Dragon Zero

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Sha Jiao once again expressed his opinion: "The secret is a secret. For thousands of years, there are countless unknown secrets buried in the desert. This is not a desert, but there will always be some secrets that will not be spread. Perhaps the only thing that knows this secret is rice. The Queen of De Ghat may not even know her. But no matter what is hidden in it, in short, it cannot be obtained by our enemies."

"Sha Jiao made a lot of sense." Freed immediately commanded: "The staff officer, preached to the army's craftsmen, let them build several armor that can withstand lightning strikes in three days, I want to explore the White Frost City again, See what it is!"

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A tall wooden fence surrounds the grass in the middle of several military tents. The captives inside are like sheep in captivity, with one or two hundred captives in handcuffs and shackles, sitting listlessly on the ground and staring at the sky, or Weak walking in the circle slowly. Beasts and evil wolves wait on their guards, guarding the captive guards and Warcraft.

There are still a few "caps" of such captives. The open ground and the cold weather will make them tremble every night. Only a small amount of dried meat is given to them every day, and every day there are people who freeze to death and starve to death. Just a few more frozen dead were carried out, and the rest of the eyes showed despair.

A team of soldiers came outside the fence to look at the badges painted on the armor. There were two intermediate officers and four lower officers. They came here and started talking to the chief guarding the prisoners of war, and looked at the people in the circle from time to time.

The prisoners of war have been surprised at such things. Every day, they will have people coming, and a few people will be taken away from them for interrogation. If you are a military doctor or have any special skills, you have the opportunity to move to a better place, if the officials are better.

After speaking briefly, the guards told the hand to open the wooden door. A fully armed team of twenty people was divided into two columns and guarded at the door. The prisoners of war closer to the door retreated and left empty. An officer took four more people out of the queue, and the officer started holding the roster.

Those who are named are of course captives, and those who call the name stand up on their own, and the officer named will verify the name of the name again, and will mark it on the roster. Then he was taken away by the four deputies brought by him.

What makes the prisoners of war today strange is that in the past few days they only took a few people out and left, and some people will be brought back again, but this time they seem to want to verify the identity of everyone and take them all away. .

Some people have doubts in their hearts, but few people communicate with each other. After so many days in this weather environment, no one is willing to work harder and talk more, just passively waiting for fate to arrange for them.

"Sylva, who is Silva please come out..." The named officer called three times, and when no one came out, he warned: "The one who called the name stood up, and if it didn't come out, I asked someone to go in and grab someone to verify Alright!"

If one catches one person to verify his identity, he can't hide in the end. After a while, a medium-sized man with a medium build slowly squeezes out of the crowd. Four deputies walked angrily over, dragging the man to the sergeant, and punching him a few punches. The officer holding the book asked, "Sir, are you called Shiva?"

"Yes... it's me..." The man flinched, looking terrified.

"I just called you, why didn't you come out?" The officer stared at him and looked at the roster and asked: "Are you a sergeant in the 7th Battalion of Midgat Militia?"

"Yes……"

The officer glanced at the detailed information of the roster again and asked, "Do you have any special skills? That is, do you have any special skills that no one else would be good at?"

"I...no, I won't do anything." The man named Shiva kept his head down, and his voice was not loud.

"It won't do anything." The officer looked at him again: "It looks like you are in your twenties. Guess you don't have any special skills. OK, take it away." There is a stroke on the name.

Two soldiers came in outside the door of the wooden fence, and pushed him one by one from left to right: "Look what, let's go!"

When leaving, Silva hurriedly glanced back, peeping at the roster in the hands of the officer, his name was crossed out with a red pen, and many of the names he had clicked before were crossed out, which made his heart surge. Had a bad hunch.

Leaving the captive circle, the two soldiers escorted him and walked forward, not long before reaching an open area on the edge of the town. He looked up and saw a tall wooden frame in front of him. Because of the bad weather, he hadn't seen what it was, and several fierce and wicked guys greeted him.

"next?"

"Siva."

When the visitor asked, the people around answered. Two strong guys came up to press his arms back and dragged him forward.

"What are you doing? How are you going to treat me? Are you... are you going to kill me!? No, let go of me!!" The shivered Shiva roared, but nobody around him took care of him. When he struggled to be escorted to the high platform, he realized that dozens of corpses had piled up on one side of the platform. He was finally convinced that these people were going to hang him.

Someone shouted next to the torture rack: "Get on the shelf, ready to execute!"

Three big men carried him to the execution table.

The reason why I chose to hang it with time and effort is because I don’t want the **** atmosphere around the barracks. It is also to prevent the spread of disease, and it is also the last kindness.

Silva roared and roared: "You can't treat me like this! I'm a captive, you shouldn't kill me. Let go! Let go..." But he let his voice scream, and no one sympathized with him, and no one cared about him .

"Let me go, I beg you to let me go, I am willing to work for you. I am willing to be a member of you and be the most ordinary soldier! You cannot do this, you cannot kill someone who is willing to surrender you!!!" Silva was unwilling to make the last pleading, he was almost crying.

Someone finally spoke, and the man standing next to the gallows sighed: "I'm really sorry. Now the situation is special. One more person will consume more medicine and food. The army can't accommodate such captives, even if you are willing to rebel and join us. Moreover, we are worried that since you can rebel, you can also rebel again when you are on the battlefield. So..."

"No! You can't do this, you can't. I'm just a civilian, I'm just the most ordinary, Mildgart's militia, you let me go, let me survive, I vow not to join the war. Let me go Well, really, really really really..."

The Executioner waved his hand, wrapped the rope around Shiva's neck, and began to tie stones under his feet. Silva struggled in horror, and urine ran down the pants, but his hands and feet were all tied up, where he broke free. Seeing that the person on the gallows table was about to pull the flap and hanged him, he suddenly shouted, "Wait, wait, I have information! I have information! Don't... don't kill me, Don't kill..."

Regarding this kind of situation in which he claimed to have intelligence to survive before death, many of the dozens of people who had been hanged had said so, so the execution officer was indifferent. Silva was almost crying, so anxious, "I said wait, don't do it, I... I... I have value, I'm a general, don't kill me, I'm a general, not a militia ...Not a militia!!!"

Hearing this, the Executioner quickly waved his hand to stop the person preparing to pull the flap: "Stop. Wait, wait, who do you say you are?"

Silva was so anxious to survive that he was choked by his spit and said, "I... cough... I am not a soldier in Midgat, I am a beta of the Rhineland, I am... the first to come Major General Rheinland Beta, reinforced by Midgat."

The Execution Officer has indeed heard of such a person, and said to the following human being: "Go, take the information of the enemy's senior military officer." Another person who tied the stone and pulled the flap said: "Leave him down, let me confirm first His identity."

"It's me, it's me. I'm Beta." "Siva" was easily released from the rope and slumped on the ground.

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