Olivier was shocked, and the refugees also stared at Suleiman on the boulder with wide eyes, but they were eager, they were eager to punish these villains, the more bloody and cruel the better.
The men kneeling on the ground were stunned for a moment. They thought they heard wrongly, and then they burst into frantic begging and cursing.
"Spare your life! Lord Suleiman! We don't dare to do it anymore!"
"Suleiman Master! Give us a chance!"
"Please!!! Seven bless you!! Sir!!"
"You are so cruel!!! Cruel Suleiman!!!"
Suleiman turned a deaf ear to all this, he didn't even look at those people again.
Lushen didn't hesitate at all. He walked behind the first man kneeling on the ground, who was still twisting and cursing crazily.
The long sword drew an icy arc in the air, causing a roar.
A head fell to the ground, and the body fell to the ground, with an expression of disbelief on his face. Hot blood spurted out from the break in his neck, dyeing the ground beneath him red.
The entire refugee camp fell silent for an instant, with only the sound of wind and heavy breathing heard.
Lushen's movements did not stop, there was no reaction, and he carried out this work numbly. The second, third, and fourth...
Suleiman motioned to Bryn to bring a few soldiers to help Lushen carry out the killing.
The sword fell from his hand, blood splashed, heads rolled to the ground, blood flowed, and fear, like an invisible rope, strangled everyone's throat.
At this moment, Suleiman's eyes fell on the boy in the crowd who was being supported by the soldiers, Margaret's son.
Suleiman pointed at him and raised his fingers. "You!"
"Come here!"
The young man limped to the foot of the boulder.
Suleiman looked at Bryn and gave his order.
"Bryn!"
"Let him get on your horse! Take him for a walk around the camp! Identify the people who robbed you of your food yesterday! They also injured you and your mother!"
Bryn stopped his bloody sword. "Yes! Sir!!"
Bryn helped the young man onto the horse and asked him to sit in front of him. The horse slowly walked through the crowd, and everyone subconsciously avoided it.
The young man quickly raised his finger and pointed at the three trembling men in the crowd. "That's the three of them!!!"
The soldiers immediately pulled the three people out and threw them onto the blood-soaked land.
The three people immediately turned pale and knelt on the ground, kowtowing. "Master Suleiman! Please forgive our crimes! All our food has been robbed! We are really hungry and there is nothing we can do!"
"Our children and family have not had anything to eat for two days, so we are going to grab food!"
"Please, Master Suleiman."
The crying was choked and the words were broken.
"We... also... don't want to, sir, if... these people hadn't... stolen... our rations."
Suleiman looked at Olivier again. "What about this kind of thing?"
Olivier looked at the soldiers who were lowering themselves and were still executing executions. His face turned pale, his lips moved, and he whispered, "My lord, according to the law,
When... when you cut off a hand."
When the three people heard this, they cried even more miserably.
"No! Master Suleiman! Without our hands! We can't work! We can't farm! Our whole family will starve to death!"
Please! Master Suleiman!"
They knocked their heads into the mud, making a thumping sound, and the skin was broken and bleeding.
Suleiman looked at them and was silent for a moment. These three people were indeed the cause of the incident. He slowly said, "Although you three have a reason for everything."
Hearing what Suleiman said, the eyes of the three of them burst into light of hope.
"But!!"
"If you only rob food, I can ignore the serious crime, but you start beating people, and the ones you beat are the family members of my soldiers. This crime cannot be escaped."
Hearing the sudden change of conversation, the three of them shook like chaff and cried bitterly.
Suleiman thought for a moment and looked at the injured young man sitting in Bryn's arms, "You, come down."
"Give him a whip, each of them, a hundred lashes, and you will give him a whip."
Bryn handed his riding crop to the boy.
The young man was stunned, looking at the three men who were once fierce and fierce, but now they were kneeling on the ground crying.
Suleiman's voice sounded again, "Hit, this is the justice I give you and your mother."
The young man tightened his grip on the whip, and the three men felt as if they had been granted amnesty. They shed tears and kowtowed to Suleiman desperately.
"Thank you, Master Suleiman! Thank you, Master Suleiman!"
For them, a painful meal is far better than having a hand cut off, especially now that there are a group of tiger and wolf soldiers around them who are beheading people, with blood flowing everywhere.
Everyone looked at the soldiers who were executing the death penalty trial, at a young man whipping three men vigorously, and then at Suleiman perched high on the rock.
The entire refugee camp was as quiet as death, except for the sound of the boy slapping him hard, which seemed to ring in everyone's ears and hit them.
Finally, the sound of whipping stopped.
The young man dropped the blood-stained riding crop and sat down on the ground, crying and laughing, making venting noises.
Even if you were standing in the last row of the crowd and couldn't see the crowd in front, you could still feel the smell of blood in the air.
Suleiman Watching the execution of the soldiers finally completed, more than fifty headless corpses were lying under the boulders, the solidified blood dyed the hard soil into crimson mud, and thousands of refugees stood frozen in place, like a group of animals frightened by thunder. He was speechless for a moment. For some reason, he didn't feel anything about this scene.
The children's mouths were tightly covered by their parents, and the figure of the young man on the rock was reflected in their big frightened eyes. No one dared to move or make a sound.
Finally, Suleiman stood up and dismounted.
He just stood there, his eyes slowly scanning the faces of happiness, joy, numbness, fear, and dullness.
In every direction he looked, the crowd bowed their heads deeply. Fear spread silently and fermented among the crowd, like an invisible plague. Everyone looked at him, waiting for his words.
Order had been established, paving the way for his next words.
When the silence reached its peak and everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit, Suleiman finally spoke.
His voice was not loud, but easily broke the dead silence. Everyone raised their ears and braced themselves to hear his words clearly. "You are already my subjects!"
"I cannot and will never let you crowd here forever."
"Like maggots, living in a rotten and dirty environment."
His words were so simple and crude, but they hit people's hearts directly.
There was a slight commotion in the crowd, but it quickly subsided.