"Carl was caught?"

In the conference room, Haiyan said in surprise. He knew that this person was also a very outstanding comrade.

Although he is a low-ranking maritime family, he is a senior member of the organization and is deeply trusted by the organization...

But unexpectedly, the other party was caught now?

"Is this news true?"

Haiyan asked solemnly.

At the beginning, Carl made him lose his way and realize what he should do.

Just in this relationship, it is not too much for him to call the other party as a mentor.

As he said that, his eyes looked at the middle of the hall, the convener of the meeting, Patton.

"It's confirmed..." Patton said, shaking his head, "He was intercepted by the enemy in his previous operations..."

When he got the news, he was a little surprised that this was not the "script" they arranged.

Judging from some collected information...

The person who caught him was most likely a "deep blue guard".

This was also confirmed from Mr. Collin before the meeting began...

However, it is somewhat incomprehensible that a "deep blue guard" was dispatched to capture a low-level maritime family.

But soon they discovered some clues...

This is likely to be a secret arrangement of the "Eye of All Consciousness".

The purpose is also very obvious, which is to strengthen the resentment between the two sides through Carl's death and further arouse the rising conflicts.

but...

In the face of the "Eye of All Knowledge", one-sided arrangements were made.

Mr. Colin does not allow it.

After a pause, Patton continued: "It has been received that they will publicly execute Carl tomorrow afternoon and be executed by a team of high-ranking sea clans..."

"Is it the 'Deep Blue Guard'?" Haiyan asked.

If it were the "Deep Blue Guard", it would be almost impossible to save people from them...

But fortunately, Patton gave him a good result.

"It's not... the 'Deep Blue Guard' will not be dispatched, it's just a group of newly transferred senior personnel."

Patton pondered for a while, and he felt that the priest seemed to have realized something wrong behind the matter.

So instead of sending "Deep Blue Guards", some high-ranking maritime families were allowed to execute the execution...

In a sense, this seems to show that the priest did not want to kill this Carl?

Because tomorrow's public executions will be punished.

With some high-ranking maritime families alone, they could not stop them from saving people.

Even as long as Patton himself, he could calm a large area of ​​ordinary high-ranking sea clans.

However, the clan elders who knew there was a problem here had no intention of sending more powerful people over...

This also made them more convinced that when a conflict broke out on the execution platform tomorrow, it was the time for war to break out.

No matter whether it is time or anything else, they will never have the chance to delay it until the day after tomorrow.

Everyone realized this.

Then, now is the time to prepare.

"Start the allocation of military supplies from now on... we must ensure that by tomorrow, each of our teams will have enough weapons."

Patton pondered for a few seconds and said.

They are not survivors, they do not have independent storage space with unlimited loads, nor do they have unlimited transmission channels...

Although the empire will provide them with weapons supply points as much as possible, non-combatants will not be able to follow them on the front line.

So there is a limit on equipment and other equipment...

Fortunately, they are many people, and even the low-ranking sea clans have not particularly poor physical fitness.

There is no problem with bringing more than ten kilograms of supplies per person.

In addition, the Empire provided enough artillery types, so they could hide a large number of weapons and equipment in advance in the spare location.

In this way, even if the ammunition is exhausted, they can temporarily change the array point and obtain full military supplies.

At this time, Patton and the others quickly formulated and established a combat plan.

In this regard, there are also help from the Imperial professionals.

Although survivors have basically escaped the influence of supply lines due to the function of parchment rolls.

However, their long history of war and a lot of experience can still provide a lot of advanced knowledge and help.

And until now, they have emergency plans to ensure that if over-distance transmission is disturbed, a supply team can follow the rear.

When some key and necessary, you can also exchange materials through prayer by sacrifice of a large amount of gold...

However, due to the high cost, it is generally not easy to use.

At this time, when the plans were clear, everyone stopped staying, but quickly left here and took action separately.

There are only a dozen hours before tomorrow's execution, so they must hurry up and make their final preparations.

"It's a pity that there is no chariot or something here, otherwise we could build a high-level and stable territory directly on the spot."

A survivor who was stationed here together couldn't help but sigh.

If there is a special building here, then if nothing else, at least there will be no big problem with running away.

But unfortunately, there are no such items in this racial territory...

This is also the edge of this "airdrop". No one has arrived in the entire Northern Continental region.

But the problem is not very big. If there is really any big trouble, the little girl will come to help them get out of danger...

Probably?

For that little girl, they always feel that there is a little bit that is not that reliable...

Without worrying about the corresponding issues, everyone is performing the tasks in their hands as much as possible, waiting for the final time to arrive little by little.

Finally, after a long ten hours, a large number of low-ranking sea clans spontaneously arrived at the execution platform in advance.

The dense crowd looked at the high platform soaked with dark red and sticky.

The executions that have occurred on it over the past few days have made the platform dark red and sticky, and you may be tripped by the slippery blood if you are not careful.

The rich stench from the blood and the broken limbs seemed to be physical, making people feel a little breathless.

The heavy shackles made Carl unable to walk too fast. He walked calmly on the slippery steps, proudly raising his head and chest, as if he was not going to die.

This made the high-ranking sea clans around him feel dissatisfied.

In their opinion, a most despicable creature should be wailing, begging, and crying before the fear brought by death.

Instead of being so proud, like a saint who is going to die!

"Hurry up and go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, with a bang, he whipped the thorns on Calder's quilt and hung some minced meat.

But he was unmoved and walked up to the platform step by step.

Then, standing in front of the huge guillotine.

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Chapter completed!