"Bring him over ......"

Ed knew he couldn't escape this, but he didn't move, he had one last chance. The moment the two members of the Fellow Townsmen's Association lifted him up one by one, this soldier, who had never been on the battlefield, did the most correct thing tonight under the influence of a strong desire to survive.

He hooked the neck of the guy who lifted him on his shoulder, and at the same time pulled out the dagger, and with a kick of both legs, he kicked the little guy who was carrying his legs backwards, and he himself used this force to half-crouch on the ground. With the strength of his hand, the young man stumbled forward as Ed stood up, the dagger in his hand pressed against the neck of the young man who looked to be about a teenager. He quickly moved behind the big boy, pinching his throat with one hand and holding the dagger in the other, pressing against his arteries.

With a little effort, he was able to slit the young man's carotid artery, and a triumphant smile appeared on his face as he endured the intense pain as he looked at the people around him who were already surrounding him.

He knew that a figure like Doolin would have many subordinates, and how to ensure the loyalty of his subordinates was the biggest problem for these people. There are so many gangs within the empire, and every year a group disappears from people's sight. In addition to the demise caused by the fight between the gangs, there is also a part of the subordinates who have undeserved selfishness and make trouble, and finally a new gang replaces the old one.

If Durin didn't give his men a way out in front of these people, then he would most likely let his men turn away, which he certainly didn't want to see. If he wants to maintain his image, he must give himself another chance, a chance to leave.

Ed may not be the best at fighting, but when it comes to politics and these careful thoughts, he is actually about the same as a politician. It's not that there is no politics in the military, it's just that many people can't understand it.

In order to manage their subordinates well, those non-commissioned officers have to let the soldiers know that they are strong, military and tactical, and at the same time, they have to win the hearts and minds of the people. Otherwise, who would get up in the middle of the night and go to the stinky camp to cover those soldiers with quilts, don't you know how to sleep a little longer?

He licked his lips that were a little tense and smiled calmly, "I know you, Mr. Doolin, this time I am planted, let me leave, I will act as if nothing happened." Otherwise, even if I die, I will find someone to accompany me to heaven. He shook the dagger in his hand and let Durin know that he still had a hostage in his hand, and if he wanted the hostage to be safe, he had to meet his conditions.

Durin didn't speak, and neither did the others, everyone was looking at him, and when he saw that Ed was a little hairy, the young man he was holding suddenly moved. He just stuck the pistol in the pocket of his pants in order to carry Ed's "corpse", he directly held the gun and raised his arm to aim the muzzle at Ed, and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Ed's mind went blank at this moment, and he couldn't even understand why this young man had to shoot himself at the cost of his own life. Didn't he want to live, or did he think he didn't dare kill him?

As a descendant of a noble family from an aristocratic background, lying on a high cloud from the moment he was born, he doesn't need to worry about food and clothing, everything he uses is the best. Maybe before he became sensible, he didn't even understand what money was for, and he couldn't understand how the bottom of society wallowing in the mud and shit was to make a living. That's definitely not something to brag about, people sell all their labor in exchange for a meager salary, or even dignity!

The weekly salary barely kept his family from starving, and when someone in the family fell ill, he had to pray to the gods not to take him/her life.

Until Durin appeared, he was like a lightning bolt from the hands of the gods, tearing through the darkness that never saw the sun, causing the curtain of fear to gradually fall, and everyone to see the light.

There is hope and pursuit in people's lives, everyone says that Doolin is good, and some even follow the example of those young people who died for Doolin. Because they solved the problems of the whole family's life at once, they would also give the other younger siblings or older siblings a solid foundation, a hope to become rich and powerful! People said that they were not actually dead, but they were still around Durin, protecting the apostle who had inherited the glory of the previous king and the gods.

The boy had never been so resolute, but he had no fear, there was only a fanaticism in his heart that supported him, the death of the Messiah chosen by the kings and gods was supremely glorious, his name would be inscribed on the stone tablets in all the churches of the country, respected and worshipped by all the Guartes, he would gain eternal immortality, and even after death, he would become the heroic spirit of the gods, fighting for Durin as a heroic spirit!

His heart was beating strongly, and every pulse was like a thunderbolt hitting his body, burrowing into his soul, and making him stronger!

A gunshot rang out, and blood splattered!

I am not afraid of death!

I long for death!

A nobleman who has no beliefs, no ideals, and has not gone through countless hardships and tortures will never be able to feel this strong emotion like boiling blood, he has already ordered his body to squat down quickly, the bullet still entered his shoulder socket, his arm holding the dagger jerked back, and a large stream of blood suddenly gushed out of the young man's neck.

The boy did not arrive immediately, he put one hand on his neck, turned slowly, and looked at Ed with contempt and disdain, and raised his pistol to destroy Ed's hands and feet.

Durin rushed up and took out the pistol in his hand and fired more than twenty shots into the sky in a row, until the muzzle of the gun already emitted a hot breath before stopping. He pointed the muzzle of the gun at the young man's neck and pressed it hard, and there was a sound of green smoke rising from it, and there was a slight smell.

"Drive me to the hospital immediately, the best doctor, you must save him!", Durin pushed the boy into Dover's arms, then picked up the boy's pistol from the ground, which he was unable to grasp due to blood loss and dizziness, and stood in front of Ed.

Ed was sweating profusely, the pain of his palms and soles being shot through was beyond his imagination, he screamed a few times before closing his mouth, his resentful gaze resting on Durin's face, "I said, if you want to kill me, I will kill one of you too." ”

Durin took out a cigarette, and Keener, who was carrying the box, took the initiative to take out a lighter and lit a cigarette for Durin, his expression was also very serious, this was the first time that his own side had been attrition in his mission, and he also felt the cruelty of the world. This is not Alfalfa Town, this is the real world.

"You think you're the only one who will die?", Durin sneered as he took a puff of smoke to suppress the murderous intent in his heart, "If my brother dies, you, your family, and your loved ones will be buried for him." I will find your best friend, find your most beloved lover, find your most respected teacher, and all those who are close to you will be implicated by this. ”

"If I were you, I would pray to that incompetent old man that my brother would survive. ”

Durin suddenly handed the pistol to Keina, and he turned to look at the bright-eyed teenagers, and he asked, "How do we deal with the enemies who have hurt our brothers and sisters in our most glorious times?"

The most glorious he refers to refers to the heyday of the Guarte Dynasty, when the steel-made Guarte warriors, led by the kings and the gods, swept across the continent. As with many empires, there were many peoples who had been conquered by force during that period, unwilling to be ruled by the Guarts, who instigated riots and assassinated nobles, hoping to regain their freedom by overthrowing the power of the Guarts.

The first king, like all emperors, never showed mercy to these people, and only torture could suppress the desire for independence and freedom in people's hearts. So the first king invented a very inhumane form of torture called the death of the sun.

In those periods, when people caught such people, they would tie them to a pole and then make a small opening in their stomachs, pull out the intestines and tie them around their necks. This method of execution begins at the moment the sun rises, and as the sun shines, the intestines exposed to the air will soon tighten and become tight, and if the temperature and light are right, the victim will be strangled to death by his contracted intestines at about two o'clock in the afternoon.

This method of execution can only be used in the hot season, but there are also different punishments in other seasons, and the current climate happens to be able to use it as well.

When someone shouted "Passing Sun" with some uncertainty, Durin raised his hand and pointed at him, "Yes, Dead Day." Bandage his wounds and take them away, and ask our friends to experience the despair from hell!"

In the hospital, the tenacious vitality of the young man allowed him to overcome death, and even the doctor sighed, "I have never seen a person who has lost so much blood and can still persevere, this is a miracle in the history of medicine!", he sighed while asking the blood bank to send two more bags of blood, and also brought warm equipment.

The blood in the blood bank is stored in the cold storage, and generally speaking, the blood transfused during surgery is placed at room temperature for a short time, and the temperature is not too low. But this guy lost too much blood, so these blood bags didn't have time to be treated at room temperature, and his body temperature had begun to drop significantly.

"By the way, what's the matter with his wound?", the doctor had a hint of alarm in his eyes, and he was considering whether to call the police.

In the next second, a fist knocked him out, and Durin stood where he was standing just now, took out a roll of money from his pocket and smashed it on the doctor's slightly red and swollen face, his eyes rolled slightly to the edge of his sockets, and squinted at him, "You just need to do your job, you don't need to worry about other things, this is the last time, understand?"