Chapter 846 A Vast Force Is Taking Shape! (1/2)

Saipan Port District Court.

The marble walls are carved with scales symbolizing justice, and circles of seats are displayed under the towering dome.

There were five judges sitting on the trial bench, all in their fifties or sixties. Their wrinkled faces were full of solemnity and they looked highly respected.

The spacious jury box was also packed.

A small number of them are officers of the Southern Legion, and most of the others are local Willant citizens of West Sail Port, or businessmen who happen to be passing by the local Willant.

People are extremely enthusiastic about this trial, and some people even made a special trip from Yongye Port or other colonies, not just for the business opportunities "brought by the upcoming 300,000 troops", but just to go to the court and see it live. .

And the reason why people are so interested is not only because of the identity of the defendant, but also because the charges brought out in this trial involve three betrayals - betrayal of the Velant people, betrayal of the legion, and betrayal of the marshal.

It is extremely rare in the history of the Legion to have so many big hats placed on one person.

Especially since this guy is an "honorary Wilante" who was promoted through military exploits.

Everyone sitting in the jury box became even more curious!

It is said that the court collected a lot of money just from selling tickets to the jury box!

Looking at the man being brought into court, Penny, who was sitting in the jury box, couldn't help but clenched her fists, sweat dripping from her palms.

In the corner on the other side of the jury box, a man wearing an officer's hat also sat in the audience.

He looked young, with a bulge in the middle of his nose, and resolute and cold eyes. He looked at the pangolin being brought into the dock with interest, like an eagle overlooking its prey.

This man is Gulyon, the commander-in-chief of the Borneo Province combat area and the three-star captain of the Southern Army!

Before coming to Xifan Port, he heard a lot about the heroic deeds of this man named Pangolin.

For example, he single-handedly held off the Alliance's attacking troops for a full month and killed thousands of Alliance people.

For example, he single-handedly hunted down the Mother of Claws in the River Valley Province and beheaded her.

Another example is the record in Haiya Province and so on.

Now this guy appeared in Borneo Province again, and before he came here, he did another earth-shattering thing.

Guion couldn't help but be curious.

This guy who is blocking the car with his arms is planning to get out of trouble this time.

Just as he was staring at the man named Pangolin with interest, a man walked next to him.

The man pulled out a chair and sat next to him, placing his officer's hat on the table.

Gulion looked sideways slightly, and when he saw that famous face, he couldn't help but curl up a playful smile.

"General McClung? What a rare visitor. What brought the 'chief instructor' from Borneo here?"

Due to the hilarious performance of the Xilan Empire in a series of fields such as military, economy, diplomacy, etc., McClun, who went to Borneo Province to work as an instructor, was also implicated in his reputation in the military.

After all, those Borneos swimming butterfly at the mouth of the Yongliu River were nominally McClun's students.

Even if their swimming ability has nothing to do with McClun, and is mainly taught by the civil servants of Triumph City, they cannot escape the imprint of Maclun on them.

McClun didn't care about General Gulion's teasing, he just smiled lightly.

"You are very much like a... friend of mine. You are as talented, personable, capable and infectious as he is... I see a lot of him in you. I argue with him all the time, but Never won once."

Feeling a little embarrassed at being praised, Gulion laughed and said modestly.

"Thank you. I appreciate the compliment."

His legs were crossed on his knees, and McClun smiled.

"You're welcome...but aren't you curious about who he is?"

Guion said gently.

"Then let me ask you the name of your friend, and please introduce him to me next time you return to Triumph City."

McClun said with the same gentle tone.

"His name is Griffin, and just like you, he is also a three-star captain."

Hearing Griffin's name, Gulion's face turned cold at a speed visible to the naked eye, and his eyes narrowed dangerously.

"What do you mean? Comparing me to a dead person?"

"Dead man?" McClung glanced sideways and gave him a slightly surprised look, "General Griffin is a hero who received a state funeral. Are you showing disdain for him?"

Gulion's expression froze for a moment, and he had thousands of words stuck in his mouth. In the end, he could only hold back a half-hearted smile.

"...Haha, it turns out that the Eastern Legion fights with its mouth. It's because I am ignorant."

He knew about Griffin. It was said that he suddenly died of a stroke when the Eastern Legion's expeditionary force had gained the upper hand.

The expeditionary force, which lost its commander, was forced to accept the ceasefire agreement proposed by the alliance and the enterprise. Unfortunately, it ceased fire just before the war was about to expand.

The "Triumph" announced the victory of the Eastern Legion expedition, and Griffin finally received a glorious state funeral as a general.

No matter what he thinks of Griffin himself, that honor is nothing he can scoff at.

The only person who would be embarrassed if word got out was himself.

Looking at the deflated Gulion, McClun smiled lightly and said.

"...Please don't get me wrong, General Gulion, I have no intention of quarreling with you."

Guion chuckled and turned his gaze to the dock in the distance.

"I heard that you raised that pangolin yourself?"

McClun nodded slightly.

"Yes, during the Luoxia War, his direct superior was Colway, and both of them were considered my subordinates."

Upon hearing this, Guion immediately clicked his tongue softly as if he had seized some opportunity.

"Tsk, tsk, what a pity... But I'm not surprised at all. I can only say that what kind of boss leads what kind of subordinates. It seems that the civil service group did not teach him well."

The sarcasm in those words was obvious.

However, when McClun heard this, he smiled instead of getting angry, and laughed openly and said.

"I also feel that those civil servants can't teach him anything, and asking him to follow them is an understatement... But having said that, I am quite proud of myself for being able to bring out such an outstanding subordinate. He has lived up to my expectations of him. ”

excellent?

Guion raised his eyebrows in slight surprise, glanced sideways at McClun and asked with interest.

"Do you think he still has a chance to make a comeback?"

"Comeback?" McClun also glanced sideways at him and said with a smile, "General Gulion, you should wait until you win before you say this."

Guion curled his lips in disapproval and looked away from this tough-talking guy.

Wait until you win before you say this?

joke!

The whole court is full of his people, what can that guy who is not even from Weiland win?

Seeing that Gulion didn't speak anymore, McClun stopped talking and just looked at the court not far away with a smile.

Both eyes were focused in the center of the courtroom, waiting for the solemn trial to officially begin.

At the end of the not-so-long court opening ceremony, with the sound of a wooden hammer, the plaintiff's representative standing on the plaintiff's bench piled up the documents on the table and declared in an impassioned tone.

"Captain Pangolin! I initiate a lawsuit against you on behalf of the Southern Legion and all the Wilant people!"

"The tragedy of Saipan Harbor is vivid in my mind. Even on the stone bricks under my feet, the blood of the Wilrant people was spilled here... Three thousand people! More than three thousand people were slaughtered by gangsters! But these murderers Still at large! Even sitting on the throne that belongs to our allies!"

"And you! What did you do when we gave you the honor of being a Valantian?"

The prosecutor glanced at the judge, at the crowded jury box behind him, and then at the pangolin standing in the defendant's box, and spoke righteously.

"As we fight for the fate of the Wealandites, you presume to represent the Wealandians of Triumphal City and acknowledge the legitimacy of an illegal regime that is brutal, dirty, and murderous. !”

"This is not only a betrayal of the Triumph City, but also a betrayal of the legion, all the people of Wilant, and even the marshal!"

"This is an unforgivable sin! Thank you for the mercy of the law, we have forgiven your death penalty! But in contrast, we will strip you of your honor, honorary status, and military rank, and sentence you to indefinite imprisonment."

"You will repent in a windowless prison, watch the evil consequences of your appeasement disappear in the flames of justice, and spend the rest of your life regretting it in the darkness... This will be the best punishment for you."

After the representative of the prosecution finished speaking, he raised his eyebrows provocatively towards this "honorary Willante man".

However, the battlefield atmosphere team did not look at him. They just looked at the judge standing in the court, waiting for their turn.

The judge didn't look at him or the accuser. He just tapped the gavel.

"Silence! It is my responsibility to determine criminal liability. The plaintiff only needs to state the criminal facts of the defendant."

Seemingly aware of his gaffe, the prosecutor standing on the plaintiff's bench smiled and explained.

"I'm sorry, I was too emotional... Please understand my anger towards the traitor as a Velantian."

"Then please understand the solemnity of the court."

Although the outcome of the trial was already certain, the chief judge still said this, and then looked at the man named Pangolin and said in a procedural manner.

"...So, as stated by the prosecution, do you have anything else to say?"

The Battlefield Atmosphere Team originally didn't want to make unnecessary defenses.

First, he knew it was useless.

The judge and the plaintiff were both members of General Gulion, and they could decide whatever they wanted. It was just a matter of words.

Secondly, he is really not very good at talking, and he doesn't understand the laws of the legion at all. If he talks too much, he will easily make mistakes.

Denial of admission and shutting up is the best way.

If he can't get to the court in Triumph City, no matter how much he talks, it will be a waste of time and nothing more than inviting humiliation.

For example, at this moment, the court did not even arrange a defense lawyer for him.

But just when he was about to fool around with the plot and "skip" it, he caught a glimpse of a worried face from the jury box...

never mind.

It's hard to wait three days for resurrection, and it's not his style to let others decide his life or death.

The battlefield atmosphere team was silent for a while, and finally decided to try harder. After brewing their emotions for a moment, they looked up at the judge and said calmly.

"Mr. Judge, I don't have anything to say."

The chief judge was stunned.

The other four judges sitting on the trial bench did the same, exchanging surprised glances.

There was a lot of whispering in the jury box in the distance, and no one seemed to expect that he didn't even bother to defend himself.

Penny stared in surprise, wishing she could climb over the fence and rush up to shake him awake.

Captain Ross narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly unable to see through this man.

General Gulion cast a victorious look at General McClung, writing all the words he wanted to say in his eyes.

As for McClun, he was indifferent and just looked at the calm guy with a smile.

Being able to go deep into a dangerous situation single-handedly and convince Absaek to jump back, this guy is by no means an easy person.

The fun has just begun.

This guy had the same expression when he came back with the Death Claw Mother's head.

The prosecutor standing on the plaintiff's bench had the same look of victory on his face as General Gulion.

"It seems like the defendant has run out of things to say and I think we can reach a verdict."

The chief judge calmed down and stared at the battlefield atmosphere team standing in the dock and said.

"Do you mean to plead guilty?"

Warlander said in a neither humble nor arrogant tone.

"I didn't mean it that way."

After a pause, he said again.

"It's just that I don't think I have any obligation to explain anything to a group of guys who only use the lives of their compatriots as bargaining chips for their own selfish desires."

"It's not me who should stand here, it's them!"

He didn't say the guy's name, but it was clear what he meant - it was the people sitting in the jury box, waiting for his explanation.

At least some of them!

The moment he finished speaking, there was an uproar in the jury box.

The officers of the Southern Legion stood up from their chairs one after another, as if their hair was on fire.

Most of them are captains of ten or centurions, and there are also some non-commissioned officers or soldiers.

Not only are they young, but they are also full of energy.

Faced with Chi Guoguo's provocation, they unceremoniously scolded him back on the spot...and this can be regarded as one of the traditions of the Weiland people.

"What do you mean?"

"What does it mean to use the lives of compatriots as bargaining chips for your own selfish desires!"

"Isn't it you civil servants who are putting the lives of our compatriots aside!"

"Civil official's lackey! Bah!"

"Cowardly and incompetent thing!"

"Sentence him to death!"

"Quiet! Quiet!"

The chief judge banged the gavel in his hand to signal the people in the jury box to be quiet.

However, Warfield stood in the dock as if nothing had happened, basking in the surprised gaze of the prosecutor on the side and turning a deaf ear to the raging anger behind him.

When the court finally fell silent, the chief judge stared at the pangolin angrily and said.

"Captain Pangolin, please be careful with your words! This court will consider the opinions of the jury as appropriate during the trial. All irrelevant accusations you make in court will only aggravate your crime."

"Irrelevant accusations!"

Warfield stared at the chief judge intently, repeated his words, and then turned to face the jury box. His originally calm expression was now strangely angry.

"When I went deep into the heart of the Heavenly King's Army alone to find the truth, what were you people who stood up doing? Fighting with unarmed civilians?"

The voice echoed in the empty hall, suppressing the noise in the room for a moment.

Everyone was silent, with pairs of eyes staring at him.

"Two hundred people!"

The battlefield atmosphere team raised two fingers, one index finger and one middle finger.

At that moment, he looked like a real Willant man, raising his head and nose proudly.

"Two hundred civilians... They are too scared to make a sound in the land of the rebels, and they are right under your noses! And what have you done? Avenge the three thousand people who died? You know full well that the real killing Where are their people, but you are standing still!”

The prosecutor standing aside couldn't listen anymore, coughed and wanted to interrupt.

"I have to interrupt... It's not that the Southern Army did nothing, but because the survivors of the catastrophe concealed part of the truth, and we didn't know that anyone was still alive -"

"shut up!"

The warlord suddenly roared, and the prosecutor was stunned by his fierce eyes. The soles of his feet seemed to have roots, and his calves trembled slightly.

The look in his eyes was like that of a ferocious beast, and his bloodthirsty aura made him speechless.

He swallowed unconsciously, with a hint of fear in his wavering eyes.

He is different from the talkative person in court.

This guy is a real soldier, a fierce ghost who climbed out of the mountain of corpses and sea of ​​bones!

"...I didn't let you speak, and the judge didn't let you interrupt, so please shut your mouth. It's my time to speak." Warfield suddenly lowered his voice and said these words.

The pressure on his shoulders suddenly relaxed, and the prosecutor nodded nervously. However, he soon realized that he was being led away, and then stared at him angrily.

The warlord stopped looking at him and once again faced the packed jury box.

However, this time he was not looking at the standing soldiers and officers.

He looked at Arman, at his wife Margery, and at many people like that couple and their children.

"Did you see it? Just like the prosecutor next to me, a civilian who has never been on the battlefield. I just need to stare at him to make his calves tremble like a wall clock and he can't help but do it to me. kneel."

"I tell you, this is power! Even a person as small as me can easily grasp the power. And I am just a captain, and at most I am an awakened person."

"In the face of this uncontrollable force, even the dazzling truth can only remain silent, and I don't think being forced to submit to silence is a sin...it's more like a shame!"

"Besides, it's your shame!" The battlefield atmosphere team pointed at the officers who stood up.

Some people couldn't help but sit down just now, but many people were still standing.

"You keep saying that you are always loyal to the marshal, always loyal to the legion, and always loyal to the Weilant people, but you make your compatriots fear you, and then let more people fear your compatriots and take advantage of their fear. Seizing your own interests...Am I wrong? This is the truest version of you!"

"Two fires were lit in Saifan Port. One fire was lit by a group of thugs who claimed to be unorganized, and the other fire was lit by a group of organized thugs... Why was it that the first fire burned out the King of Heaven? military?"

"Where do the weapons of the Heavenly King Army come from? Why do they have so much equipment in their hands? Who is delivering supplies to them?"

"And why! Why are those two hundred people right under your noses, but you would rather massacre civilians there than take a step forward!"

"Yes, you don't know that they are in Count Sharma's manor, just like the prosecutor said, but what are your legs, eyes and hands used for? Are they decorations!"

"Why can I find them? But you can't! Apart from sending more gunpowder to Xisail Port, have you really done anything like this!"

"What are you doing here! Answer me! Look me in the eyes and answer!!"

The angry voice was like a tsunami, spreading in circles and fearlessly crashing into the group of officers who were glaring at him.

Although the officers standing in the jury box still had expressionless expressions, the eyes of the people sitting next to them had changed significantly.

Margery couldn't help but cover her mouth, with tears of excitement in her eyes, and put her forehead on her husband's shoulder.

Someone finally spoke out about the fear she felt that night.

Finally, someone spoke out about the fears her children had faced.

Before they were sure that they were no longer important, they did not even dare to walk out of the manor and tell their children that they were actually still alive.

That's because of fear.

She didn't want to die for unknown reasons and take all the truth to her grave.

Even if what she saw was just a vague shadow, it couldn't even be called evidence...

Armen put his hands on her shoulders, hugged his wife tightly, and supported the man standing in the dock with his firm eyes to continue speaking.

Pairs of eyes converged into streams, and the streams eventually merged into rivers.

A vast force is taking shape!

That was the power that once supported the Wilantes and made them break free from their shackles!

Penny's eyes flashed with tears of excitement, and she couldn't help but cheer for him.

The Weirant people have their own backbone.

They are not the kind of weaklings who have no position of their own.

The sword of truth is radiating dazzling light right now!

She could feel the boiling emotions and atmosphere of the scene, making those maggots hiding in the gutter hide their foreheads and move their pupils in shame.

Those dirty things don't dare answer these questions.

They don't even dare to admit that the problem exists. They only dare to say some frivolous words after the storm has passed, or make irresponsible remarks.

The prosecutor standing on the plaintiff's bench was sweating profusely and trying to distract himself by sorting the documents in his hands.

What could he say?

The evidence this guy has may be much more powerful than the pieces of paper in his hand!

He no longer dared to face the crowded jury box, or even look at his teammates sitting in the trial box - the judges who had prepared the verdict.

More and more eyes were turned towards the officers of the Southern Legion, making those who were still standing less and less able to hold back the expressions on their faces, and finally sat down unbearably.

What they couldn't accept was that not only the citizens, but even their subordinates looked at them hesitantly...

Why not attack the Heavenly King's army, but defend those unarmed civilians to vent their anger!

Peter, who was chewing his toothpick, also wanted to know, staring intently at his centurion.

After the centurion sat down, he looked at his boss's boss Ross - the speechless centurion who had been criticized at the checkpoint in the north.

Why?

He clenched his fist tightly and wanted to hammer it on the table.

You guys are really talking!

Say something!

Looking at the court where the atmosphere had completely changed, McClung had a smile on his face and clapped his hands gently.

"Haha, wonderful."

He is worthy of being the subordinate he single-handedly promoted.

He has indeed grown a lot.

McClun could see that the guy actually wanted to give up for a moment, but eventually changed his mind.

This is the right choice.

If he himself has given up on himself, then there will be no point in trying no matter how hard those who protect him try.

At least at this moment, he had the value of living, and he had earned it himself.

Unlike McClun, who was smiling and applauding, Gulion, who had looked at him proudly before, was now panicked.

He didn't know what kind of conspiracy the top brass of the Southern Legion had, but he could also guess that the "Rebellion of the Heavenly Kings" was by no means a complete accident.

In other words, there is an invisible hand behind the accident that is adding fuel to the flames.

That might be his superior, or it might be his superior's superior, or even simply the regiment commander who gave him "the highest command authority in the combat area of ​​Borneo Province"!

However, at this moment, this idiot actually threw this secret in the court of public trial!

Is he crazy! !

Could it be that the civil service group isn’t doing little tricks behind the scenes?

Seeing this "self-explosion truck" crashing into him, a drop of cold sweat ran across Gulion's eyebrows.

His original intention was to use this trial to severely humiliate the civil servants who were holding back, but he didn't want to be defeated by an army and let him shoot himself in the foot.

He took off his hat with a trembling index finger and threw it on the table in a panic.

This was the code he agreed to with the judge.

He must stop this trial!

Stop that idiot from continuing!

The warlord had no intention of continuing, but quietly looked at the courtroom where the atmosphere was boiling.

It didn't look like a solemn court at all. The bustle looked a bit like a vegetable market.

However, his goal was achieved.

The court could not completely ignore the opinions of the jury. The originally uncontroversial verdict was already controversial enough, at least at this moment.

He actually has no conclusive evidence for many things. The Southern Army will not leave too many clues. It is enough to be able to point out doubts as a provocateur.

As long as the voice of doubt exists, it makes sense for him to do this.

Next, he will appeal to Triumph City step by step as he said, carrying the hope on his shoulders all the way!

"Well said!!" Arman stood up first, and like the other officers who stood up in defiance of court discipline, he shouted at the prosecutor on the plaintiff's bench, "Answer his question!"

The echoing voices came and went, and they were deafening!

"That's right! Answer his question!"

"What are you here for! Are you here to save us, or are you here to prepare for invasion?"

"Where were you when we needed you?"

"Why don't you go save my mother! And why are there so many weapons at the port!"

Little Ruby, who was holding the guardrail with both hands, was also ignited with the fire in her heart, and shouted out with bright eyes.

Although the slender voice did not stir up any waves and was easily drowned in the roaring waves, she still made her own voice.

She will never forget the horror of that day.

Otherwise all bravery will be meaningless.

The officers who had stood up had all sat down. On the one hand, they were warned by their superiors' eyes, and on the other hand, they really did not have the courage to continue standing to face the questioning.

Peter's eyes were completely disappointed, he spat out the toothpick in his mouth, cursed "fuckin' coward" fiercely, clenched his fists and endured the shame.

He is not afraid to fight an open battle with the alliance.

But this shame made him unable to hold his head up.

"Quiet! Quiet!"

Looking at the noisy scene, the sweating chief judge raised the gavel in his hand and was about to knock it down but stopped.

He noticed the hat in front of General Gulion, and also noticed the urging eyes.

However, it was precisely because of this that the gavel in his hand hung in the air and he could not knock it down.

He was well aware of General Gurion's hint.

But he also knew very well what it would mean once he did this.

This was not just a controversial verdict, it was completely contrary to people's hearts. He couldn't even think of how to argue with it.

Can he still say to people, "Although there are doubts in this case, this judge is going to find him guilty"?

The bullet fired at the hero will not erase the hero's halo, but will make him immortal, and the person who fired the shot will be nailed to the pillar of shame and become an eternal shame and clown.

The real clown didn't dare to shoot, so he put the trigger in his hands, hoping that he would be the villain.

"This coward..."

You are a three-star captain after all!

The chief judge gritted his teeth, struggled with his eyes for a long time, and finally hammered down the gavel in his hand.

However, his ruling was not as General Gullion wanted, and even caused obvious disappointment in the latter's eyes.

"This court issued a verdict because the prosecutor submitted insufficient materials and could not conclude that the defendant was guilty..."

"Since the prosecutor has proposed that the Pangolin Thousand Captain betrayed the marshal, betrayed the legion, and betrayed the Weirant people... then let the marshal, let the court of Triumph City, and let all the Weilant people judge him together. ”

After a pause, he said again.

"The court in Saipan is too small to hear such a big case."

"Adjourn the court!"

As soon as his words fell, the jury box burst into warm applause!

Arman's eyes flashed with excitement, and his hands turned red.

It's not just him.

There was also Margaery standing next to him, all the other survivors, and those who came here from distant colonies... Except for the officers of the Southern Legion, almost everyone present stood up and applauded!

Including General McClung.

This is not only a victory for Pangolin alone, but also a victory for all of them...even if they are still far away from the final victory!

But at least at this moment, they did not choose to remain silent and let the out-of-control power do evil. Instead, they stood up bravely and defended the power in their hands!

The power to know the truth!

"Oh oh oh!"

Like the adults around her, little Ruby was also cheering excitedly, and her whole body was hanging on the railing in excitement, her calves dangling in the air.

She didn't understand so many difficult things. She just thought that the brother named Pangolin was extremely handsome, which made those people speechless.

certainly--

Compared to his parents, he is still far behind!

Bathed in the boiling applause, the chief judge nodded slightly, accepted the cheers with shame, and then left the courtroom with the other four judges.

General Gulion clenched his fists silently and gritted his teeth.

At this moment, an annoying voice suddenly came from the side.

"I think it's better for you to focus on the overall situation, and leave the troubles of the big shots to the big shots... What do you think? If you get involved too much, you can easily suffer a stroke like my friend."

General McClung, who had stopped applauding, looked at him with a victorious smile on his face.

General Gulion glanced at him, stood up from his seat with a cold face, picked up the hat on the table and put it on.

"I can't afford to be as knowledgeable as a captain."

"Well, I don't think you are the kind of person with no character... Besides, you fight beautifully."

McClung also picked up his hat and put it on, smiled and extended his right hand.

General Guion didn't shake his hand, didn't even look at him, and walked away without looking back.

At the same time, the battlefield atmosphere team standing amidst the cheers finally gently lowered their clenched fists and their hearts raised in their throats.

He has never done anything so awesome in his life.

This is much harder than facing the Mother of Deathclaws!

His chest rose and fell gently, and as he looked at the survivors who were applauding him, a melting smile suddenly appeared on his tense face.

But having said that, this experience is quite interesting.

It would be a huge loss if he didn’t sell this game for tens of thousands of dollars!