Chapter 9: The Frontier Regiment (1)
In the cold morning when the ice and snow were blowing, the cold wind was blowing, and the flying snow covered the entire Gobi. The night is getting brighter, and if you look closely, only crystal clear snowflakes are flickering. In the distance, there was a roar of a desert snow wolf, which sounded creepy.
An Murong arrived at the Border Legion with more than 20 marches from Luobu City, and the journey of three days and three nights made the soldiers overworked, and their eyes were as white as snow. One of the soldiers at the front beat a drum that was bigger than him hanging on his chest, and the sound of the beating was slow and deep, and this "dong dong" sound heralded the arrival of the marching legion to the border legionmen.
The marching army and his party stopped outside the city wall, An Murong pulled the horse rope to let the horse stop, and looked at a guard tower on the city wall, white and thick haze exhaled from his mouth, overflowing the bridge of his nose, cheeks, eyebrows and hair, and the snowflakes also fell on every part of his body one by one, and the cold air continued to sublimate from the ground, instantly turning into frost and covering. An Murong dismounted sideways, his heavy black mink cloak rose with the wind as he dismounted, his feet made a "creaking" sound on the snow, and the attendant held the horse rope, and he moved his eyes to the countless black flags flying on the tower, and the flags made a "whoosh" sound in the wind. The most dazzling thing is the tallest flag, or the eagle pattern with black as the background and white as the word is extremely blurred, and the distance is far, but through the fog, you can still see the pattern embroidered with the posture of spreading wings and flying, looking as resolute and loyal as a soldier of the Frontier Legion. The faces of countless Frontier Legion soldiers stood on the tower, like the embroidered pattern, and their faces were full of fortitude and loyalty. Standing in the center of the tower was Wei Sen, fifteen years old, and at nearly fifty years old, he had gray hair and looked more like an old man. His gray eyes were a little uneven, his face was as thin as a pair of scissors, and he put his hands in his sleeves, and the cold made him hunch, and his eyes looked at the marching army under the tower.
"Open the gates. Visson commanded, his language was so powerful that no one dared to resist, and although he was old, the wind and sand on the border had refined his face to that of a sixty-year-old, and a few deep wrinkles were carved out of his forehead, but the majesty and fortitude remained. The Frontier Legion Commander Roca was killed, and as the elder of Rob City, in addition to the regimental commander, he was also the highest commander here, and he was qualified enough to order everyone here.
The warrior on the castle tower picked up a trombone and blew it, and the trumpet sounded several times, and the sound continued for a while, and the sound of the trumpet probably traveled dozens of kilometers away. The gates were opened by two guards, making a "squeak" sound, which sounded very harsh.
An Murong and his entourage walked into the Wei Tower, the huge courtyard, the Wei Tower, and the steps were full of more than 200 people, the death row prisoner who killed the head of the regiment had been led to the beheading platform, his hands were tied to the cross, and a circle was full of firewood of different sizes, and a guard next to him stood next to the death row prisoner with a torch in one hand, and one hand behind his back, waiting for the master to give the order. Wei Sen and the people in the courtyard gave An Murong a greeting salute, and shouted out one after another, "Lord An." ”
When An Murong saw Wei Sen's familiar face, Wei Sen let out a rough cry from his mouth, and then hugged An Murong, making An Murong almost out of breath, "My lord, you are handsome, I remember the last time I saw you, you were only nine years old, if I remember correctly, you often climbed the highest city wall of the ancient city, An Ning ran to your mother to complain, you always had to be beaten, and then locked you up, and you were probably injured by climbing." ”
An Murong pursed his lips and smiled, "I've been naughty since I was a child, but I'm still very timid. He took off his gloves and looked at the prisoner and asked, "Is he the one who killed the head of Roca?"
"Yes, Lord Ann. "Actually," replied, "I will send a message to the king of all the circumstances here, and I will recommend a henchman to be the commander of the Frontier Legion." ”
"Yes. An Murong raised his eyebrows and said, "There is no doubt about your loyal father, I came here to take you back, my father needs you, and Luobu City also needs you." ”
"But I'm too old to go to war. Wei Sen was extremely moved, looked at An Murong and said in a trembling voice.
"You've been through countless battles, your experience on the battlefield is still there, and this place doesn't belong to you. An Murong looked serious, and his long hair was flying in the wind.
A smile appeared on the corner of Wei Sen's mouth, and the two walked side by side to the death row prisoner, An Murong glanced at the prisoner, and then looked at the pile of firewood in front of the prisoner and asked, "Is this to burn him alive?"
"This is the rule set by Captain Roca. "That's what happens to anyone who kills, robs, rapes." ”
An Murong stopped, pondered for a moment and said, "Roca is dead, this rule has to be changed, give him a good time!"
"Yes, sir. After Wei Sen finished speaking, the two soldiers untied the prisoner on the cross, pulled him and pressed his body against a wooden stake, the prisoner struggled with all his strength, looked sideways at An Murong and shouted, "I protest." The voice roared through the silent sky like an eardrum, and everyone looked at him, "Roca killed my whole family, my mother, my sister, and my brother, and Roca also took my woman and killed my child who was less than two years old, and he died innocently." ”
An Mu looked at Wei Sen in surprise, "What he said is true? How can there be a woman in the Frontier Legion, and it is still a family? Rob City has a rule that it is not allowed to bring family members to the Frontier Legion." ”
"They are a tribe fleeing the famine. "Passing through the border, Roca insisted on bringing them back, and I persuaded him. ”
An Murong frowned, and a shadow was cast on his face, "Execute the punishment, killing people must pay for your life." An Murong turned around and stopped looking at the prisoner.
Wei Sen looked at the death row prisoner intently, he has long been accustomed to this kind of murder scene, he has been in the Border Army for many years, and he is used to seeing too many criminals die here, either beheaded or burned alive, and the tragic situation before death will make people get goosebumps all over their bodies. The expression of the death row prisoner in front of him was also terrified, and the two soldiers pressed him to the wooden stake with all their strength, making him unable to move, and he struggled his face to turn red with the only strength he had left, and prayed with trembling words for the heavens, the gods, and the savior to appear. As one of the guards swung his long sword and cut off the head of the death row prisoner neatly, a large piece of red blood splashed in the snow in an instant, and the head rolled several times before stopping.