Black Iron Crown

Count Zhebo's fate has been sealed.

After referring to the opinions of the vassals, and asking Sir Corder, Sir Valas, and Sir Waxey, Reiner finally decided to execute Earl Zhebo in public here.

Earl Zhebo couldn't help showing a wry smile on his face when he heard his final judgment. He didn't move at all, and the bearskin cloak on his body was slowly rising and falling under the blowing of the cold wind, and he felt a sense of calm.

Slightly lowering his eyelids, his body seemed to be relaxed, and he managed to squeeze out a decent smile and said to Reiner: "I accept your judgment on me. Dealing with losers is one of the rights of winners! But you have to remember Hold on, no one can keep winning forever!"

As he said that, Earl Zhebo patted the long sword on his waist, and subconsciously brushed off his favorite bearskin cloak that he would wear or carry no matter where he went, and said to Reiner: "I Can I wear my sword and this leather jacket to my torture? I hope for the last bit of decency.

"I will always be the victor, it's a pity you can't see me prove this fact!" Reiner didn't answer his question, and coldly responded to Earl Zhebo's curse of being unpopular.

It was already daybreak, and the sun was hanging high in the sky listlessly, emitting a pale light without warmth. Reiner acquiesced to Earl Zhebo's request to die in a leather coat with a sword. As a nobleman, he was still a great nobleman. Not only Reiner, everyone felt that he should retain a certain degree of decency.

The action efficiency of the soldiers was very high, and a tall gallows was easily made of wood.

This time the fluke will not be carried out by human beings, he will die in a bloodless punishment, this is the last bit of courtesy Reiner gave to Earl Zhebo.

Of course, he didn't admire or sympathize with Earl Zhebo. If he was the one who lost this war, the situation would undoubtedly be more miserable than this.

What's more, as his enemy all along, Reiner has not yet had such a big heart to pay tribute to his enemy. He does not hide his selfishness, but by doing so, he can make other aristocratic classes, as well as his own feudal The minister felt that he had treated the nobles kindly...

At the same time, Sir Fata was galloping in the snow outside Mecaron City with twenty-five knights.

Although Mecaron City at this time was not as prosperous as the other three gatherings, there were still many merchants from the Earl of Twarin from the south and a series of anti-royal lords who came here with their work and armed guards. do business.

Fur and honey from the North are well known throughout the empire.

Their arrival completely plunged the originally peaceful and bustling city of Mecaron into chaos.

"Open the door! I am Sir Fata! I want to enter the castle immediately!"

Sir Fata yelled from outside the closed main castle of Mecaron City. He wiped away the tears with his blood-stained right hand that had been frozen except for frostbite. The grief in his heart made him heartbroken. , Even breathing is painful.

Seeing that the young master had returned, the soldiers on the city wall immediately opened the city gate and let Sir Fata in.

The blood-stained and distressed-looking group made the guards suspicious.

"What happened? Why did you make it like this?" Earl Zhebo's courtier, who was in charge of guarding the city when he was not doing well, asked nervously and concerned.

After hearing this, Sir Fata felt even more sad, as if someone stabbed his heart and then sprinkled salt on it.

"We failed..." Sir Fata sat on the chair in a daze, his eyes were almost out of focus, staring at his already doubled fingers, and said in a low and emotionless tone.

The entire room was suddenly silent, except for the breathing and heartbeat of a few people, only tinnitus echoed in everyone's cochlea.

"Damn Lord Reiner suddenly appeared!" Sir Fata's You Qi suddenly rose, he stood up from his chair, and slammed his hands on the table, which shocked everyone.

He has a ferocious face, and his heart is full of hatred. If Reiner appears in front of him at this time, once his strength allows, he will definitely tear Reiner to pieces, and only by dismantling him into pieces can he relieve the hatred in his heart.

The veins on his neck popped up, and he continued to grit his teeth and said, "He attacked us in the middle of the night while we were resting!"

"What's even more irritating is Earl Twarin! This damned traitor! His soul will be soaked in the cesspit for ten thousand years, and then burned in the flames of hell for ten thousand years! The cycle will never stop!"

However, at this time, Sir Fata suddenly regained his composure, as if the person who was furious and almost lost his mind before was not him, and said in the same tone and tone as before: "Earl Tewarin cooperated with Lai from behind. Earl Na has attacked us, and we have been completely defeated!"

Hearing such a detailed explanation, the courtier in charge of commanding all the guarding troops suddenly turned pale with fright, fidgeting and said: "But we only have 30 guards now! The Earl has already taken all the soldiers away ! There is no way we can defend such a big castle!"

"No... No matter what, I will not give up the territory! You damn sycophant! This is the foundation of the Zhebo family for hundreds of years! I must not give up the territory passed down from my ancestors to Earl Rainer!" Sir Fata seemed to have lost his mind again, cursing loudly.

Seeing Sir Fata's somewhat nervous movements and demeanor, everyone's faces could not help showing a look of awe, and if you observe carefully, you can also see the attitude of disgust that has been kept at a respectful distance.

On the other side, under the gazes of countless people, Earl Zhebo stepped onto the temporary gallows built for him in full view.

A rope was hung high above the gallows in this way, and the hanging part formed a noose, shaking around under the cold wind.

Two thousand and five hundred deadly soldiers gathered together and stood under the gallows in a simple array, as witnesses to the declaration of victory.

Reiner was at the nearest position to the gallows, beside him were his vassals, and beside them were knights gathered in twos and threes, staring at the gallows in front of them.

Earl Zhebo walked up indifferently.

The gorgeous saber was still hanging from his waist, the buckskin high-top boots under his feet rattled on the snow, and the bearskin coat on his body set off his extremely majestic figure.

With his head held high, he doesn't look like a loser who is about to face death, but a proud lord who is about to patrol his territory.

Leiner nodded to the executioner on the gallows, indicating that the funeral in the snow could begin.