Chapter 43

The death penalty! All of them are sentenced to death! And the final judgment is death, to be carried out immediately! As this bloodthirsty verdict was just announced, a huge roar erupted from the army of Qingyang. The heavily armored soldiers raised their shields and struck them forcefully with the handles of their sabers. The pikemen continuously raised their long spears and pounded the ground with the butts, and accompanying this tremendous noise was an even louder roar: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"

If the crimes of Wolfgang and Brian were to be tried in the Okland Empire, they would basically be found not guilty, or even if found guilty, they would not be sentenced to death. They would only need to surrender a portion of their wealth to receive a reduced sentence or even avoid punishment altogether. The noble system in Okland was that barbaric. However, in Tianhua, there were no mitigating factors for their crimes. Even if they were nobles of Tianhua, committing such a grave offense would still lead to certain death.

Faced with the bloodthirsty roars of the Tianhua army, Wolfgang and Brian, who thought they had already come to terms with their fate, turned pale and were drenched in sweat. They believed they could face death, but as it approached, they were terrified. In fact, it wasn't just them; even Trevor and the other Okland generals, as well as the Okland soldiers, were in a similar state. Their morale was already low, and now it was completely suppressed by the Tianhua side.

Zhao Zheng saw that the morale of his side had reached its peak, and the timing was just right. He raised his right fist and the soldiers who had been roaring loudly instantly stopped their actions and fell silent. The transition from noise to silence happened in an instant, and such discipline made Trevor and the other Okland generals change their expressions. They thought they had fully assessed Zhao Zheng's abilities, but it seemed they still lacked an objective understanding of him.

Zhao Zheng rode his horse to the side and let He Ping take the lead. He said, "Little brother He Ping, it's up to you now!"

He Ping nodded and rode his horse to the side of the prison cart. He dismounted and approached Wolfgang and Brian. The public trial had already been completed, and now it was time for the public execution. The reason He Ping was here was simple: he was the executioner today! This was a task he had taken from Zhao Zheng. The public trial had been entrusted to others, and if the execution were also handed over, He Ping was unsure if the system would recognize the punishment of these two people on the blacklist. If it didn't, he wouldn't get any resource points, and all the effort he had put into capturing them would be meaningless. Therefore, for his journey home, he took on the role of the executioner. Zhao Zheng was happy to give He Ping this favor, as these two were brought by He Ping, and it was only right for him to be involved. Moreover, the deeper He Ping offended the Lance family and the Okland Empire, the closer he would be to Tianhua and the Zhao family, which was beneficial for the Zhao family.

"Open the prison cart! Bring out the prisoners!"

"Yes!"

On both sides of the prison cart, several strong soldiers quickly dismantled the bars and brought the two men to the front of the two armies, forcing them to kneel on the ground. He Ping stepped forward, raised his hand, and a knife appeared in his hand. This knife was not the standard type commonly seen in Tianhua and Okland. The blade had a curved back like a bow, and the edge was a beautiful S-shape, with a sharp tip. The front part of the blade was wider, and the back part was narrower. The blade was adorned with countless flowing, magical patterns.

This was a Damascus patterned steel knife! In He Ping's original world, it was one of the three most famous knives in the world. In the eyes of every cold weapon enthusiast, it was something to be revered. Whether in terms of material or structure, this knife played a very important role in human history, and some secrets about it remain unsolved to this day.

The world of soldiers was itself a world dominated by cold weapons, and almost everyone had a good skill with them. Once they became proficient, they naturally understood why cold weapons were designed in this way. The people present were not amateurs, and when He Ping's Damascus patterned steel knife appeared, everyone's attention was immediately drawn to it. Although they didn't know about structural mechanics or materials science, they could see the significance of this knife.

Chopping! The Damascus patterned steel knife was the best for chopping. It was a knife that had pushed the use of chopping techniques to the extreme. With minimal effort, it could achieve excellent chopping results. Soldiers who used this type of knife had once achieved countless glorious victories, and now, He Ping had brought this knife to the world of soldiers, using it to test the two heinous criminals before him.

He Ping first approached Wolfgang from behind. Hearing the footsteps behind him, Wolfgang clearly paused, and then his body began to tremble uncontrollably. The Wolf King had killed countless people, and the numbers announced during the trial were just a part of what Zhao Zheng could find. There were many more that could not be counted. But now, as it was his turn to face the blade, his fear erupted.

He Ping raised the knife in both hands. At this moment, everyone was silent, and all attention was focused on his hands. In this state, under the intense scrutiny of everyone, He Ping felt no fear but rather a sense of excitement. In his previous life, he was someone who would get nervous even when answering questions in class. Feeling his transformation, He Ping hesitated not at all and swung the knife down.

Swish!

The blade cut through Wolfgang's neck without any resistance, and his head flew high into the air, then fell to the ground and rolled a few times before coming to a stop. Wolfgang's body spurted a jet of blood and then collapsed, the blood flowing from his neck, staining the ground around him red. The great Wolf King, the most outstanding military leader of the Lance family for many years, Wolfgang Lance, was dead!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The soldiers' roars rose again, and after three shouts of "kill," they immediately stopped. The discipline of the army made the Okland side ashamed, but no one was paying attention to that at this moment. Because He Ping, who had just beheaded the Wolf King, was now standing behind Brian. Brian was already soiling himself and trembling so much that even the Okland generals could see it.

He Ping repeated the process, and with a smooth stroke, he ended Brian's life. The Poison Wolf, Brian Lance, was dead!

The two heads on the ground seemed to still be looking at each other, but their gazes were now frozen. The two headless bodies lay on the ground, and the blood-soaked earth seemed to tell the story of two more wandering spirits left in this desolate, howling wilderness, doomed to howl at night about their misfortunes.

[PS: First update of the day!]

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