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At dusk, in the barracks of George's barracks, a separate wooden fence was erected, and about 300 of the routed soldiers who had belonged to Caesar were tied to the stakes—George's 6,000 sergeants had been making the stakes to bind them all day.

There were also nearly 500 bloody heads, all severed by Valangia's Red Hand detachment, and displayed in front of the wooden fence, which was only a corner of the eastern part of the city of Gallipoli, and almost a cruel and asymmetrical war - behind the wooden fence, the imperial flag of the emperor fluttered, representing the unquestionable authority of the warden master.

Outside the trenches, there stood thousands of people, each of them like evil spirits who had just crawled out of hell, all of them were miserable by this group of routs before, property was plundered, family members were killed, women and children were **, and now seeing the once invincible rout of the army end up like this, the joy of revenge and greater anger rose in their hearts, "Kill them, kill them!" The shouts were as unstoppable as a storm over the Sea of Gallipoli.

It was in this scene that Gawain held the head of Caesar's attendant, and under the "cover" and "supervision" of Farov and other comrades, passed through the angry crowd and came to the wooden fence.

Smelling blood, the people saw the head, and then they cheered, taking Gawain as their hero, and many people were asking who this man was? In fact, the original meaning of Farov's move was to clear himself of responsibility, meaning that he was responsible for the death of Caesar's young attendant, and only Gawain, a recruit who did not obey military orders, had the opposite effect - the people put a makeshift wreath on Gawain's head, and hugged him back and forth, as if welcoming a great war hero, leading him to the door of the wooden gate.

On the viewing platform of the wooden fence, George. Pararogus was standing upright on it, and then he saw Gawain, and asked aloud, "This soldier, I may ask you, whose head is in your hand?" ”

Gawain, who was standing under him, did not answer, he was afraid of causing a bigger commotion.

But George pointed his whip to the other side, and soon a rout, tied to a pillar, pulled his neck and shouted to the warden that he confessed, "That is the head of Caesar's favorite chamberlain, Manix." ”

Then, George nodded, and then he looked around the entire wooden fence and the raging crowd outside, full of energy, "Farov, you are the earl commander of this detachment, please tell me why Marix was beheaded by you." ”

Farov was silent with a hateful expression on his face, but there was a great uproar from the people, and the warden on the spectator continued to speak in a stern tone, "I need an answer, Commander Count Farov!" ”

"He's a ** girl, killed by my subordinate Gawain, I was going to tie him up and give him to you for decision." Farov finally couldn't stand it anymore and raised his hand to show submission.

Then, in the midst of the roar, George smiled and bowed his head, and he stretched out his arm, "This soldier has done the right thing, and if I were present, I would not hesitate to confront such a despicable murderer, and reward Gawain with thirty gold solides." After saying that, George took a money bag from the auditor beside him, and threw a graceful arc from the air, and the money bag fell at Gawain's feet, "Judge Jun, stick Marconis's head on the stake and show it to the public, and then execute all the rest of the routs who were tied up!" ”

Seeing this, the people raised their arms and looked at the terrified soldiers with demonic eyes, screaming and cheering—and then the hooded executioners, with axes and short blades, slew them all at the stakes, and the screams were deliberately made by George, and the feet of many of the routs who were in great pain before death stirred up a pit in the earth below, and blood stained the entire execution ground, and then flowed out, filling almost the entire trench.

"It's just the first day of the battle, and from tomorrow I'm George. Pararogus would set up ten appeasement zones in all the regions of Gallipoli, and slay all the defeated troops one by one. Any citizen who encounters an escaped rout can kill them on the spot, or twist them to me, and I will accept any accusations and complaints from the people. In each appeasement area, I will send 300 soldiers to garrison, so that the people and merchants can rest assured that if a group of routs dare to fight back against me, then I, George, will be waiting for him here, with 3,000 veterans, and if they dare to come, they will come as good as they come, and save me the trouble of looking for these insects! George then addressed all the people of Gallipoli, concluding with a sentence, "I am the guarantor of the fortress. Here is Pararogus, and you will live in peace. ”

This George is definitely a ruthless person, still holding his head Gawain, looking at the dusty money bag under his feet, he doesn't want the gangsters to be so easily fanatical, of course he knows that the head of the George stable is an ambitious and enthusiastic person, "But I don't hate such characters, following a mediocre and incompetent superior is the biggest tragedy in life." ”

The next day, the barracks of the army of tens of thousands of soldiers, which had been recruited from all over the country by Macaulinus and brought in from Xiaoya, opened the gates to George's detachment, and all the soldiers had taken off their armor and wore their smocks, and could only sit on the ground trembling and begging.

On the third day, George had mastered all the ranks of the Myaulinus, and then he drew all the captains out of them, and slaughtered them all in front of his wooden fence camp, with their heads hanging densely on stakes and pillars, where ravens and vultures flew for all to see.

George then dismissed all the routs, leaving only about a thousand stonemasons, carpenters, rope kneaders, and sailors who had been with the army, and it can be said that by the time Myaulinus, who had been in the old and faint mansion of the Gallipoli Fortress, had already been scattered.

Only a group of wine-bag-like staff and generals were left, and they also rushed to leave the mansion and go to the royal warden to flatter them, but George did not have a good relationship with them at all, and all of them were expelled and sent away.

Myaulinus, shrugged his shoulders, bare like an ostrich's egg, and his head was only a ring of white hair, and sat dejectedly at the long table in the mansion, with nothing in front of him but a slave taken by cattle and horses, and an open box in front of him containing the head of Marconis, the young Marconis whom he loved the most