"You sinners of Dorok will one day be punished by Heaven!" Fergudigo covered his bloody shoulder with his hand, and gritted his teeth in pain,

A low curse came out of his mouth as he staggered after the man in front of him,

A group of regular soldiers escorted them, dressed in shiny armor and carrying sharp swords in their hands, looking at these disheveled, stinking colleagues with mocking eyes, these death camp soldiers made them feel a sense of superiority that rose from within,

"It's really stinky, escorting such a swarm of stinky flies will make me live 10 years less!" One soldier made a gesture of covering his nose with his hand, and his yin and yang tone caused the other soldiers to laugh,

Some of the other soldiers in the camp gathered around, and the mysterious death battalion was still curious about these ordinary soldiers, and they pointed at the slowly marching procession. Trying his best to sarcastically ridicule everyone's flaws and weaknesses, this is high, like a bamboo pole, that bald, can almost be used as a mirror,

Finally, their eyes were focused on Fergdiego

"Come and see, there is a dwarf among these people, is the so-called death camp actually a circus?

"I didn't expect dwarfs to be able to enter the army, this time it's really an eye-opener!"

"Haha, yes, it's still a Gorid dwarf!"

Fergudigo, who was only 1.6 meters tall in the queue, had a blue face, among these death battalion soldiers. His low height was noticeably shorter than the others, and the festering scar on his leg made him walk comically, swaying like a dwarf actor who followed the aristocracy to curry favor.

This scar was the wound left by the brand when he was convicted of a sinner, and in the harsh sanitary conditions of the death camp, his wound did not heal but festered, just like his heart was festering now.

He didn't expect the Dorok people he once loved to humiliate him so much,

Don't they know that I was convicted to help them fight for their rights? The piercing laughter pierced his heart like a needle, and the once faith was struck by these mockery

Forced to the scalp, more than 10 soldiers of the death battalion were finally forced into the back compartment of a carriage, a caravan converted from a freight carriage. In front of it were 4 horses pulling the cart, two coachmen sat in front, and behind was a rear compartment about 5 meters long, crammed into more than 10 big men at once, and the space suddenly seemed crowded.

"Bastard, you're squeezing me"

Although the people in front shouted like this, the soldiers of the death battalion behind couldn't manage so much, and they almost used their strength to feed their whole bodies. Like a thief who fled from the wilderness under the thorn strip, he fled into the back of the carriage,

For them. It's as lovely there as heaven now, wait until the curtain is lowered. The sound of mockery outside was blocked by the sun's rays, and a panting sound was clearly heard in the carriage carriage

"Bastards, these people are bastards......"

A grumpy man scolded angrily, he was the bald man who was most ridiculed by everyone, and just now, a soldier reached out and wantonly touched his bare head,

His previous occupation was a grain store accountant, in order to let the whole family survive in hunger, he wantonly made false accounts, left the greedy grain to his family, and was finally reported, it is said that because the grain store was a local speaker, so he was severely punished, and without any judgment, he was directly stuffed into the death camp

"Fogdiego, do you know where we're going?" a death battalion soldier gently pushed Fogdigo, who was sitting next to him, and from the moment he entered the carriage, Fogdigo remained silent,...,

"I don't know, but this is not the way to the battlefield, because the Falcon is in the northwest, and we are running in the southeast direction" Fergudigo tilted his head, glanced outside, seemed to have just come to his senses, and said in a deep voice

"Isn't that the location of the Legion's base camp to the southeast?" said a soldier of the death battalion who could tell the direction by the daylight

"Base, if that's the case, we're probably in trouble!"

His words made another soldier of the death battalion stand up, this is a veteran, he has been transferred to different death battalions three times, it is said that the reason why he wants to transfer the camp is because the death battalion he is in does not exist zài, no one knows how he survived, his position in the death camp is completely a transcendent existence zài, even the guard officer does not dare to punish him at will,

The veteran saw that in addition to their carriage, there were more than 10 heavily armed Dorok cavalrymen on both sides, and such a strict posture made his face change

"It's bad, I think I know what they're trying to do! I didn't expect this to happen to me......" The veteran put down the curtain in his hand with a heavy expression, and his pale face showed that the situation was really bad,

"What do you mean by that?" The veteran's words made the faces of everyone in the carriage change, in the eyes of most ordinary people, the death camp is hell, a dark bottom with no hope forever, it is already so bad, is there anything more sinful?

The veteran was silent for a while, and then did not say why, but asked the others, "Before you entered the death camp, you must have seen the council carry out the death sentence of the enemy's prisoners in public in order to cheer people's spirits, right?"

"Yes, I've seen it, it is said that they are all captured in the battle to defeat the enemy! The army always uses this to show off their achievements" A soldier from the death battalion nodded, "Last time I saw it was from the Fifth Legion, and I killed 16 prisoners of the Falcon Army at once, and it was a sensation on the spot, what a great joy!"

"You say that, I've seen it too, it's quite exciting"

Another soldier from the death battalion echoed with a gesture of his hand, "It is common for these Falcon captives to parade through the streets and then to the execution ground, and the red-masked executioners raise axes as big as door panels.

Click!

Gee. Seeing that the invincible Falcon Army will also end up like this, everyone will let out a cheer of victory, and at that moment, I really feel that I have defeated the tyrant of Vekia Falcon!"

"Huh. Falcon captives?What a joke, have we ever won the Falcon Campaign?" the veteran shook his head with a look of laughter and tears on his lips

"You mean to say that those captives are ......" The earrings that were still angry just now suddenly became dumb, what could make them feel darker and more shocked than this,

"Parliament, how can you do this!" the spirit of the earrings suddenly fell decadently, and his eyes were glazed. There was a murmuring sound in his mouth, and this vision came to his mind,

He was tied backwards to his knees on a high platform where the prisoners were executed, and his mouth was stuffed with shabby linen. He could only make a whining sound, and below the high platform, tens of thousands of fellow Dorok were looking at him with a hateful gaze

"Kill him!" the voice came like a sea of mountains, countless raised arms, countless faces flushed with excitement. The blind cheers of the whole city were a hundred times more terrible than the howls of the terrible ghosts in hell

Under the gaze of his wife and three-year-old daughter, he could only struggle in vain,

The executioner is like a show. Skillfully pinched his struggling neck, and forcibly pressed his head against the severed stake. The pungent nose of the blood-stained stake house...,

"Bastards of the Falcon Army, go to hell!"

The sharp axe was raised high. The cold light flickered, and it seemed that even the soul could absorb it, and the executioner let out a long howl, and when the long howl stopped, the sharp guillotine axe fell

"No...... I'm not ......" his own whimpering voice, completely unable to make a clear meaning, at this moment, who will listen, everyone's eyes are fixed on the axe raised by the executioner, the cold blade seems to condense the strength of everyone,

The long whistle of the executioner finally disappeared, and everyone stretched their necks, like a flock of geese whose necks were pinched, and everyone's voices disappeared, and everyone waited in great understanding, waiting for that beautiful and bloody moment

"Kill, kill, kill!"

There was a frenzied cheer below, rapid and rhythmic, and the blood was boiling,

"Pop" in the eager eyes of everyone, the big axe of the door panel finally fell like a thunderbolt falling from the sky, and the edge of the sharp axe, like cutting tofu, effortlessly chopped off the neck bone of the person.

"Poof!" Pillars of bright red blood spurted into the air from the headless chest, and what did the mid-air skull see with frightened eyes flying up?

"Victory, down with the tyrant!"

"Long live the Parliament, the Parliament will win!" everyone cheered as if by magic, a mountain of cheers, this is the cheers of the compatriots?

"Come on, for the sake of the soldiers fighting on the front line, and for the early completion of the great cause of overthrowing the tyrant, I hope everyone can enthusiastically donate!"

He raised his hands and clenched his fists in front of all the fanatical crowd below, shouting with great force, "Everyone has seen it, this is the power of our Doroks, the tyrant is already afraid, he trembles before your power, and asks you for mercy like the poor fellow just now,

Come on!

Donate every copper coin you to forge a sword to chop off the head of a tyrant,

Come on!

Let's work together to guillotine the tyrant!"

"Hit ...... Pour...... Violent...... Jun's immature voice obviously came from his babbling little daughter

"No, how can this be!"

The earrings covered his face and wept bitterly, the pain and torture could not defeat him, and death had no threat, but the practice of being killed as an enemy in front of his relatives made him feel great fear for the first time, where there was his wife, the talented little daughter, and his parents who were still calling for rescue in their old age,

"Is this our fate?"

The people in the carriage were silent when they heard the cries of the studs, and even the turbid air in the carriage was suffocated, and it was so heavy and oppressive that it made people breathless

"It's not the first time they've done this! Several death battalions in front of them are broken down in this way, and there are so many cities in Dorok, and the consumption of "prisoners" is very large, where do they go to find prisoners?"

The veteran sighed and said, "If you don't cut off a few heads that make people spurt blood, who will donate all the belongings of their family? Who will send their relatives to the battlefield?"

"They say it's the result of a victory ahead. But you've also been on the front line for a month."

"Do we have a so-called victory and victory? except that the rout is a retreat, as the first death battalion, we don't even know what the Falcon looks like, let alone the other armies."

"This is the council's self-directed and self-staged game of deception!"

The old man grinned. sat down in the corner of the carriage by himself, "And you and I are tools to defraud the people's wealth for them, it's ridiculous, isn't it, but ordinary people just believe in this, everyone obviously doesn't know anything, they just like to believe that our army is beating the invincible Falcon Army to the ground"...,

In the heavy atmosphere, everyone stopped talking, and there was a deathly silence, except for the creaking of the ruts of the carriages and the crushing of the gravel road

"I don't want to die. What such an indishonorable death!" was Fergdigo's voice, and he got up from his seat, came to the curtain of the carriage outward, and looked up at the sky

"It should still be morning. And the execution is usually 2 p.m., which means that we still have a chance," Fergudigo said to himself, and the others looked at him,

Although Fergudigo is not good-looking in the death camp, he is not a very powerful guy. But he was famous in the death camp, not only because he was once a high-ranking nobleman, but also because he was convicted of sedition in the death camp, for other ordinary people who were sent to the camp for treason. Fergudigo is so mysterious,

A high-ranking nobleman was sent to a death camp. This once caused a sensation in Dare to Die, and everyone wanted to know about it. What kind of mistake did this aristocratic lord make, he would fall into such a place, and be able to bear the charge of sedition, which is enough to show that Fogdiego's identity is not ordinary, and he is likely to be a big man in a certain area, and Fogdigo is also silent about this, unwilling to reveal a word

"How do you know it's morning?"

A soldier of the death battalion asked in a confused and suspicious voice, in the barracks of the gloomy death battalion soldiers, it was difficult to accurately calculate the time, not to mention that it was sunny outside, and it was really impossible to tell whether it was morning or noon

"Because we were brought out before we had breakfast!"

Fergudigo didn't reply to him, "According to the regulations, the treatment of our death battalion soldiers is the same as that of ordinary soldiers, twice a day, once in the morning and once in the evening, but for these death battalions that are destined to die, the officers in charge of logistics often only provide food in the morning of the day,

"And it's all moldy and spoiled bread that can't be eaten, but even these, in terms of supply and the amount of water, it's obviously been carefully stripped layer by layer," Fergerdigo's voice stopped, and he said with a stern face, "In the hands of the soldiers of the death camp, it is only enough for the minimum survival consumption, and people are carried out of the death camp every day."

I have asked the local council about this before, but the council said that, according to the officers, this is normal attrition, and if these soldiers of the death battalion are fattened, they will have the energy to cause trouble for themselves, as long as they are given a full meal before the battle"

"These vampires! Even the dying people have to be peeled off."

Fergudigo's explanation made a curse sound in the carriage, these ordinary soldiers who were thrown into the death camp, but they didn't know that the death camp was actually treated the same as ordinary soldiers, and they thought that the death camp was like this

"You said you could ask the council a question, were you once a local councilor?"

Everyone fell silent and looked at Fergudigo in unison

"Yes!" Fergudigo's face suddenly turned pale, and it took a full two minutes before he nodded heavily, "I used to be proud of it, but now I'm ashamed of it!"

"Bastard, I should have thought that you were a council scum!" The earrings jumped up from the opposite side, and the huge body was like a violent bear pressing on Fergdiego, and the thin and short Fergerdigo was completely crushed underneath,

"Parliament, die!" the stud raised his fist and smashed it his cheekbones, punching out a nosebleed, and another punch hit his eye sockets, and the carriage was completely chaotic, and the already narrow carriage suddenly swayed from side to side, like a boat that met waves,

"Stop, do you want everyone to die early!" a strong hand suddenly clenched the raised fist of the earring, which was the veteran sitting in the corner,...,

His thin body looked so vigorous at the moment, and he passed through the crowd almost without hindrance, stroked out with his mouth, and scolded in a low voice, "Do you want to kill him? If you attract the cavalry guarding outside, they will not hesitate to kill us all in order to cover up the leaked secret!"

"Get out of here!"

The earrings scolded angrily, but he was surprised to find that despite his strength, he did not break free from the veteran's hands, and felt like he was clamped by an extremely strong iron tongs, and there was no way to break free. Is this old guy a monster?

"If you don't stop, I'll kill you first!"

A trace of hideousness flashed on the veteran's face, and a cruel word spewed out from his nose viciously, and the ruthlessness on his body burst out like a tide, even if it was a bastard like an earring, he was frightened, the veteran's eyes were too terrible, and the cold did not contain any emotion, and the earrings felt that if he continued to make trouble, this thin guy would definitely punch his head,

"There's no need to fight with someone like that!"

The thought made the stud let go of the hand that was pinching the neckline of Fergdigo's dress

"Ahem, thank you," Ferdigo relieved himself from his suffocating state, his mouth filled with the smell of blood, and he let out an unpleasant dry cough

"Don't thank me, I just don't want someone who helped us escape die early" The veteran's cold gaze swept over him, full of complicated expressions, (Welcome to your support, is my greatest motivation.) )