A field full of sand and gravel.

He wore a wreath of thorns on his head, his bare feet on gravel that cut his skin, and his eyes were bloodshot. Because he had prayed all night last night, Joshua, who had not rested for a day and a night, was exhausted, and was still being held by the Roman soldiers like a lamb to the slaughter.

The crown of thorns on his head was full of unpicked spikes, which made his head dripping with blood, and his bare feet gradually began to lose consciousness when they stepped on the sand and gravel in the cold wind.

It was early spring, and the winter cold had not yet completely dissipated, and the cold wind was biting and shivering, not to mention Joshua, who had only a tattered single coat at the moment.

Just as the Roman soldier who forcibly put a crown of thorns on him said jokingly.

"This is your crown, O King of Judah. ”

These Roman soldiers did not believe in Judaism, let alone a Messiah or a messian, but only mocked the man in front of him who claimed to be the king of Judah.

But he didn't refute, but said seriously to the Roman soldier.

"Yes, I'm going to ascend my throne next......"

However, his words only drew more ridicule and ridicule.

"Puff ......"

Finally, Joshua, who was cold, hungry, tired and thirsty, could not hold on, his stiff feet lost his instincts, and he fell to the ground in embarrassment, but a curse sounded in his ears.

"Don't play dead for me, it's time to give you the death penalty!"

As he spoke, the two Roman soldiers beside him forcibly lifted him up, one on the left and one on the right, and with this force, Joshua raised his head......

In the open space in front of him, there were several wooden crosses, and the dark brown blood stains on them proved that many people had died on them, and at this moment, there were already two people crucified, moaning from time to time.

A thought crossed Joshua's mind.

"This is my throne. ”

Immediately, several Roman soldiers worked together to tie Joshua to the cross and prepare for his torture.

However, the process of the cross in the Roman Empire was not simply to tie the prisoner to the cross, but first tied the prisoner's hands to the sides, and then tied the feet together. And this is only the first step, just to prevent the prisoner from breaking free because of the severe pain in the future.

When the prisoner is successfully tied, the soldier nails the mortal into it with a large iron nail at the wrist and nails him into the cross. Since there is also a wooden board at the lower end of the cross where the prisoner can stand, after nailing both hands, a large iron nail will be used to directly nail the two soles of the prisoner's feet together and fix them to the wooden board.

In this way, the three large iron nails successfully nailed the prisoner to death, making it impossible for him to break free.

And mortals, although painful, because none of the three wounds were fatal, the tired and painful prisoners would often wail and scream on the cross for a long time, even for a day and a night, and finally die of exhaustion and bleeding.

When the first large iron nail was nailed into his wrist, Joshua screamed in pain from the force that was simple and brutal and directly hurt his bones.

"Ah!!h

Because of the severe pain, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide, hissing and inhaling, cold sweat oozed from his forehead, the too severe pain made him instinctively try to break free, but the rope in his hand tied him to death, so that he couldn't break free.

However, this is just the beginning......

"Boom!"

The Roman soldier violently swung his hammer and tried to drive the large iron nail into Joshua's wrist, but it was certainly not so easy to succeed in just one time, and it took a few more times to nail the nail to death.

However, this also caused the flesh on Joshua's wrist to be forcibly torn apart again, and every time the rough iron nail advanced at Joshua's wrist, he suffered unbearable pain.

"Ah!!h

Struggling in pain, this man, who was regarded by his disciples as a believer in his heart, couldn't help crying because of the pain at the moment.

He was not a Son of God, just a human being, just a doctor named Hanna, a Jew who tried to spread love and forgiveness among the faithful. Since it is a human being, it is natural to have flesh and blood, and it can cry and laugh, so what's so strange about crying because of pain?

His voice trembled and choked unusually, and waves of pain hit his wrist like a monstrous flood, making him want to pass out on the spot.

However, every time he suffered, he would desperately tell himself over and over again in his heart.

"For the ...... of the Church"

He was tired, and he was on the verge of collapse from the confusion between God and man.

Compared with the pain of not being able to sleep day and night, the physical pain at the moment seems to be nothing.

He gritted his teeth and said desperately in his heart, because he was really afraid that if he relaxed now, he would be tempted to beg the Roman soldiers in front of him for mercy.

"Boom!"

The nail went deep into his wrist again, tearing at his flesh again, the pain was so real, far colder than the firmness in his heart, but he still struggled to hold on.

"For the ...... of the Church"

I tried my best to convince myself over and over again to persevere.

He really cherished the church he had founded, and so many believers were willing to listen to his teachings, willing to listen to his ideals, and made him realize that he was not alone.

The world he dreamed of, the peaceful and beautiful world, was really not just his wish, but many people were looking forward to it.

But he couldn't go any further, he was really tired, but if his death could give the church some more help, he could serve as a precursor to make the church grow more successfully......

Then his death will be worthwhile.

"If my death can help the church......"

He gritted his teeth, thinking to himself.

Finally, the iron nail was inserted into the cross, and it also penetrated Joshua's arm, but at this moment, Joshua's already sore head was covered with cold sweat, and his face was pale.

"The nail in the left hand has been nailed, and now it's the nail in the right hand. ”

At that moment, Joshua heard the conversation of the Roman soldiers below, and realized that the pain that had left him was just the beginning, and that there was still a hand and foot to be nailed......

Will he really be able to hold on?

Joshua didn't know, but he was willing to do his best to do it.

......

Longnookis had never seen such a scene in front of him, and in his many executions, he had seen many people, all kinds of people, but he had never seen such people.

He has seen a hard-boned iron man, who has never said a word, even if his hands and feet are nailed, and he has also seen a soft-boned coward, crying and crying for mercy before he has been tortured, but the person in front of him is completely different.

He didn't look strong, but rather a little thin. It's not a tough guy with iron, and it hurts to scream when he is nailed through his hands and feet, and he even cries a little weakly. But he was not a coward, for no matter how much he was tortured, he gritted his teeth and persevered, never begging them for mercy once as a Roman soldier, never begging them to be lighter.

In the body of the somewhat thin man, there seemed to be an invisible will.

Broken and seemingly ready to collapse at any moment, but always held together by some kind of tenacious force, he was not invincible, but it seemed as if no amount of waves could really break him......

"Who the hell is this? ”

The young Roman soldier muttered dumbfounded.