Section 149 Judgment

Accompanied by a small group of cavalry, the little girl rode past the enemy's former camp.

There was no sun today, so there was still a mist on the battlefield at this time, obscuring the view from a hundred paces away. But the fog could not hide the smell of the battlefield - the smell of blood was so strong that it irritated people to vomit. The few who had been mortally wounded but not yet dead choked up there, breaking the unusual silence from time to time.

This is the battlefield. It was not as magnificent as the child's mind imagined, there was only death, pain and blood, and scattered weapons, armor, and bits and pieces, indicating the terrible things that had happened here.

If it weren't for the crotch riding this little mare, the little girl's feet might not even be able to support her body. For some reason, she remembered something from the book. The book records the victories of Garunas and King Macremiz one after another, and there are records, poems, and various stories that have been derived. These words are all about these great military victories in a tone of worship, ostentation, and praise, but there is no mention of the corpses and blood that pervaded the battlefield.

She ostensibly seemed to be patrolling the battlefield to test her victory. But only she knows that her heart has long lost her square inch, and in fact, she is just strolling forward, with no purpose at all. All that was left in her mind was now chaos, and a little bit of unspeakable fear.

It would be nice if Ashrufat was here. No, no, she can't think so, this time it's just herself!

She saw a wounded man lying on the ground, groaning in pain. When she got closer, she saw that the other party's abdominal cavity had been cut open, and all her internal organs were flowing to the ground. The wounded turned half his head slightly, and looked at her with blank eyes—not at her, perhaps, but just in her direction, and let out a sigh of pain and sorrow.

Watching the queen stop the horses, the knights behind her also stopped. After a few seconds, they realized why the queen had stopped. These knights were all veterans of the battlefield and knew exactly what to do in such a situation. A knight rode forward without additional orders, lowered his spear, and pierced the wounded man's throat with a spear.

When he saw the spear piercing, the wounded man did not show any sadness or sadness, but showed a relieved expression of relief and closed his eyes.

"Your Majesty, I think we should go to the captives and have a look. A knight who followed the little girl and held a thick record book in his hand said. This is the recorder - it is a tradition that every victor is willing to record his or her victories and victories in a complete historical record.

The news from the front has long been coming. By now, everyone knows the whole battle - they don't need to know, they can guess. The queen threw all her cavalry—hussars, musketeers, and knights—into the dawn raid. It was a classic, flawless raid. The enemy, completely unsuspected, was thrown into complete confusion from the very beginning of the battle, being repeatedly trampled and slashed by the cavalry, and finally completely routed. They trampled on each other, were driven out of the defenseless camp, and fled forward. However, it was immediately intercepted by infantry and artillery. The defeated soldiers, who had lost the will to fight, soon surrendered to the king's army in droves.

At this moment, Byron's painstakingly cobbled together army of 60,000 is no longer there.

The recorder's words were echoed by the queen - in fact, the little girl had lost her opinion and fell into a state of confusion. Instinctively, she turned her horse's head in the direction she was directed.

It's not a long road.

It was close to noon, and the dawn mist had completely cleared by this time. In front of her, there were only the cavalry of the royal army galloping back and forth, and a group of captives who had laid down their arms and hung their heads in despair. Barranca was dealing with the prisoners here, and when he saw the queen's small team, he immediately stepped forward to greet him.

"Your Majesty, I have preliminarily screened out all the officers among them. Barranca said. It's remarkable to accomplish something so complex in such a short period of time. But if Barranca tried to use this to get the little girl's attention, he would be disappointed. Because the little queen only nodded slightly, indicating that she already knew.

"Are they all over there, do you want to meet them?" asked Barranca, reluctantly. The little girl nodded again.

"Then please follow me. ”

After a short while, the little girl came to the screened captives. The number of this group is not very large, probably only one or two hundred people, some are still wearing armor, some are just wearing military uniforms or even civilian clothes. All of them were empty-handed, and like the other captives, they all hung their heads in despair.

No, it's not appropriate to describe them as downcast. Their state was much better than that of the ordinary soldier captives that the little girl had just seen, they were not depressed because of the defeat, and there was obvious fear and uneasiness among them.

Everyone knew that it was a civil war, so when ordinary soldiers surrendered, they at least did not have to worry about their lives - it was obvious that the queen might have a trial, but nine out of nine would not kill them (and even if they did, it would be against individuals, not groups). If they were to be tried, the soldiers would at least be able to explain that they did not intend to rebel, but that they had been coerced or deceived by their superiors and forced to do so. The worst fate for them, even if they are convicted of a crime, is hard labor.

But with these officers, the situation is different. They consisted mainly of three parts, the first of which was Byron's own vassals, who were descendants of the royal family as the Grand Lord of Gruny, and who had a large group of nobles who owed personal allegiance to him. The second part was co-opted by Byron or simply came to serve, and the third was the retainers of other noble lords who were declared traitors by the queen, or even the lords themselves.

Legally, everyone understood that Byron's actions were a rebellion - a point that everyone said they would, but they knew in their stomachs. This is a gamble on politics, if it succeeds, it is naturally a minister from the dragon who changed the dynasty, glory and wealth are not a problem, but failure is a catastrophe. And not only themselves, but also their families.

A casual flip through the history books makes it easy to see what a king would do to a traitor who openly raised his army to rebel. The Nine Clans are by no means empty words. In fact, as everyone knows, it is merciful to reduce the families of the rebels to slavery. If they belong to a large family, then the other family members will jump out as quickly as they can, announcing that they will draw a line with them, and swallow up the property and real estate that the queen has not noticed or disdained.

Most of them await their fate in silence, full of anxiety and fear. But on the edge of the crowd, there were people crying and shouting.

It was a young man who was crying and shouting, and in front of him, another young man with a pale face was lying on the ground. The man had a visible bullet wound on his chest, and a ring of clothes stained red with blood. Bullet damage often has this effect, which means that it is difficult to estimate the true damage. It is not uncommon to see a soldier who has been shot on the battlefield and continues to fight, but he may stop breathing shortly after the battle is over. The same is true of the one lying on the ground, whose pupils have dilated and dilated. Anyone with the slightest insight will know that he is dead.

If you can carefully observe the appearance of two people, it is easy to see that there is a very close blood relationship between the two people. They are supposed to be a pair of brothers.

The little girl approached on horseback and soon attracted everyone's attention. Both the captives and the guards noticed this group of men. On the battlefield, it is not common for such a little girl wearing armor to happen, so it only takes a little brains to think about it, and everyone can guess the true identity of the little girl.

The guards were fine, but there was a noticeable commotion among the captives.

The little girl rode closer. Barranca was by her side to give her some basic introductions. "It's a pity that Byron isn't there," he said with some emotion. It is also a pity that the war was won without catching the enemy commander. "Seriously, I almost thought it was a lie, but I found out it was. However, it is precisely because of this that they are completely unable to organize resistance. ”

When introducing these news, Barranca kept paying attention to the little girl's expression. He was now certain that the little queen must have known something-for-for when he told the important news of Byron's absence, the little girl's expression was not at all moved, not even the slightest surprise.

Was this surprise attack in the early hours of the morning the result of a blind cat encountering a dead mouse, or was it the result of careful planning? Barranca pondered this question in her mind, but found that she couldn't see through the answer. The little girl's expression was not so much to hide her true thoughts as to put on a mask. Even Barranca, who is self-consciously well-informed, can't see through what the little girl is thinking.

But in reality, the little girl didn't think about anything. She was just sleepwalking, instinctively following the guidance of others.

A roar suddenly rang out from the side. The little girl instinctively looked towards the source of the sound, but just in time to see the young nobleman who had died of his brother picking up a stone and throwing it at her.

Luckily, he happened to have two companions by his side. The two men grabbed him at once and snatched the stone from his hand. This behavior can be understood as a good thing for him (even fools know what happens when they throw a stone at the queen), or it can be understood as a gesture of courtesy to the queen.

Before the little girl could say anything, Barranca immediately gave the order angrily. Two heavily armed guards immediately pulled the young man to the little girl's horse.

However, this one has clearly lost his mind because of the death of his own brother. When he was brought close enough, he suddenly raised his head and spat out a mouthful of thick phlegm in the little girl's face, which happened to be on the little girl's chest.

"May your soul burn forever in the fire of hell!" the young man cursed.

What should I do? The little girl's heart did not recover from the trance it had before. Her first reaction was not anger, but confusion. It seems that no one has ever told her what to do in such a situation? What to do? By the way, I am the Queen! Ashrufat said that to be brave, you don't need weakness and compassion. These two things are absolutely not allowed on the battlefield.

The two soldiers were already frightened by what the captives were doing. They immediately did what they could do in such a situation, and struck the captor with the hilt of their weapon, knocking him to the ground. Then they raised their heads and waited for the queen's verdict.

"Hang him!" said the little girl calmly, at least she wished her voice sounded calmer, rather than trembling slightly to give such an order. "Because he dares to rebel against his rightful monarch!"