Rise of the Empire Total War

Make a group of ten people, stand upright and orderly!

You damn things, be honest with me!

Under the threat of glaring bayonets and muzzles, soldiers from various vassal countries could only lower their heads and hide their thoughts of resistance. They knew very well the combat effectiveness of their suzerain country's army. After all, they were defeated in the war. Independent states were reduced to vassal states.

Don't come up with any stupid ideas, if one person resists, the other nine will be executed together!

Walking among a line of criminal soldiers, the soldiers of the gendarmerie shouted sharply. After they uttered their voices, some of the hearts in the crowd that were about to move suddenly stopped. Although they knew that the opponent's fighting power was very strong, some people still held it. The idea that you might be able to escape with a little resistance, but after those damn gendarmerie warnings, no one will participate in the resistance. Everyone is afraid of death. Those who get the death sign will be shot directly if they stand up and resist.

Looking at the criminal soldiers who were forced into a group of ten, the commander of the Second Army Matthias Horn was expressionless. There were more than 3,400 criminal soldiers surrounded by the line infantry regiments. Almost two-thirds of the vassal army's troops are here. Such a corrupt military discipline makes him, who has long been accustomed to strict military discipline, very disdainful, but there is nothing he can do about it.

Master Legion, all criminal soldiers have been divided into groups, and they can be slaughtered in eleven. An indifferent voice sounded from behind him.

Mathias knew who was talking without looking back. He nodded casually and said, Inspector Mark, please execute it.

The Ombudsman is the chief officer of the Legion Gendarmerie. Richard changed the name of the Gendarmerie Captain to the Ombudsman because he thought the title of Gendarmerie Captain was not pleasant.

Yes. Inspector Mark responded, and then said in that cold voice: Start to implement, the law of eleven draws and killings.

As soon as he finished speaking, all the gendarmes repeated his words again, and then, the criminal soldiers of each group went to the gendarmes in turn, and under the supervision of the latter, took out a wooden stick from the opponent's hand, Because the top was wrapped in a layer of cloth, they didn't know what they had drawn until the cloth was removed. After everyone had drawn, the gendarmes ordered to remove the wrapped cloth.

Immediately afterwards, there were bursts of exclamations from the crowd, as well as the hiss of gasping for air, or the rejoicing of the survivors, or the sobs in the face of death. Mathias glanced at everyone's faces, He could deduce what lottery the opponent had drawn from the changes in their faces.

After a few minutes, inspector Mark stood up and said coldly: All those who have drawn a red ticket step forward.

Markle's voice fell on everyone's ears,

Those who only got wooden sticks breathed a sigh of relief and prayed to the gods of their respective beliefs, thanking him for protecting them from escape, while those who were lucky enough to draw red sticks beat their chests and hated their fate Why is it so unfair, or just sitting on the ground with limp legs, eyes slack, empty eyes, face ashen.

What's more, seeing the joy of the people in the same group, he was greatly stimulated, and he wanted to rush to the line infantry around him with live ammunition, but he had just taken one step, and before he could take the second part, he was Hearing a burst of musket fire, the deadly bullets smashed him into a sieve, and the criminal soldiers in the same group as him also fell in a pool of blood.

Seeing this, Mark's mouth twitched into a mocking smile, and said: If one person is guilty, the same group will be punished. If you want to survive, then control the people in your group.

What he said pointed out that those who had drawn the wooden sticks to avoid death immediately looked at the ashen-faced people who had drawn the red sticks in the group. Before the latter could take any action, the other nine rushed over to him. Hold him firmly so he can't move. As a result, many people who got the red lottery were restrained and could only roar unwillingly, waiting for the arrival of death under the suppression of their comrades.

Seeing all this, Mark couldn't help but let out a sneer, and ordered to his deputy: Catch all those who have drawn red tickets, take them to the edge of the moat, and shoot them.

Of order. The deputy promised, and then passed on his order.

According to the tradition, the law of eleven draws was supposed to drag out the soldiers who got the death lottery and stone them to death or beat them to death with wooden sticks, but after the whole army was equipped with muskets, this method of death was changed to execution by shooting . The inspectors of the various legions are very reluctant to change the method of death. In their opinion, changing from the more cruel stoning and sticking to death to simple shooting will not arouse the fear in the soldiers' hearts at all, and let them remember this experience.

What is more memorable than watching a person being tortured and killed? Take a shot, and if you hit a vital point, you will die on the spot. Unless the ballistic trajectory drifts far, and it hits the limbs or other parts of the body, it will make people feel strong pain, otherwise the visual impact will not be comparable to the previous two. It's like a death method.

Under Mark's eyes full of resentment, those who had won the red lottery were forcibly dragged out by the military police, and rushed to the edge of the moat to stand neatly facing the river. They were unmoved by the stench, because Both legs were already shaking violently, many people's pants were soaked, and a puddle of water leaked faintly from under their bodies, and they knew what it was without looking.

The position they were facing was the gap in the city wall that was bombarded by artillery. The gap was full of civilians who joined in the fun. They all heard about the execution of the perpetrators, so they came to watch together. While watching, they gritted their teeth and cursed the criminal soldiers. Many civilians whose relatives were slaughtered even wanted to rush over and cross the moat to kill the murderer with their own hands.

Amidst the curses of the civilians onlookers, the gendarmerie of the legion stood two meters behind the criminal soldiers with loaded flintlock guns. The corpse is average, without any color fluctuations.

Check the gun.

brush - click -

There was a sound of checking the guns, and the gendarmes put down the muskets again and stood beside them.

Raise the gun!

As soon as the officer finished speaking, the gendarmes moved in unison. They raised their muskets, leaned the butt of the guns against their shoulders, and aimed at the trembling prisoner in front of them.

Mom...I don't want to die...Mom...

I want to go home...

...

The sobs of the criminal soldiers did not move the gendarmes who aimed their guns at them. They put their fingers on the trigger and waited for the officer to give an order before they could shoot the bullets and end the lives of those criminal soldiers.

shooting!

bang bang bang—

A series of gunshots rang out, and the criminal soldiers standing on the edge of the moat were shot down one after another, and fell into the dirty moat with a plop, splashing a large amount of water. Shooting at such a short distance, there is no possibility of empty guns, even if He couldn't be shot on the spot, and there was absolutely no possibility of surviving if he fell into the moat.

Then, the shooting continued...