral propaganda of the coalition forces. High-level officers were also captured by the coalition forces of the four counties.

  After the tall officer finished his statement, the skinny officer also took a step forward.

  "Army major." The thin and dry lips of the officer squirmed, and he reported his family in a depressed manner: "Alder Felt."

  Free people from other counties whispering—Alder Felt? Why haven't you heard of it?

  Only the free people in Maple Stone City suddenly realized.

"What you said is not accurate enough, Major Felt." Colonel Scull said unceremoniously: "You are not just any 'Major of the Army', you are a 'Major of the Inter-Provincial Army, Alder Felt' !"

   Colonel Scull stood up, looked down at Major Felt sternly, and his voice resounded through the large chamber: "You are not an officer of the Platonic Army at all! You are an officer of the Inter-Provincial Army—you are an Inter-Provincial!"

  The free people in the new land were in an uproar.

   [must win]

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

  (end of this chapter)