Chapter 392 Execution and Purge

The temple hall was filled with a solemn silence after the thunder. The king's words were like rolling thunder, echoing in the ears of the two people, shocking their hearts.

Sky Orta was terrified, and a layer of cold sweat "swish" emerged from the back of his neck. He fell to the ground in the hall and kowtowed heavily.

"Your Majesty. Your Majesty! I... I am wronged, I was deceived, I have no intention of rebelling! Your Majesty!"

Xiuluot watched coldly, and then looked at the gray soil Puapu.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

The gray soil Puapu kowtowed three times, and even his forehead was almost bleeding. His thoughts turned rapidly, and he spoke with difficulty.

"Your Majesty! Chief Zicao deceived us and gave us psychedelic wine. These... these are all drunken nonsense. I have long wanted to report to your Majesty and surrender myself, but I am afraid of the witness of the Lord God! I have no second thoughts! If I have the slightest thought of betraying your Majesty, my body and head must be separated, and my soul will fall into the abyss forever!"

"Yes, yes! This is what we wrote when we were drunk and mentally ill. Your Majesty! We went south at night to attack the Zicao family and suppress the nearby nobles. We have never been disloyal! Zicao Manor has been completely reduced to ashes, and the surrounding nobles have also been pacified. We are your loyal hounds, biting all the rebels!"

"The Lord God is the witness! Your Majesty, our hearts are full of loyalty! You are our only sun! Bang! Bang!"

The two kept bowing their heads, and their words of defense became more and more panicked and hurried. The king listened expressionlessly for a moment and asked coldly.

"Did you write these two secret letters?"

"Your Majesty, I was deceived and forced after drinking."

"Is it true?!"

"Ah! Yes, but at that time."

"Tell me. Who is Prince Tarasco? Where is he?"

The scene was silent for a moment. Puapu glanced at Orta and spoke bitterly.

"We don't know"

"Don't know?"

". Gulamo showed some royal tokens and said that he had the prince of the pseudo-dynasty in his hands. If the time is right, we can do this and that. We were drunk at the time and responded on impulse. We never really thought about it, so we didn't ask."

"That's right, that's right! Your Majesty, you are the supreme sun, oppressing the kingdom, how dare we disobey? In fact, we regretted it when we woke up the next day."

"This time, we attacked and destroyed Zicao Manor, and we didn't find any traces of the prince of the pseudo-dynasty. It was probably just a lie."

"Yes! Your Majesty, we, we were framed."

Xuluot pondered in silence. He knew that if he was still there, the two people in front of him would never have the courage to rebel. If he was not there, there would not be many generals who could stand the test. Among the two letters, the one that concerned him the most was the so-called "Prince of Tarasco". Most of the princes of Tarasco were executed, and only a few escaped.

"Your Majesty! We were framed!"

"Your Majesty! Spare us!"

The king shook his head and stopped thinking. He looked at the two people in front of him with messy hair and miserable expressions, and said indifferently.

"You two wrote unfaithful secret letters, colluded with the southern nobles, and committed a great crime! Guards, drag them to the sacrificial stone and behead them!"

"Ah! Ah this!"

"Your Majesty!"

Several armored guards immediately stepped forward, clamped them on both sides, and dragged the two struggling men to the two sacrificial stones. Then, the two men's arms were tied, and their heads were pressed on the dark red sacrificial stones, revealing their tanned necks.

The two guards raised the bronze axe high, pointed it at the necks of the two hereditary nobles, and waited for the order of His Majesty. As long as the order is given, the axe will fall, and the two will be separated immediately!

The shiny copper axe hangs on the neck, and the dark red sacrificial stone is placed under the neck. I don’t know how many sacrifices have died here in despair.

Smelling the blood coming from his nose, the defense of Huitu Puapu finally broke. He struggled for so long, betrayed the chief, old friends and relatives, and became a noble noble, but he was going to die here silently? Thinking of this, his face was distorted, and he howled in fear, his voice full of unwillingness.

"Ah! Your Majesty, please! Look at my merits in the west expedition and the city! I am willing to die for you, I am willing to fight for you as a pioneer! Ah! Ah!"

"Woo woo woo! Woo woo woo! I don't want to die! Dad, father, family"

Orta next to him has completely collapsed. His snot and tears flowed together, and he cried inconsolably. Before his father died, he inherited the family lineage to him. He was only about 20 years old and was the only direct descendant of the family. All the tribesmen in the Chapala Lake area were executed by feathers. Could it be that the Sky Family, which had been passed down from generation to generation, would perish here? How could he meet his dead father?

Xiuluot stared at the two with an expressionless face, and never shouted the king's order for sacrifice.

The axe did not fall for a long time. The two endured the torment before death, and sweat, snot and tears mixed together, flowing down from their faces and necks, soaking the dark red sacrificial stone. The scattered blood stained the side faces of the two people red, dyeing them like dead fish, only the body was still thrashing.

"Your Majesty, please."

"Woo woo woo"

After a long while, the two people's screams were hoarse, and the fear of death overwhelmed their hearts, turning into an indelible shadow in their lives. Xiuluot said coldly.

"Cut off their hair!"

"Tear!"

The sharp axe fell accurately, sticking to the scalps of the two people, and directly cut off their hair. Puapu was so frightened that he closed his eyes in fear, waiting for the pain in his neck. He closed his eyes for a long time, tears silently rolling down his face, until he suddenly realized that the head on his neck was still there.

"Ah?"

"Ah! Woo woo."

Horta screamed and screamed like a quail again.

Looking at the performance of the two of them, Shulot smiled lightly.

"Drag it over."

The armored guards dragged the two of them over, and as soon as they let go, the two of them collapsed to the ground like mud. Puap was in an extremely embarrassed state, his face was gloomy, but his heart was full of joy.

"His Majesty."

"Woo."

"You just said that you are willing to perform meritorious service and die for the kingdom?"

Shulot asked calmly, his eyes calm and sharp.

"Yes, yes! Your Majesty, I, Puap, am willing to serve you and serve you to the death!"

"Uuuu. I, Orta, do the same."

Shulot nodded. He was not prepared to execute either of them. Horta was from the Lake Chapala region and would be useful in subsequent conquests. Puap was an example of surrender during the Western Expedition, and it was better to keep him than to execute him.

"Then I will spare your lives and give you one last chance! But the death penalty can be avoided, but punishment is necessary!"

The king spoke calmly.

"Come here, under the watchful eye of the Lord God, each of you will be whipped twenty times!"

Several more guards came forward, took off their clothes and armor, and pushed them to the ground. Then, the two warriors swung their whips and beat them hard on their backs without mercy.

"Crack! Crack! Crack!."

"Ah! Ah! Ah!."

Miserable howls sounded, and the whipping without mercy was extremely painful. After twenty lashes, Huitu Puap was covered in blood, and Horta almost fainted.

After the whipping, Shulot looked at the two people who were unable to move, gave stern orders, and gave the final judgment.

"Horta handed over the Sky Warrior Battalion, transferred to the field army, and served as the commander of the thousand-man battalion! Puap handed over the Qin Congcan Warrior Battalion and exiled Pamus."

Shulot paused, a thought flashed across his mind, and when he spoke it again, his words changed.

"Exiled to the end of the Tarsus River, to the southwestern mouth of the sea, and to guard the southernmost boundary of the kingdom!"

Hearing this, Huitu Puap's eyes darkened, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

With the popularity of kings, the vast lake with boundless east and west was given the concept of "sea", which is a dangerous journey to a distant continent. The southwest entrance of the Talsas River to the sea is quite far away, more than two hundred miles away from Cullamo City. There are only a few Tekos tribes that pay nominal tribute there. Only last year, with the exploration of Trapanic merchants, they were officially included in the kingdom's jurisdiction. This is a real exile frontier.

"From today on, the Sky Warrior Camp will be renamed Chapala Warrior Camp, and the Qin Cong Chan Warrior Camp will be renamed Patzcuaro Warrior Camp, and they will be reorganized at the same time!"

Shulot ordered in a deep voice and made a decision.

Among the five legions of the kingdom, the Guards Corps are senior warriors recruited from various ministries, the First and Second Pike Corps are elite militiamen who have been trained for a long time, and the Guakili Corps are newly conquered dog descendants. Only the Gyeonggi Corps has absorbed He killed many surrendering nobles and surrendering warriors from the Kingdom of Tarasco.

In the early days of the establishment of the kingdom, these surrendered troops were used to appease people's hearts and should not be touched lightly. By this time, the kingdom had been stabilized, so we took advantage of the rebellion of the southern nobles to completely purge this legion! Completely eliminate the influence of the Sky Family and other nobles in the old private army. The Prepecha warriors in each legion must be included directly under the kingdom.

In fact, the king once thought of completely breaking up the four thousand Prepecha warriors and integrating them into other troops. But in this era, local friendship is an important source of fighting power. Ordinary warriors are grouped together according to their place of origin and will be more tenacious and brave in combat, so it is better to keep them.

"Well, after the conquest of the south, the Second Lance Corps will also have to make some adjustments."

The king pondered for a moment and looked at the two hereditary nobles in the palace. Sky Orta's tears were still there, and his face showed both the joy of escaping death and the sadness of losing military power. But Huitu Puap looked gloomy and lay motionless on the ground, seemingly resigned to his fate.

"Sky Orta, Gray Earth Puap, do you have any objections?"

"Woo. Follow your will."

".Praise Your Majesty! Puap is willing to obey and die for you in the south!"

Xiulote nodded, looked at the two of them for a moment, and waved.

"Go down! Deliver the things in the camp as soon as possible, and then recover well."

Several personal guards immediately stepped forward and carried the two unable to walk down the temple pyramid. Then, five hundred imperial guardsmen went with them to the military camp outside the city for the handover of the army. There, the regiment leader Orosh had already chosen new successors for the two warrior battalions.

The cold wind of December blew by, and the Gyeonggi Army Corps carried out reorganization on the spot. All the officers mentioned in the letter from the Zicao family were strictly ordered to be dismissed and sent to garrison in Palms City thousands of miles away in the wasteland. These officers were able to contact Gulamo, and most of them were from Tarasco's nobles, who were replaced by civilian warriors with outstanding achievements.

The king was personally in charge and came well prepared, and the purge of the Gyeonggi Army Corps progressed very quickly. Ten days later, the purge was largely completed. Dozens of officers and more than a hundred warriors are about to be exiled thousands of miles away. The king then summoned the generals in the main temple, and under the witness of the main god, burned all these secret letters, promising to forget the past!

The long wind flew over the great temple and headed westward. Two hundred miles away in the west, outside the city of Apatchingan, after several days of entanglement, a crucial pursuit battle was coming to an end.