Chapter 170

"However, a few months ago, when the monsters just started to move, the commander of the legion, Marta, brought all the brigadiers, lieutenants and captains back to the imperial city and appointed me as the temporary commander of the legion."

"We have been here for several months, and the supplies have been cut off. In the middle, An went to the empire to report the news and begged the empire to send supplies, but the promised supplies have not appeared."

"The weapons have been rusted because of the long-term battle, and the blades are all pitted. Some brothers are forced to make simple weapons with the claws and fangs of the killed monsters."

"Weapons can be made by ourselves, but armor is more difficult. Under necessity, some brothers peeled off the monsters' fur and made clothes to wear on their bodies."

Banar explained.

In this hot weather, it is definitely not pleasant to wear the monsters' fur, but they have no choice.

"Food and fresh water have been cut off for a long time. Even though we have been trying hard to save food, we still ran out of it a week ago. We have been relying on monsters to fill our stomachs during this period."

That is the real deal.

And the taste of monsters... is disgusting, sour and with a strong stench.

Carol's face became more and more ugly, and her white and tender fingers even clenched: "This is impossible. The one in charge of logistics here is Marquis Bunian. Every month, the Empire arranges a large amount of supplies for Marquis Bunian to transport to support the front line. How is it possible..."

Before she finished speaking, the smart Carol, Qin Chu, and the experienced Banar had already understood what was going on.

It seems that the so-called Marquis Bunian did not send supplies to the front line at all. That guy resold all the food, weapons, and armor...

He may sell weapons to other countries, other nobles, bandits, and robbers, and sell food to those hungry civilians at a high price.

And he himself made a lot of money.

As long as all the frontline soldiers died in battle, there would be no evidence.

These stolen money is equivalent to laundering!

It is precisely because of this that Carol is extremely angry. Humanity is already in danger under the attack of monsters, and these dirty bastards are still lining their pockets at this time, killing more than 90,000 excellent soldiers. They don’t care what will happen to humans or the empire, but only care whether their wallets are bulging.

And Banar’s eyes are full of sadness. For the nobles, the lives of civilians are not lives at all.

At this time, Qin Chu seemed to curl his lips unintentionally and said casually: "It’s all because of that damn Marquis Bunian who killed so many people!"

"If this were in our original world, I’m afraid... I would have risen up long ago and said a sentence of kings, princes, generals and ministers..."

Banar’s eyes suddenly flickered.

Kings, princes, generals, are they kind?

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Chapter 208 Where is justice? Where is the law? (3)

Are kings, dukes, generals, and ministers of different species?

Banar kept pondering over this sentence.

He was not well-educated, but that did not mean he was a fool. He did not understand what a minister was, but he could still understand kings, dukes, and these things.

A wave of waves rose in his heart, surging like a tsunami.

The hatred in his chest, coupled with Qin Chu's inadvertent guidance, caused a strange reaction in Banar's heart.

Why was he just a commoner? And those mediocre bastards were born nobles, why was their fate so unfair? We are all human beings, why is there such a big difference?

Leader of the Marta Legion, as the eldest son of the Duke's family, led all the nobles back to the imperial city to enjoy themselves when the monsters attacked, leaving the common people here to resist the invasion of monsters.

Marquis Bunian embezzled the military pay that should have been distributed to the soldiers, and even swallowed up all the money for weapons, equipment, and food, and filled his own pockets. If it weren't for what this bastard did, the brothers wouldn't have suffered such tragic casualties.

Their wallets were bulging, but more than 93,000 of their good brothers were all buried on the battlefield!

Why, why, why?

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

It may wither... or it may take root and sprout one day.

And Carol was also angry, and her towering chest rose and fell rapidly.

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

The empire has long been rotten because of these damn termites.

If this matter cannot be dealt with immediately and vigorously, and these soldiers cannot be explained, the soldiers' dissatisfaction will continue to accumulate, and it may erupt completely one day, which is something Carol absolutely does not want to see.

Taking a deep breath, Carol suppressed the anger in his heart and looked at Qin Chu and Banar: "I will contact my father. The matter of Marquis Bunian will be resolved soon. He will pay the heaviest price for his actions."

Carol activated the message magic and informed Wordsworth of the situation here.

On the other side, in the imperial city.

Wordsworth, who had just received the message from his daughter, did not even have time to be surprised that the brave team won a great victory in the first action. The following news made Wordsworth's face become more and more gloomy.

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

Martha Blaise, the noble son of the Duke's family, although it was said that he went to the army to get gold, but before the monsters attacked, he actually left his post without authorization and led all the nobles back to the imperial city. At the same time, he also took away all the nobles and a large number of people. supplies, seriously affecting the morale of the army.

Marquis Bunian sold military supplies, leaving frontline soldiers without food, clothing, weapons, or armor...

Good...good...good!

In an instant, Wadsworth's face looked as ferocious as a wild lion.

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

Wadsworth had long known about the decadence and decay of the nobility.

Under normal circumstances, Wadsworth would pretend not to see it unless it was too much.

After all, although there are certain conflicts and competitions between the nobility and the imperial power, they are also interdependent. But now Wadsworth is angry.

His face looked distorted.

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

He is known as a lion.

"Someone is coming..."

A commander of the Praetorian Guards immediately appeared in front of Wadsworth.

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

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

"Anyone who dares to interfere will be killed!"

Today, he will go on a killing spree.

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

The Imperial Guards were dispatched in large numbers. This situation was not common. Anyone could feel that something big was going on in the imperial city.

One by one, the nobles involved in the case were arrested in panic and screaming loudly. According to the emperor's order, they were directly escorted to the execution ground without any trial at all.

At this moment, Marquis Bunian and Duke Blaize's eldest son Marta were enjoying the service of the beauty in the Goblin House.

Surrounded by a group of warblers and swallows.

The woman's charming voice and soft body made them enjoy it, and their eyes were fascinated by the comfort.

They are waiting for the news that all the frontline soldiers have been wiped out, and the wealth they have embezzled will die without evidence.

The military supplies and fodder for one hundred thousand soldiers was a huge amount of wealth, and even nobles of their level would be moved by it.

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

The girl Yingying Yanyan screamed, not knowing why.

"Who are you? Who let you in? Do you know who we are?" Marquis Bunian's expression suddenly changed, and he sternly reprimanded: "Why don't you get out of here?"

"You can't afford the consequences if you disturb our mood."

It's a pity that the royal guards would not obey their orders. The leading general just sneered and waved his hand. A group of guards rushed forward, locked up the two noble 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 had been sent to the execution ground, the Duke of Blaise, who was over seventy years old, mobilized the nobles close to him to put pressure on Wadsworth.

"Your Majesty, what crime does my son have?"

"How much hard work did he put into guarding the border for the empire, fighting against monsters, and enduring the wind and sand? Just because he was seriously ill and had a cough."

"You need to return to the imperial city to recuperate, and you want to execute him? Where is the law of heaven? Where is the king's law?"

"I, Duke Blaise, 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 Blaise, who had white hair and beard, asked Wadsworth angrily, and a group of vassals around him echoed incessantly.

He is a Duke, second only to the Grand Duke in the aristocratic class. He is quite influential in the empire, and he is not afraid even when facing the emperor.

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

Looking at the Duke in front of him who righteously reprimanded him for not being what he was, Wadsworth's expression was gloomy.

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

"Blaize, let me tell you, in the Orville Empire, I am the law of heaven, and I am the law." Wadsworth shouted in a deep voice.

"Do you think your son was executed just for escaping from battle?"

"If that's all, maybe I'll leave you a single seedling."

"But your son colluded with Bunian to resell military supplies for the front line, weapons, equipment and food for a hundred thousand troops, all of which were pocketed by the two of them."

"The soldiers on the front line fought against monsters without weapons, armor, and food, resisting desperately for several months, resulting in 93,000 casualties among the 100,000-strong army. This is what your son did."

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

His eyes as cold as an eagle swept across the seventy-six nobles of all sizes on the execution platform. Wadsworth's voice was as cold as iron: "If I don't kill them..."

"That's where the true laws of heaven and king's laws lie!"

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

He knew what his son had done, but he didn't expect that Wadsworth would seize the braid this time and make such a fuss out of a molehill.

"Ahem, His Majesty the Emperor..." Another Duke Wyatt stood up: "What these nobles did is indeed inappropriate..."

"However, it's just a few civilians who died. It's not necessary to let a marquis or a duke's son pay with his life. This is really too much."

"We can just punish them severely, there's no need for capital punishment."

"It's better to deduct their salary for three months, which can be regarded as an explanation to those civilians."

Duke Wyatt's words were agreed by many nobles.

That's right, it's just a few civilians who died. What's the big deal? It's not like they haven't died before.

This is too much to execute, they can't accept it.

The most important thing is that they are not clean either, and they are worried that the same punishment will fall on them. Naturally, they are desperately begging for these people at this time.

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

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

"Do you know how many kilometers the monsters will advance if that line of defense is breached? How many soldiers does the empire have left and how long it can resist? Do you know?"

"You know nothing, a bunch of stupid pigs!"

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

A group of nobles were silent.

It was the first time they saw His Majesty the Emperor so angry, and Wordsworth was serious this time.

The nobles waiting to be executed seemed to know their own fate. They struggled desperately, howled, and begged.

But the guards didn't care about their reactions and directly escorted the nobles to the Louis XVI Happy Platform.

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

After all, he is about to be beheaded, so what is there to be happy about.

"Kill..."

With a roar from Wordsworth, the guillotine fell from his head.

Click, click, click...