For Lao Luo, prison sentences are a common thing.

He met the most when he was a mercenary in later generations, especially in the ethnic wars in black Africa, where genocides often occurred, and he carried out several actions to arrest the perpetrators of the massacre, and the captured guys were often executed on the spot, and there was rarely any trial or anything like that, even if there were Geneva Conventions in later generations.

In this era, this is the first time he has appeared as a prisoner at the scene of an execution, and the last time he was outside Rai to punish Iranians who tried to sneak up on the camp, he appeared as a decision-maker.

The sentencing standard was negotiated by Lao Luo a few people very early on, and Siddeck Nord was the best executor. This blue-eyed guy from the Black Forest of Bavaria has become more and more like his junior secret police, with falcon-like blue eyes, long golden-white hair and beard, and a little less of a black top hat and black trench coat. But this image of Sidd Nord is more fierce than that of the secret police, and a little less of a vulture.

It is not difficult to sentence the captive, but it is not easy to sentence the inner ghost. The captives are foreign enemies, and they can't be punished too much, but the inner ghosts have a myriad of kinship relationships inside the camp, and it is impossible to connect the nine clans according to this era.

Therefore, the heavy punishment and beheading were more than a dozen masterminds who were good friends with Li Zhan, including the other two who went to visit Mushara with Li Lian that day - it was actually easy to catch them, although Mnachi's subordinates failed to enter the cavalry school, they were also good at guarding the inner camp, Jin Qian's subordinates were hunters, needless to say that they were familiar with the camp, plus a group of sharp-eyed guys from the Judge Advocate General's Office, it was not much more difficult to catch people in this palm-sized camp than to catch chickens in cages.

It is true that the first evil must be eliminated, and it is impossible to coerce and not investigate, it can only be said that there is no in-depth investigation, and all the punishments that should be there are there. There were sixty or seventy guys who were removed from the garrison camp, all of whom were ordinary people who liked to be greedy for small things or who could not see the form clearly and tried to attach themselves to the Li family, and these people, no matter what position they had previously held in the garrison camp, would be dismissed from military posts and sentenced to thirty lashes, and they would have to do the heaviest and hardest labor on the road in the future.

In the end, there are some civilians who can't distinguish right from wrong, and don't care about the safety of the camp, they play cover in the process of foreign invasion, such as allowing outsiders to live in their own tents, etc., and the only thing they get is a little property, and now these people are all named and whipped and fined, as a warning and a supplement, and then there will be either a beheading or an expulsion next time, which is already the slightest punishment.

"That's all for the overall ruling, does anyone have anything to say?" Suppressing the onlookers, announcing the verdict on all captives or ghosts, blue eyes swept towards the surrounding onlookers in the camp.

This form of questioning is Lao Luo's request, and the purpose is nothing else, one is to show justice, and at the same time let the onlookers play the role of a jury, and the second is that this kind of important event can be arranged according to the reaction of the people on the scene to deal with the follow-up treatment of the incident.

No one spoke, this way of dealing with it has been done reasonably, and it is already a blessing to invite heaven to exterminate the clan without quarreling according to this era, so even the family members of those ghosts who have been sentenced to death do not dare to talk nonsense, not for anything else, no one is really ignorant, and the people involved in their family have already committed public anger, and if they dare to talk nonsense, they will seek death.

After a brief period of silence, the execution began.

Next to the empty field in this camp is a large pit as a garbage dumping site, and a lot of domestic garbage in the camp is thrown into the pit every day, and in the evening, there are special people to cover up the floating soil on the garbage, in order to prevent mosquitoes and flies from flying everywhere and to cover up the smell of some garbage after decay.

Now a pit about 15 meters deep and two or three meters deep has been dug on the edge of the garbage pit, and more than 400 captives and ghosts who need to be beheaded have been taken to the edge of the pit, and then the soldiers wearing red robes and red hoods on their heads are in charge of execution.

The red burqa is the professional equipment of the executioner, and the red hood is an object that Lao Luo has added and modified, in order to prevent disputes within the camp, and their execution tool is a thick back similar to a ghost head knife**, unlike the scimitar suitable for cavalry assault cutting, this kind of infantry is very suitable for chopping with a heavy knife made of steel clamping method, which can cut off a bundle of straw mats with a diameter of forty centimeters without hindrance, and the fragile neck of human beings is naturally not a problem.

The captives who were bound hand and foot and were powerless to resist looked desperate, but they did not sympathize with them, this is the deserved fate of being captured by the enemy, of course, there are also fierce faces, and their mouths are still shouting inexplicable tribal slogans, but like the former, they quickly turn into silent corpses under the blade of the thick-backed long knife, their heads rolling on the ground like balls, and the blood in their chests spurting forward along the arteries.

If the captives are desperate or ferocious, the inner ghosts waiting for execution are full of dazed faces, maybe they haven't figured out that they were still singing and laughing with the son of the Great Elder a few days ago, but at this moment they have become death row prisoners waiting to be beheaded, but there is no time for them to think about it anymore, their punishment is different from that of the captives, a sharp short knife slid from behind the front of the neck, and then the neck was kicked to the ground with the sound of choking blood into the lungs, and the out-of-control body twisted and fell to their own blood pool without purpose.

The swift and effective executioners moved very quickly, and the blood soaked the large area near the new pit, wetting the red robes on the executioners, and at the same time shocking all the onlookers in the camp, a fierce iron and blood gnawed on everyone's chest.

No one was noisy, no one was even going to make a big move, and the executioner became a fierce killing god in the eyes of all civilians.

As the executioners began to leave, a group of men in soap-colored robes entered the field, and they threw the bodies of the captives into a new pit like garbage—where a shallow layer of fresh plasma had accumulated. The Judge Advocate General's Office began to recite the names of the ghosts whose throats had been cut, and if there were family members who wished to carry the body away, they could come forward, and those who did not should be dealt with in the same way.

Few bodies were taken away – and most of them were considered a disgrace to their families.

After the corpses were disposed of, the guys in soap-colored robes began to take out the shovel, shoveling the blood stains on the ground and the sand into the pit full of corpses, and then layers of gravel and sand were filled into the pit and trampled until there were no more obvious traces.

……

An oasis in the middle of the desert, Mashhad is an open place to live and it is open to people and no one is restricted. Mushara lived in the estate of a Ghaznavid merchant, and as Mahmud's vice-governor of the inner court and envoy to the north, he could easily requisition the merchant's residence, and the expropriated merchant would be rewarded with a humble smile and a gift of the lovely women they had collected.

It was evening again, and after the dusk, three or five figures entered the manor with the afterglow of the setting sun, and several people were left near the porch, and the leader walked directly into the main house, "Your Excellency, there is no news from the north?" ”

In the center of the lobby of the main house sat a sturdy man with a rough and bold face, it was Mushara, who was leaning on the rolled up blanket on the edge of his seat, holding a charming Persian dancer in the crook of his arm, and next to him a woman sitting on his legs twisted grapes in her hands and stuffed them into his mouth, "Brother Abdul, come, come, sit quickly." Don't always be so impatient, the naan should be cooked slowly, too much it will burn. ”

"Your Excellency, how can I not be in a hurry? News came from Herat that my father had been burned to death in the city lord's mansion, and that the warriors of the Hakmu tribe outside the city had lost at least 4,000 men...... "The person who came in was none other than Abdullah, the assistant of the Great Imam. Hackwood.

"Aina, go and call your sisters to accompany the two future imams who are very angry, good boy!" Mushara patted the girl beside her on the buttocks, commanded in an almost greasy voice, and then turned to Hakmu and said, "My brother, you must know that it is not only your Hakmu warrior who has been lost, but also the emir's brother Abdul. Massoud was killed with 20,000 men on the banks of the Hari River, and the city of Herat was still in disarray, and the rest of the six camps were lost in manpower, the most serious of which was 7,000 men...... How do you say? ”

“…… Allah is above! Hakmu gasped, "Why are those remnants of the Tang people so powerful?" ”

The concerns of the two people are different, so it is not surprising that the information collected is different, at least Mushara is not strange, "If it is just the Tang people, it is nothing, the point is that the descendants of those craftsmen now have a leader, and this leader is very powerful!" ”

"You mean...... The ...... named Bartol" Hakmu remembered the tall man he met at that time when he went to visit the Tang people at the behest of the Imam.

"That's the guy!" Mushara gritted his teeth confirmed, "He is harder than the rocks of the bottom of the Magyars, more cunning than the most cunning rats of the steppe...... Abdu. Massoud was killed by his troops, and the war in Herat was also caused by him......"

"Such a powerful fellow, is it a warrior sent by the devil?" Hakmu sighed, his face turning pale in an instant.

A hint of disdain flashed in Musala's eyes, this is the servant who guards the gods? But this contempt will not be expressed by him, "So, dear brother Abdul, we do not have the right troops in the north now......"

"I don't know what happened to the Ghaznavids, does Your Excellency the Emir know the news?" Hakmu interrupted Mushara rather rudely.

"......" Mushara suppressed the anger in his heart, there was no way, who told him not to get things done, if that stubborn Elmi knew the current situation, he would definitely cut off his head, in order to save his life, he still needed to use the power of the guy in front of him, "There is no messenger for the time being, but His Highness Mahmoud is fighting in the south, I'm afraid it will be a long time before the reply, the weather is starting to get cold, I'm afraid winter will come soon." ”

"That'...... How is it good? "Hakmu's mind is in a mess, and he can't think of anything to do, let alone play tricks with religion, although he is one of the few literate people among the Turks, but war is really not his forte.

"Little Baby, go see what your sister is doing, why haven't you come back?" Mushara sent the only remaining maid out, and when there was no one around, he whispered: "Dear brother Abdul, the only way to avenge your father is to find a way to summon the holy war of the Great Imam, and say that the infidels slaughtered my innocent herdsmen and blasphemed the gods!" ”

"This ......," Hakmu pondered for a while, "I'm afraid it won't work, the Great Imam has his own sources, and he's too old to want another war......"

"Hmph, then let him die," Mushara didn't care about anything for his own life, "The Great Imam is dead, you are a person close to him, it can be said that the Tang people assassinated him...... You don't need me to tell you what happened after that, right? ”

The voices of the discussion grew inaudible, and after a while, snickering echoed in the lobby.

I really don't know if their Allah will burn their anger on their heads as soon as they hear it......

"Aina, Tilse, where's the place? Come on......" Mushara had discussed the matter and was going to call someone to get in touch with the new partner.

No one answered, and the smell of blood filled the air.

"Who's out there?" Mushara felt that something was wrong and shouted.

As he was about to get up and go out to take a look, in the dark shadow outside the lobby door, several crossbow arrows flew in almost without a trace of wind, and two sneaky men who had fallen to rest on the carpet were so weak that they fell to the ground and were silent for a few counts.

Then a man dressed in black walked in silently, took away all the crossbows, knocked over the oil lamps on the wall on the rich carpet, and then knocked down the corbel candle on the table in the oil stains, and the faint flames soon ignited on the oil-soaked carpet, and spread more quickly......