The wall has already been stained red with blood, and even the bloodstains haven’t dried. In front of this wall, the Tang Army has lined up hundreds of heinous criminals.
"Lamir!" The Tang Country officer standing beside the wall lowered his head, looking at the list in his hand, chanically confirming.
The dwarf soldier who heard his na had already wet his pants: "I was wrong! Forgive , I know I was wrong, I beg you, give a chance. I beg you."
He had certainly heard of this wall, among the POWs it had a na, called the Wall of Repentance. Everyone who ca here sincerely repented because what awaited them was the most severe judgnt.
"In Hipola Village, you raped a 14-year-old girl and eventually killed her. Then you participated in the operation to burn down the entire village, leaving 162 people holess, who eventually froze to death in the fields. Do you confess?" The Tang Country officer confird the opponent’s cri without even raising his head.
The dwarf soldier struggled to break free from the ropes while nervously shouting: "I was wrong, it was my battalion commander who ordered to do it, I, I was wrong, I really was wrong..."
"Yorker." Ignoring the other party, the Tang Country officer continued to confirm the next criminal to be executed.
This fellow nad Yorker was also struggling, denying while struggling: "It wasn’t , you must be mistaken, I’ve never done anything bad, I’m innocent, I’m really innocent, let go, I’ve been wronged."
"In Hipola Village, you killed two old n, stole their clothes and food, and set their houses on fire..." The Tang Country officer glanced at the other party and coldly articulated the reason for his being brought here.
Stunned for a second, the fellow nad Yorker beca more furious: "Bastard, which bastard sold out? It must be Shalong! He’s not here! It must be him! Bastard! He’s a bastard! Coward!"
He recalled the frail young dwarf, who, passing through that village, didn’t enjoy the fair maidens or rob the moldy bread, nor dared to set fire to the blood-splattered houses, because he was timid or perhaps kind.
At that ti, they mocked the young fellow nad Shalong as a coward and disdainfully refused to share any food with him...
That frail young dwarf miraculously survived to the very end purely by divine favor; he actually should have died in Furnace Fortress or so other damned place long ago.
"All criminals have been verified!" A soldier with an assault rifle walked up to the officer, raised his chin, and reported loudly.
"Proceed!" The officer signed his na on the list and handed the docunt to the judge beside him. Amid the excited cheers of the crowd, Tang Army soldiers stood in a row, raising the rifles in their hands.
"I was forced! I was forced! Let go! Let go!" The captive dwarf twisted his body, loudly shouting.
On the other side, a POW with a fierce look in his eyes struggled while loudly shouting: "You madn! I’ll kill you! Kill you!"
"They are slaughtering POWs! They are killing people! Are you just watching?" In desperation, the officer among the POWs yelled at the crowd of onlookers.
But he realized hopelessly that in the eyes of the Dalkas civilians, there seed to be only the pleasure and excitent of great revenge.
"Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!" After a series of gunshots, the criminals who had been clamoring monts ago all turned into a pile of corpses lying in the blood.
"Do we need a break? The scene is quite bloody after all." In the crowd, the local civil officer in charge of Dalkas managent asked the dwarf representative sitting beside him.
The bearded dwarf representative shook his head and calmly replied: "We should have all died long ago, just to see these scum die, to witness them die, is why we have survived till now! We don’t feel disgusted. If you saw the cris they committed here, you would understand our current mood."
After finishing the sentence, he took out a handkerchief, wiped his tears, and continued: "The suffering they endured was not even a tenth of what we went through, at least you have fairly judged them, verified each one of these demons’ cris... When they killed my father and tore off my daughter’s clothes, there was no reason at all."
"Hopefully, everything we have done can offer you a little comfort," the Tang Country civil officer sighed and said.
"Blood debts must be paid with blood!" The man gritted his teeth and said resolutely. He fought for the Ice Cold Empire to the last mont, even prepared to sacrifice his own life.
But how did the Ice Cold Empire treat him? Ice Cold Empire soldiers robbed his ho, killed his father, and brutalized his daughter! When he returned ho, all he saw was a looted house and dried blood on the ground.
No one would harbor any sentint towards the already perished Ice Cold Empire, nor would anyone have a shred of sympathy for those bandits who committed countless cris in Dalkas.
The blood-scented wind blew, making many won who’ve endured hardships appear paler, yet they showed no intention of retreating, tightly wrapping themselves as they stood there, watching the Tang Army clean up the flesh on the ground.
Another group of POWs were dragged over, and another commotion ensued. Everyone who ca here claid innocence, blad others, and sought excuses for themselves. Unfortunately, everyone sent here had justified reasons.
Even until now, even at this very mont, none of these individuals have repented or recognized their errors. They are either arrogant or collapsing, either crying or struggling, yet none believe they were wrong.
They thought they were rely obeying orders, just executing commands from above, but refused to admit that their escalation caused a catastrophe for many civilians in the war zones.
Hence, nobody sympathizes with their disgraceful behavior, no one pities them. Those standing before this Wall of Repentance are no different from those earlier, so their fate will inevitably be the sa.
Those with the slightest chance of salvation naturally wouldn’t be sent here. They would serve their sentences in labor camps until they expiate their sins.
Of course, this judicial process cannot be devoid of errors, there are certainly misjudgnts, and perhaps more oversights, but no one cares about these.
Another series of gunshots echoed, accompanied by hoarse cheers, in the not-so-warm spring breeze, another batch of POW corpses were dragged away from that wall full of bullet marks and blood.
Aunt Curley clearly felt that her youngest son seed to be in a good mood when she saw the new letter Marvin sent. She could sense her son’s increased confidence between the lines.
What she didn’t know is that after personally beating up the deputy battalion commander of the POW camp, the state of the labor camp had shifted towards the better. Although Curley couldn’t possibly know of her son’s growth, she still felt happy for him.
Equally happy were the POWs under Marvin’s command in the labor camp, because they no longer had to fear for their lives; as long as they completed their work, they wouldn’t be beaten to death... For them, at least the Great Tang Empire had provided sothing called fairness.
They eat Tang Empire’s supplies, use Tang Empire’s things, so they must work for the Tang Empire... This is quite fair.
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Two-in-one
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