Honey, It's Time To Take Your Medicine! Chapter 208

Chapter 208 Where is the law of heaven? Where is Wang Fa? (3)

Princes and generals, would you rather have a kind?

Barnal has been thinking about this sentence.

He has no culture, but it doesn't mean that he is a fool. He doesn't understand what a phase is, but he can still understand Wang, Hou, and these.

There was a wave in his heart, surging like a tsunami.

The hatred in his chest, coupled with Qin Chu's inadvertent touch, produced a wonderful reaction in Baner's heart.

That's right, princes and generals, would you rather be kind?

Why are you just a commoner? And those **** who are doing nothing are born nobles, why is their fate so unfair? We are all human, why is there such a big difference?

The head of the Martha army, as the eldest son of the duke's family, led all the nobles back to the imperial city to enjoy when the monsters attacked, leaving them as civilians here to resist the invasion of the monsters.

The Marquis of Bunyan embezzled the military pay that should have been distributed to the soldiers, and even swallowed up all the money for weapons, equipment, and food, filling his own pockets. If it weren't for this bastard, the brothers would not have died so tragically.

Their wallets are full, but their more than 93,000 good brothers are all buried in the battlefield!

Why, why, why?

Perhaps, the current Banal has not aroused the impulse to resist, but anger has already accumulated in his heart, and the seeds of hatred and resistance have been planted.

May wither...or one day, take root.

And Carroll was also angry, and his towering chest heaved rapidly.

She could see the faces of the soldiers around her from the corner of her eyes, and she knew that the resentment had accumulated in everyone's hearts.

The empire is already rotten because of these **** moths.

If the matter cannot be dealt with immediately and resolutely, and the soldiers are given an explanation, the dissatisfaction of the soldiers will continue to accumulate, and it may explode completely one day. This is something Carroll absolutely does not want to see.

Taking a deep breath, Carol suppressed the anger in his heart, and looked at Qin Chu and Banal: "I will contact my father, the matter of the Marquis of Bunyan will be resolved immediately, and he will defend himself for his actions. Pay the heaviest price."

Carroll activated the message magic and informed Wadsworth of the situation here.

The other side is in the imperial city.

Wadsworth, who had just received the news from his daughter, didn't even have time to be surprised by the victory of the brave team in their first operation. The following news made Wadsworth's face more and more gloomy.

Of the 100,000 soldiers, less than 7,000 survived, including the seriously wounded.

Martha Blaze, the son of the dignified Duke's family, although he was said to be gilded in the army, he left his post before the monsters attacked, led all the nobles back to the imperial city, and took away all the nobles and a large number of Supplies have seriously affected the morale of the army.

Marquis of Bunyan, selling military supplies, causing frontline soldiers to lack food and clothing, no weapons, no armor...

Good... good... good!

In an instant, Wadsworth's face looked ferocious like a male lion that went mad together.

He hasn't been this angry in a long time.

The depravity and decay of the nobility, Wadsworth has long known.

Under normal circumstances, as long as it is not too much, Wadsworth will pretend not to see.

After all, although there are certain contradictions and competitions between the nobles and the imperial power, they are also interdependent, but now Wadsworth is angry.

His face looks distorted.

It seems that those stupid nobles really forgot what they used to be called.

He has the name of a lion.

"Come here..."

A guard commander immediately appeared in front of Wadsworth.

"The whole city is searching for the Marquis of Bunian, Marta Blaise."

"Also, all the nobles of the 107th Legion of the Empire will be arrested."

"Anyone who dares to obstruct, kill!"

Today, he is going to kill.

With an order, the imperial guards directly under the royal family immediately dispatched to hunt down all related nobles.

It is not uncommon for the imperial guards to be dispatched in large groups. Anyone can feel that something big is happening in the imperial city.

The nobles involved in the case were arrested in panic and screaming loudly. According to the order of His Majesty the Emperor, they were escorted directly to the execution ground without trial at all.

At this very moment, the Marquis of Bunian and the eldest son of the Duke of Blaze, Marta, are enjoying the service of the beauty in the Fairy House.

Surrounded by a group of Yingying Yanyan.

The woman's coquettish voice and soft body made them quite enjoy, and they fell in love with their eyes comfortably.

They are waiting for the news that the soldiers on the front line are all wiped out. The wealth they embezzled will be dead without proof.

The military supplies of 100,000 soldiers are a huge fortune, even nobles of their level will be tempted.

But at this moment, the door was kicked open suddenly, and a group of soldiers rushed into the box.

Yingyingyanyan's woman screamed, not knowing why.

"Who are you, who let you in, do you know who we are?" Marquis Bunyan's face changed instantly, and he snapped, "Get out of here?"

"You can't bear the consequences for disturbing our mood."

It's just a pity that the imperial guards won't obey their orders. The general in charge just sneered and waved his hand. A group of guards rushed forward, locked up the two distinguished nobles, and escorted them to the execution ground.

Such a big movement also attracted the attention of a large number of nobles.

When he learned that his son was sent to the execution ground, the Duke of Blaze, who was over seventy years old, mobilized the nobles who were close to him, and put pressure on Wadsworth.

"Your Majesty, what is my son's crime?"

"How much hard work has he put in to guard the frontiers of the empire, fight against monsters, and endure wind and sand? It's just because he was seriously ill and coughed."

"If you need to return to the imperial city to recuperate, you will execute him? Where is the law of heaven? Where is the law of the king?"

"I, the Duke of Blaze, have fought for the empire for many years. I have shed blood for the empire and I have been wounded for the empire. You cannot execute my son like this."

Execution ground.

The Duke of Blaze, who had white beard and hair, pressed Wadsworth for a question, and a group of vassals all around echoed him.

He is a duke, second only to the grand duke in the aristocracy, quite influential in the empire, even in the face of the emperor.

What's more, now the emperor wants to execute his only son.

Wadsworth looked gloomy as he looked at the duke in front of him who justly rebuked him for not being him.

"Where is the law of heaven? Where is the law of the king?"

"Blize, let me tell you, in the Orville Empire, the king is the law of heaven, and the king is the law of the king." Wadsworth shouted in a deep voice.

"Do you think your son was executed for fleeing?"

"If it's just like this, maybe I will leave you a single seedling."

"But your son, in collusion with Bunyan, resold the military supplies for the front line, and the weapons, equipment and food for the 100,000 troops, all of which were pocketed by the two of them."

"As a result, frontline soldiers fought against monsters without weapons, armor and food. They resisted desperately for several months. The 100,000 troops lost 93,000 casualties. This is what your son did."

"Tell me, should he be killed, should he die?"

Hawk-like eyes swept across the seventy-six nobles, large and small, on the execution platform. Wadsworth's voice was as cold as iron: "If the king doesn't kill them..."

"That's the real truth, what is the law of the king!"

Wadsworth's words left Duke Blaze speechless for a moment.

He knew what his son was doing, but he didn't expect that Wadsworth would catch this little braid this time and make such a fuss.

"Ahem, Your Majesty the Emperor..." Another Duke Wyatt stood up: "What these nobles have done is indeed somewhat inappropriate..."

"However, only some civilians were killed. There is no need to let the son of a marquis or a duke take his life. This is really too much."

"We just punish him severely, there is no need for capital punishment."

"It's better to fine the salary for three months, which can be regarded as an explanation to those common people."

Duke Wyatt's words won the approval of many nobles.

That's right, it's just that a few civilians died, there's nothing to make a fuss about, it's not like they never died.

This is going to be executed, which is too much for them to accept.

The most important thing is that they are not clean, and they are worried that the same punishment will fall on their heads. At this time, they are naturally desperately pleading for these people.

Seeing a group of echoing voices around him, Wadsworth's face became even more angry: "Frontline soldiers are fighting against monsters."

"Without those soldiers, can you enjoy it safely in the city?"

"Do you know how many kilometers the monster will advance if that line of defense is breached? How many soldiers are there in the empire, and how long can it resist, do you know?"

"You don't know anything, a bunch of stupid pigs!"

"From today, all noble families, each household must have at least one member go to the battlefield to fight against monsters. If there are no offspring, then hand over half of the family property to support the front line. Perhaps it should also let you understand how cruel the war on the front line is."

A group of nobles were silent.

It was the first time for them to see His Majesty the Emperor so angry, and now Wadsworth is coming for real.

The nobles who were waiting to be executed seemed to know their end, they were desperately struggling, howling, and begging.

But those Praetorians didn't care what their reaction was, and directly escorted this group of nobles to the Louis XVI Happy Terrace.

This name was given by the first generation of heroes, and few people know what it means.

After all, they are about to be beheaded, so what is there to be happy about?

"kill…"

As Wadsworth roared, the guillotine fell from above his head.

Click, click, click...

Heads are rolling.

The seventy-six nobles were all executed, leaving only the headless corpse still twitching nervously.

Even if there are hundreds of millions of mana, they have no chance to enjoy it.

On the other side, it's at the frontline camp.

The surviving soldiers spent three days clearing an area, which contained a mountain of corpses. It took a long time just to find these corpses, and many of the corpses were already incomplete.

They used flames to burn the bodies of their comrades-in-arms.

There are too many corpses, and they have no way to send their comrades back to their hometown for burial.

Although many people died, although many people were still injured, the survivors held a bonfire party, which is the rule of every victory.

Alcohol can paralyze one's soul, so that people can't feel the pain in the body.

Here comes the third chapter.

(end of this chapter)

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