After leaving McClun, Gulion quickly walked out of the door and caught up with the chief judge who had previously announced the adjournment of the trial.
Seeing the ferocious expression, the other four judges nearby quickly walked away knowingly.
They could guess some of the story, but they didn't want to get involved.
When the four people walked away, Gulion stared into the eyes of the chief judge and said through gritted teeth, "What do you mean?"
The old man raised his cloudy pupils.
Perhaps because of his old age, there was not much fear in his eyes. He just stared at Gulion twice, and then said in a slow and firm voice.
"General Gurion, I am just a colonial judge, not a soldier under your command. I have no reason to explain my work to you. If you are not satisfied with my ruling, you can complain to the City of Triumph and ask them to change it.
A professional judge is here."
The judiciary in the legion has a certain degree of independence. It belongs to neither the officer system nor the civilian system, but belongs to the supervisory system of the "praetorian guard". That is, it is directly responsible to the marshal.
Our discussion was so loud that we dared to let the Weirant people inside hear it.
It’s not just the Weirant people who treat us as human beings.
However, because the marshals and the Praetorian Guards did not intervene in the specific affairs of the legion and only exercised supervisory power, with loyalty as an important assessment factor, the Praetorian Guards did not develop into a factional interest group.
That's broken. Now it's up to the Southern Army to add evidence to prove the accusations we made about the "eight counts of betrayal."
Looking at the people who were kneeling and worshiping, Gulion showed a humility on his face that he loved his people like a son, and he lifted his hands downwards.
Knowing why his boss suddenly changed his mind, the officer didn't ask any questions and just gave a respectful military salute.
The officer who stopped turned around and asked respectfully.
I originally planned to implement the plan I stated at the war meeting step by step and encroach on the land of Borneo Province bit by bit through vassalization.
And that day, a handsome man, about seventeen or eighteen years old, Nuanian, walked back there, looking right and left casually, as if he was looking for someone.
Gong Hongchen said patiently if he was in the mood to deal with this thing.
"I understand... I'm sorry, it was you who made the decision."
A hint of embarrassment arose in Penny's heart that her thoughts had been seen through, and two clusters of red clouds rose involuntarily on her cheeks.
McClung finally realized that he had done something stupid, even stupider than assassinating this guy outside the prison...but it was not too late to say that now.
"General, Gong Hongchen, the crown prince of the Gong Hong Empire, has not arrived yet. He is now outside the military camp... Do you want me to come over there, or do you want me to wait outside?"
After seeing all these ups and downs, as an old person, I always feel that whether it is Lassi or Abu Saik, it is a matter of course.
Especially when the eyes of the surrounding people are focused on that place, the blessing in their eyes makes you even more embarrassed to say anything.
The local legions do not have a monopoly on judicial power in their own territories, so they are happy to cooperate with the judges from Triumph City to achieve some exchanges of interests.
I saw a group of high-caste servants carrying brooms, kneeling on the ground in shock and grabbing the ground with their heads.
"You salute General! You need soldiers like you!"
"Yes..." The officer was stunned, but he still gave a military salute and walked neatly towards the door.
On the other side, General McClung was outside the court lounge, truthfully reporting what happened outside the court to the general staff of the Southern Army.
A few mouths and a few specious doubts are enough to accuse the Southern Army of plotting the Akbar massacre, even if Abu Saik does not come forward in person.
On the outside, the people of Weiland are like dogs wagging their tails. A submissive person is looked down upon by others, but he has the law to convince others, and in the end he can only be marginalized by the entire system.
At this point, even if we wanted to withdraw the lawsuit, it was too late.
These humble kings, these smooth-talking family members, even ourselves... no one is like this?
The door opened, and my confidant came back. "Don't you have any instructions?"
For the sake of personal career, some judges usually choose to "cling" to some other interest groups and leave the triumphal city with a broad path for advancement to go to the colonies to develop their own careers.
"General McClung, you care about the grievances within or between them, and you also care about providing them with some great help under the law."
Once we withdraw the lawsuit, the civil servants in Triumph City will definitely give up, and they will immediately launch a countersuit, send the Southern Army to the dock, and ask us to provide an explanation as the defendant... At this time, it will only be worse than now.
More passive.
In response to this showy look, the staff member looked at me with a strange expression and then nodded.
Looking at the presiding judge who turned against him, McClun's eyes narrowed slightly.
"...What are you using your side for?" What on earth did I betray?
In addition, as the size of the legion expands, fewer and fewer settlements and colonies are developed, and the "business scope" of the legion's judicial system is no longer limited to core settlements such as Triumph City.
Jobs were released as the territory expanded.
"He's always dead, how come these 'bandits' didn't kill his entire family!"
"Everyone, please excuse yourself. You are here to discuss nothing important with your friends in the Guards. They are continuing to do their work. You want to neglect your friends." "Let me come back and see you."
you."
"Get back."
And this is what really makes me sad. These seemingly stupid ideas that my compatriots can come up with are also the reasons why the Borneo people are treated casually.
Although I was vague in my mind, and what I said was more like a piece of cake that smelled delicious, I also suspected that as long as I gave up the pursuit of the truth, the truth would eventually surface.
The sun will indeed rise as usual, but it is rare and special to turn day into night out there. At that time, an officer walked up to General McClung and whispered loudly.
The man's face turned red when he was stung, but he grasped the key point, and half a day ago he held back a retort that made people think.
Only in this way can we live like human beings despite being stupid and living in a muddle-headed way.
After all, the early legions were all soldiers and their families, and there were no other professionals. Before the court completed the trial, it was basically left to Jin Gong Hong to arrest people, and all those arrested were soldiers.
I know very little about natural science, and I am an expert in a certain field.
"I'm from the snake tribe! What kind of thing are the Borneos?"
The lower level didn't want me to interfere in that matter.
"Your name is Gurion Weijun, and you are the crown prince of the Weijun Empire... You are here to see General Gong Hongchen, and you heard that I am there!
The civil servants in Triumph City are dumb and deaf. If we really have any evidence that is weak enough, we will have to wait until this pangolin returns before presenting it.
But it is always missing.
"You understand the basic situation, go about your business."
General McClung's Adam's apple moved, and he lowered his head and said respectfully.
"Unfortunately, the evidence you have is too thin, and you only rely on your belief that there is a law to convict a person or a group of people. But I promise you that you will give up the appeal, and you and the people in front of you will also...
····No one of the 8,000 human lives must be accounted for. Whether it is the person who set the fire, the person who instigated it, or the person who handed the torch, we will all be judged justice in the end!"
I took a deep breath, calmed down my anxious expression, and coughed towards the door.
"You said you'd let me go for two days and let me go." "That's what he said after that." The communication was hung up.
What I wanted to do was preempted.
On the other side, in the courtroom where cheers and applause were ringing, the officers and soldiers of the Southern Legion had not left the table in a hurry, and they wanted to stay there for a moment.
Maybe he has a bad mentality.
What if I return to Triumph City alive?
I can even imagine that you will be worried a lot afterwards.
After all, you have a relatively petite personality. You slowly raised your head and stared into these eyes.
Boomerangs are flying all over the sky. Both are the same disaster. "Wait a minute."
However, the old man just nodded slightly and left from the corridor.
How did a hero who saved more than two hundred Wilant survivors become what we call a traitor?
And these cold and excited citizens walked away before the boiling applause and cheers, hugged the pangolin who walked into the dock, and patted me on the shoulder coldly.
The staff member was stunned for a moment, staring at the man for many years suspiciously, with obvious suspicion written in his eyes.
"Little man, the prince of the Guards has found his way to the court from the military camp. I seem to be determined to see you."
Without saying a word, there are indeed few people in Weiland who work at the court and the post office, which really opens our eyes to the world for us who come from the countryside.
Stretching out your soft index finger, you straightened my collar carefully.
"Bad! Bro!"
Seeing that the villain had any instructions, General McClung asked anxiously.
Moreover, these methods are not less good or bad. The bottom line of people of all ethnic groups is indeed the same, and that is also determined by many reasons such as culture and nationality.
"Well, go slow!"
"He will tell you later that your battlefield is in the City of Triumph. You have to correct him."
But as soon as I walked to the door, McClung suddenly stopped me again.
McClun's face turned red with anger and he stared at the old man.
Yes.
Just when the prince of the empire finally met the "old friend" of the empire with an uneasy mood, far under the boundary of Mammoth State in the northeastern corner of Borneo Province, a war that decided the fate of the empire finally came to an end.
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"Why is he showing off? He still thinks he is a noble!"
"Are you extreme? Look at him, he is extreme! Just kill him, no matter what excuse you want! Just chop off your head, there is no point in taking so much trouble!"
Or civilization itself.
"Oh, no matter what, look at that judge's career as a judge."
"He is a fool. You and the commander of the Tire Army both think badly of him, but it is a bad thing to act on your own, especially because his foolishness may make you passive." The zoo is more like a circus.
The warlord responds to people's indifference and calms our emotions at the same time.
It will be a disaster no matter who wins.
We waited aside for a long time, and finally the boring trial was over.
However, any transaction requires an equal exchange.
"yes······"
The empire hasn't turned into such a ghost yet. I know why that guy can still laugh, and I understand that there is nothing wrong with him.
When all the idealists come out from the stage, the final battle is between the hypocrites and the true adults.
I should be stupid enough to share the worries of these little people.
"What he did was too extreme, and his reasons convinced everyone! He had to be more tactful, for example, first give me 20 lashes, pour burning cold sand out of my throat, put a clamp under my eyelids to wake me up for a few days, and after struggling, I said it was okay.
If you let me speak again, please ensure that I am not unfairly wronged, and that I will find a reason!"
Gong Hongchen let out a long breath and threw the busy phone back under the table, feeling that his back was not yet soaked with sweat.
I love that land more than anyone else, and I hope I am wrong more than anyone else.
Maybe I'm too pessimistic.
"Can't I take you to see General McClung now?"
Thinking about it calmly, what impact does the life and death of a captain really have?
I even couldn't help but curse Saifan Port. Did this insidious old fox remind me earlier?
After walking behind my desk, the officer reported in a serious voice.
The chief of general staff smiled lightly.
"Those bastards... have actually done so many dirty things behind their backs!
There were two old men in front of me, looking like they were my servants in their humble manner.
"Outside is the sacred court, where idlers must retreat."
Or a true hero who can combine the power of heaven and earth and be able to turn things around on his own.
"...The Weiland people are fighting against Rina, and Rina will be able to resolve the case!"
"...It's a pity that he is, he is a Borneo. He can only imagine a Borneo man with a very low nose sitting there and feeling that the entire wasteland is like this."
The reason for such a design also has a certain origin in the formation of the legion system.
"Let's not even try to close the lid!" McClung's expression froze.
That bill has always been implemented in the City of Triumph, and the farther away it is, the higher the efficiency of implementation.
Macron promised me that as long as I listened to him, he would help me become the junior judge of all the colonies in Borneo.
Seeing that I had said something, the chief judge knew that he had guessed correctly again, so he laughed and said.
However, it is hard to say whether this can be called hope.
"He also said later that the water behind that case was so deep!"
The staff passing by quickly noticed us, walked over to us, and said patiently.
There was hesitation written in these clear eyes, so much so that the battlefield atmosphere team watching you held their breath involuntarily.
"...That's your war."
Looking at the staff who turned to leave, Gulion said with a smile.
"Thank you for saving your wife and children."
"Using legal means to get rid of the emissaries of the civil servant group" is completely a foolish interpretation on my part.
Seeing that no one wanted to kick him out, the old man's face turned red and he glared at the staff member.
The people kneeling on the ground reluctantly stood up.
Of course, there is nothing evil about those little-nosed rules, but it is indeed difficult to find a judge who is both morally and highly respected, and who is also good at wagging his tail to seek evil.
These are tears of excitement.
And justice will be meaningless.
It was at that moment that I suddenly came back to my senses and fully understood the meaningful words that General Xifan said to me...
In our opinion, this judge is indeed a bit amateurish, and he is also dignified enough. He is far more decisive and domineering than the nobles of the Guards, and even more decisive and domineering than the next baroness.
"...Which sentence is it?"
Did I keep you waiting for too long? "Yes."
In a sense, that is one of the reasons why "the law changes after it leaves the Triumph City."
The only problem is that those little noses are too bad-minded and do things in a roundabout way.
What is the Southern Army preparing for?
The noisy court finally ended, and people left the jury box with satisfaction. When everyone left, several local laborers also walked back carrying garbage bags and brooms.
As a result, my mind went cold and I did such a stupid thing - when the evidence was sufficient, I took the initiative to initiate the trial in the name of the Southern Army. "Greetings, Your Majesty!"
The moment he heard those words, McClun was stunned for a few seconds. After a while, a drop of hot sweat appeared on his forehead and he raised his head.
And just when I was about to ask for my identification, there were sudden flapping sounds next to me.
As if satisfied with my repentance, a voice of opposition came from the other end of the communication channel.
"Okay...he's waiting for you outside. Go and ask for him."
"A captain's influence affects a small situation, and he is also responsible for the affairs of Triumph City. Faced with the criticism of the civil servant group, you naturally have no plan of your own. As for him, it is enough to complete the task entrusted to him by the commander of the Tire Army.
You care more about his performance on the battlefield, but more about his performance on the battlefield."
Compared with the title of a minor judge, the price I have to pay for this is too expensive.
The chief judge responded without courtesy, "What is he doing here?"
"Don't even think about leaving you alone, let alone carry all the trouble on your own shoulders!"
"Are you...are you in the north?! Why are you here?!
The loyal ones will die first, then the sunken ones, and then the cunning ones.
Warlander squeezed his way out of the crowd, walked down and gave you a small hug.
If you make a small fuss and do something bad, you will alert the Marshal...
"Whether it is the Triumph City or Akbar, you will stand side by side with him."
Gong Hongchen wondered for a moment what the general staff meant, so he asked cautiously.
Although many officers, including Ross, did not take a sufficiently honest stance, that did not mean that we would feel any shame in our hearts.
A sufficient accusation would amount to slander, and that is a serious matter in the Legion.
However, before listening to my report, the seventh most powerful figure in the Southern Army did not say anything, but just made a wonderful response.
After all, there was something missing.
It's just like the alliance's security guards. In the early days, the base was not a small gate guard. With fewer people coming, it quickly developed into a police agency, divided into various departments, and split the Guards.
To be honest, the offer was very tempting, even though the Southern Army only controlled half of Akbar.
But now it seems that my plan will be delayed
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Yes, although the Legion's Ban Xilan has not developed into an interest group similar to the "Southern Legion" and the "Civil Service Group", everyone does not pursue their own interests.
"If you were from Weiland, you would have buried him!" "Your Majesty the Crown Prince?!"
Through the crowded crowd, I saw Penny looking at me with tears in her eyes.
It's the same now.
The old man shook his head, but he felt humiliated. He just felt pitiful and walked outside the corner with a broom...
The most typical example is not a bill to protect the rights and interests of slaves.
Gong Hongchen glared at the judge's back fiercely, cursed "you loser who always dies", and then turned around and walked away.
"You need to ignore me and leave me alone for two days."
After all, the Vaillant people will let us be the judges, but there is no way they can drag us out and bury us.
Others also started shouting.
"It's not just about official career! If you were from Weiland and you wanted me to survive, then if you were to kill me as a warning to others, how would you have controlled me before?"
This old man not only allowed the defendant to stand and hear the trial, but also allowed the defendant to whisper to others. How unbecoming was that!
It's like my subordinate's arrogant decision to pour excrement outside the dungeon. It's redundant and stupid. It has only a small positive effect on the situation, but it may be a big loss.
After saying that, the man named Gulion looked at the staff member again, with a hint of obvious pride on his lips.
The Southern Army was very careful in the whole conspiracy process. There are almost no clues that can point to the lower levels. Only some of the doubts can be explained by intention. And that is the reason why the civilian group did not accuse us.
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Gong Hongchen didn't say anything. He walked to the wall and stared at the map hanging under the wall for a while, then suddenly said.
Didn't he look at his confidants? Gong Hongchen just stared at the map.
Just when McClun was anxious, there were suddenly several heavy knocks on the door of the lounge.
After all, not everyone is as honorable and loyal as the guards.
"Yet you want you to be the sinner of history on your behalf, to have your son laugh at you, to have your wife look down on you, to have your neighbors laugh at you, to have you lose your career and even everything for your conspiracy.
······You’re sorry, you still have such little face.”
What the clowns who play animals need is a "lead dancer" who is good at dancing.
I only have one skill, and that is to choreograph a dance for the clowns outside the circus.
"You think this captain named Pangolin has nothing to say but is actually very boring."
The old man from the lion clan sweeping the floor beside him seemed to have some education, and it really sounded like it, and he finally managed to hold back a couple of snorts.
"To be honest, it would be better to do it to me! No matter how bad the words sound, I am not going to sentence him, so what else can I do to you?"
I always felt that letting this pangolin go back alive was a bad idea, but it was difficult to get rid of this guy in the past.
The chief of general staff said in a strong voice.