Sha Jiao expressed his opinion again: "A secret is a secret. For thousands of years, countless unknown secrets have been buried in the desert. [] This is not a desert, but there will always be some secrets that will not be spread. Maybe you know this secret.
Only the Queen of Midgart, maybe even she doesn’t know about it. But no matter what is hidden inside, our enemies can’t get it.”
"What Sha Jiao said makes sense." Fried immediately ordered: "Staff officer, give orders to the craftsmen in the army and ask them to build several pairs of armor that can withstand lightning strikes within three days. I want to explore White Frost City again.
See what it is!”
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Tall wooden fences surrounded the grassland in the center of several military tents. The prisoners inside were like sheep. There were one or two hundred prisoners in handcuffs and shackles. They were sitting listlessly on the ground and staring at the sky, or
He was weak and walked slowly in the circle. Wild beasts and wolves were waiting for him, and the guards and monsters guarding the prisoners were firmly guarding the outside.
There are several prisoner pens like this. They are open-air venues and the freezing weather makes them shiver every night. There is only a small amount of dried meat for them to eat every day. They freeze to death and starve to death.
There are people there every day. A few more frozen dead were carried out just now, and the eyes of the remaining people are full of despair.
A group of soldiers came outside the fence. Looking at the title insignias painted on their armors, there were two mid-level officers and four junior officers. When they came here, they started talking to the officer guarding the prisoners of war, and looked at the people in the circle from time to time.
people.
The prisoners of war are used to this kind of thing. Every day they have people coming and taking away a few people for questioning. If you are a military doctor or have any special abilities, you may have the opportunity to be transferred to a better place.
, it would be better if it were an official.
After speaking briefly, the guard ordered the wooden door to be opened, and a team of twenty fully armed men entered in two columns and guarded the door. Those prisoners of war who were closer to the door retreated one after another, leaving an empty space.
An officer walked out of the queue with four people. The officer held a roster in his hand and began to call the names.
Of course, those who were called were all prisoners. The person whose name was called would come forward. The officer who called the name would verify the identity of the name again and mark an entry on the list. Then he would be taken away by the four deputies he brought.
What makes the prisoners of war strange today is that in the past few days, they only took a few people out and left each time. Some people would be brought back again, but this time they seemed to want to verify everyone's identity and take them all away.
.
Some people have doubts in their hearts, but few people communicate with each other. After suffering in such weather conditions for so many days, no one is willing to spend more energy and words, just passively waiting for fate to arrange for them.
"Sieva, who is Siwa, please come out..." The officer called the roll call three times, but when no one came out, he warned: "Whoever's name is called, stand up. If you don't come out, I will ask someone to arrest them one by one for verification."
It’s over!”
If you arrest people one by one to verify their identities, you still can't escape in the end. After a while, a man of medium height and medium build slowly squeezes out of the crowd. Four deputies walked over angrily, dragged the man to the officer, and casually
He also punched him several times. The officer holding the book asked sternly: "Boy, is your name Shiva?"
"It's...it's me..." The man cowered and looked frightened.
"I just called you, why didn't you come out?" The officer stared at him, looked at the roster and asked, "Are you a noncommissioned officer of the 7th Battalion of the Midgard Militia?"
"yes……"
The officer took another look at the detailed information on the roster and asked, "Do you have any special skills? That is, do you have any unique skills that others don't know, and what are you good at?"
"I...no, I don't know anything." The man named Shiva kept his head lowered and his voice was not loud.
"You don't know anything." The officer looked him over and said, "Looking at you are only in your twenties, I guess you don't have any special skills. Okay, take it away." After saying that, he wrote Siwa's name on the list with a pen.
Made a stroke.
Two soldiers came in from outside the wooden gate, and pushed him one from the left and the other from the right: "What are you looking at? Come on!"
When leaving, Shiva hurriedly glanced back and saw that on the roster in the officer's hand, his name had been crossed out with a red pen. Many of the names that had been called before him had also been crossed out. This made his heart surge.
Had a bad premonition.
After leaving the prisoner circle, two soldiers escorted him forward. Not long after walking, he arrived at an open area on the edge of the town. He looked up and saw a higher wooden frame in front of him. Because the weather was bad, he couldn't see clearly what it was.
, several fierce-looking guys came towards him.
"Next?"
"Siva."
When the visitor asked, the people around him answered. Two strong guys came up, held down his arms, and dragged him forward quickly.
"What are you doing? What are you going to do to me? Are you...going to kill me!? No, let me go!!" The panicked Shiva roared, but no one around him paid attention to him. As he struggled to be lifted,
When he was escorted to the high platform, he discovered that dozens of corpses had been piled up on one side of the platform. He was finally convinced that these people wanted to hang him.
Someone next to the execution rack shouted: "Get on the rack, prepare for execution!"
Three big men carried him to the execution platform.
The reason why we chose the time-consuming and laborious method of hanging was because we did not want the atmosphere around the military camp to be filled with blood, and it was also to prevent the spread of disease, and it was also considered as a last act of kindness.
Shiva roared angrily: "You can't do this to me! I'm a prisoner, you shouldn't kill me. Let go! Let go..." But no matter how loud he shouted, no one sympathized with him, let alone cared about him.
.
"Let me go, please let me go, I am willing to serve you. I am willing to become one of you and be the most ordinary soldier! You can't do this, you can't kill someone who is willing to surrender to you!!!"
Shiva was unwilling to give in and was still making his last plea. He was almost crying.
Finally someone spoke, and the man standing next to the gallows sighed: "I'm really sorry, the current situation is special. One more person will consume more medicine and food. The army cannot accept such prisoners, even if you are willing to rebel and join us.
Besides, we are worried that if you are not able to rebel, you will be able to rebel again when you get to the battlefield. So..."
"No! You can't do this, you can't. I'm just a civilian, I'm just an ordinary militiaman from Midgart. Let me go and let me survive on my own. I swear I won't join the war again. Let me go.
Well, really, really really really..."
The executioner waved his hand, put the noose around Shiva's neck, and began to tie stones at his feet. Shiva struggled in horror, urine flowing down his pants, but his hands and feet were all tied, and he could not escape. Looking at the gallows
When the people on the stage were about to pull the flap and hang him, he suddenly shouted: "Wait, wait, I have intelligence! I have information! Don't, don't... don't kill me, don't kill...
…”
Many of the dozens of people who had been hanged before had said the same thing about claiming to have information to survive before they died, so the executioner was completely indifferent. Shiva almost cried, so anxious.
Tiaojia: "I said wait, don't do it, I...I...I still have value, I am a general, don't kill me, I am a general, not a militia...not a militia!!"
After hearing what he said, the executioner quickly waved his hand to stop the person who was about to pull the flap: "Stop. Wait, who do you think you are?"
Shiva was so eager to survive that he choked on his own saliva and said hurriedly: "I...ahem...I'm not a soldier from Midgard, I'm a Beta from the Rhine Kingdom, and I was...the one who came first.
Major General Beta from the Rhine Kingdom reinforced by the Midgard Kingdom."
The executioner had indeed heard of such a person and said to the people below: "Go and get the information about the enemy's senior officers." The man who tied the stones and pulled the flap said: "Put him down and let me confirm first."
His identity."
"It's me, it's me. I'm Beta." Shiva finally got out of the rope and sat down on the ground.
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