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Nadal Jr. was a native and familiar with every street here, he was a descendant of a true Sunni Muslim, and he was a child, and the Black Death would not have paid attention to him.

White has an English-looking face that attracts attention as soon as he appears on the street.

In the past, White could also use the Foreign Legion to disguise himself, but now, the lone Foreign Legion will definitely be inspected by the Black Death, and the slightest carelessness will be in danger of death.

"Let's go. Old Nadal walked in on crutches and said, "That Chinese friend has given you two choices, one is to deliver the message, and the other is to protect Amida here." ”

"Yes, Mr. White, I'd be scared to be here alone!" Amida, too, appeared at the door.

It's not a choice, it's a decision that Nadal's family has already made.

"But ......" White felt ashamed, he was a special soldier, but he had to let an old man and a child complete the task for him.

"Nothing, saving your life is just as important as killing someone. Old Nadal patted White on the shoulder and turned to walk outside the villa.

"Uncle White, I'll be able to do it!" Nadal Jr. made a cheering gesture and jumped out with the old Nadal.

One old and one young, dressed in traditional Muslim clothing, walk through the streets of Aleppo without looking dazzling at all.

At a distance of more than 800 meters, the two walked for fifteen minutes to arrive, passing through two checkpoints in the middle, and the Black Death apostles saw this combination of old and young, not only did they not search and intercept them, but also shouted loudly for them to hurry up, and if they were late, there would be no good show.

The Aleppo Fort was built on a small stone hill surrounded by a wide moat, which is now almost dry, making the whole fort even more quaint.

The first gate of the castle is the Snake Gate, with a statue of a giant python on each side, and a square tower and a drawbridge extending forward, beyond which is a square square with an area of thousands of square meters, which is the place where the great trial will be held.

At this moment, there was already a sea of people around the main square, thousands of people gathered to watch the excitement, and more than 200 Black Death Apostles were armed with guns and loaded ammunition, responsible for maintaining order at the scene.

Human beings are a community of good and evil, and the good side and the evil side are fighting all the time.

Good suppresses evil, this person is a good and benevolent person, evil defeats good, and this person will become a demon.

However, neither good nor evil can destroy each other, nor can they remain absolutely strong for a lifetime.

Therefore, human beings are fickle, sometimes evil and sometimes good.

The thousands of people in the square, who were usually kind, included scholars, teachers, businessmen, government officials, and even clergy.

If it weren't for the war, if it weren't for the Black Death's temptation to turn them to evil again and again, they would be no different from the vast majority of people in this world, polite, amiable, helping those in need, and condemning those who have done evil.

But today, they have all changed, the seeds of evil in their hearts have sprouted, and they no longer regard good as beauty, but as pleasure in appreciating blood and cruelty.

Their necks were stretched out, their eyes sprayed with greed, they longed to see the bloody images, they longed to hear the desperate screams of the people.

There are even some who have come early to take their seats, carrying carpets and baking food, as if they want to use the impending tragedy as a spice to accompany the meal.

The elder Nadal was holding his grandson in one hand, squeezing through the crowd with difficulty, and when he was still fifty or sixty meters away from the edge of the suspension bridge, he couldn't get in, and everyone pushed him desperately, and even cast angry glances.

"Grandpa, let me go!" Little Nadal was small and able to weave through the gaps with dexterity.

"Go ahead, stay safe, and go home as soon as you're done!" Without any hesitation, the elder Nadal pushed his grandson.

Watching the figure of little Nadal disappear into the crowd, the old Nadal's eye sockets suddenly moistened.

In just a few days, the once glorious Nadal family has reached the brink of extinction, and only three of the eighteen members remain, but the true soul of the Nadal family has begun to awaken.

A day earlier, his youngest son had launched a death attack on the Black Death in a car with a liquefied gas canister.

Today, his beloved grandson has begun to do his part to eliminate the Black Death.

Maybe tomorrow, too, I'll hold up my gun and wash away the hatred and shame that the Black Dead have brought upon me!

Old Nadal was very proud, trembling and squeezing out of the crowd, came to a building more than a hundred meters away from the square, found a random place to sit, and prayed silently in his heart: "Almighty Allah, please send down the heavenly fire and burn all these Black Dead Apostles to death!"

"Holy war, holy war!" Suddenly, a noisy shout came.

The Wailing Lion Gate, the Laughing Lion Gate and the Snake Gate of the ancient castle opened one after another, and more than a hundred Black Dead Apostles walked out with guns in their hands and dozens of "criminals" wearing black hoods on their heads shouting.

"Holy war, holy war!" the crowd in the square boiled and began to squeeze forward.

"Stand back, stand back!" the Black Death, who was responsible for maintaining order, fired three shots into the sky, and the scene suddenly fell silent.

"Subjects of Allah, the day of the Great Judgment is coming again!" Without any fancy rhetoric, a bearded man in his forties jumped on a stone and raised his arms and shouted: "In the name of Allah Almighty, under the command of Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi, the messenger of Allah Almighty and our most revered leader, the great caliph, and guided by the great Qur'an, today we will punish thirty-two wicked people!"

"Hooray, hooray!" the crowd cheered again.

"Brush!" the bearded man unfolded a piece of paper and read it aloud: "Gusta Sisse, a native of Yezidis, stole ten eggs and one loaf of bread from his Muslim brothers on Umayyad Street on October 6, and was sentenced to beheading." Abdullah Sitanio was sentenced to beheading for stealing six pounds of rice and three pounds of olive oil from his Muslim brothers near ......the Grand Mosque."

The verdict is simple and straightforward, with only the name of the offender, the reason for the offense, and the result of the order.

The first wave was all guilty of theft, and there were five of them, all men.

Every time the bearded man read a man's name, the Black Dead pulled one out of the hooded men and escorted him to the middle of the square.

There was a table already set up there, stained with blood, apparently having been used many times.

After reading the first verdict, the bearded man shouted: "Execution!"

Immediately, the masks of the men were removed, and four or five men took control of one and pressed their right hands against the table.

These people obviously already knew their fate, and even more so that resistance would not help at all, so most of them were numb, and instead of struggling, they did not scream, but closed their eyes and trembled, waiting for that terrible moment to come.

"Bah!" The executioner was a big fat man, shirtless, with a big axe in his hand, and spat twice in the palm of his hand, walked to the table, raised the axe, and "dangdangdang" five axes in a row, and the palms of the five hands were cut off at the wrist.

Clean and neat, as if it were five strips of radish that had been cut off instead of a human hand.

"Long live, holy war, Allah is great!" was so bloody at the beginning, and the crowd of onlookers suddenly boiled with blood and screamed strangely.

The punishment of the Black Death was simple, as long as the hands were cut off, these people were considered free.

However, these five people couldn't walk at all, some of them fainted in pain, and some of them just walked out a few dozen meters with their severed hands, and they were surrounded by onlookers.

You punch, I kick, and they quickly turn into dead bodies.

In the face of all this, the Black Death not only did not stop it, but instead helped, and some even cheered loudly.

The first wave of five executions was completed, followed by ten lawsuits, both plaintiffs and defendants.

Relatively speaking, because both the original defendants were Sunnis, the Black Death Apostles behaved very politely and fairly.

Although the punishment was somewhat simple and harsh, and the losing party would be whipped with a whip, it was reasonable, and both the plaintiff and the defendant were convinced, and the onlookers continued to applaud loudly.

In the middle of the second wave's sentence, a dozen Black Dead Apostles emerged from the castle, each carrying a large box filled with fist-sized pieces of rubble.

When onlookers saw the stones being dumped in the middle of the square, their eyes lit up.

Stoning, the next step will be to carry out stoning!

Sure enough, the third wave of sentenced were a pair of young men and women, who were sentenced to death by stoning because of premarital sex + behavior!

"Brothers of the Muslims, pick up the stones and let us execute this shameless man and woman with our own hands!" shouted the bearded man and wife.

"Kill them!" More than twenty young people jumped out of the crowd and went to the center of the square to choose suitable stones.

The pair of young people were tied up + tied, but they didn't keep their mouths gagged, and they were already frightened when they watched the crowd approaching them.

"Spare your life, spare your life, we don't dare anymore!" the woman cried loudly.

"Kill me, I forced Sinaya, this has nothing to do with Sinaya!" the man roared, trying to cover his girlfriend with his body.

"Execution!" shouted the bearded man, raising his arms.

"Bang, bang, bang......" The stones rained down like a raindrop.

In the beginning, people were selective, choosing only small rocks and hitting only the unimportant parts of the bodies of young men and women.

"Ahh

Gradually, the strength of the person who carried out the stoning became greater, and the choice of the strike site became less particular.

Finally, a large rock hit the man's head, and the man fainted with a scream.

"Bang bang bang!" a big man rushed over and slapped three stones at the man's head in a row, and his brain burst suddenly, obviously not alive.

"Abdullah!" The woman's teeth had been knocked out, and her face was covered in blood, but her body had not been severely damaged, and in desperation, she struggled to crawl towards the man.

"Strip her naked!" Bad taste was always everywhere, and several young men rushed over at once, and swept the woman clean with three strikes and five divisions.

With her snow-white skin, her towering chest, and its specks of blood and bruises, the woman was like a statue.

"Come on, smash my head!" the woman roared angrily.

Little Nadal was near the square, watching the woman being frantically attacked by a group of men, holding the button-like thing in his hand, and he couldn't stop shouting in his heart: "Uncle China, why don't you do it yet?"

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