Chapter 223 Honorable Execution

Silver Moon Knight and Allen stood outside the wounded camp, listening to the conversation between the two brothers inside.

Although the previous siege was short, there were still casualties. The magic cannon is not just for show. Even the oldest model can still penetrate several armored warriors with one shot.

This wounded soldier was very unlucky, as his right leg was cut off by shrapnel from a cannonball. Although he saved his life, his leg remained outside Ganlu City forever. But he was also lucky in misfortune, as several other Ryan warriors who were also hit by the magic cannon could not even keep their complete bodies.

The priest accompanying the army needed to conserve magic power and did not dare to use divine arts to regenerate his severed limbs. He could only wait until he was sent back to the country after the war for treatment.

Being wounded on the battlefield was a great honor for many Ryan people, and the best proof of their pious devotion to the Lord of Dawn. But the wounded soldier's younger brother was frightened by the tragic wound and told his brother that he didn't want to go to the battlefield again.

The result was that he was slapped hard in the face by his brother. Such a coward is simply a disgrace to the family.

"Brother, I can be an auxiliary soldier. I am willing to give up all my inheritance rights. All my property in the future can be donated to the army. But I don't want to go to the battlefield again. I can't even hold a sword steadily. I really don't dare."

There were bright red palm prints on the boy's face and his eyes were filled with tears. When he thought of the tragic scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere when the magic cannon bombarded him, the boy trembled with fear.

Not everyone is brave enough to face death.

Allen recalled that when he was captured, he actually felt a little scared and weak inside, although he finally survived and did not give in to the lich or do anything that violated the Holy Light. But Allen could not deny his inner weakness, which was human nature. He just needed to comfort him and let him muster up his courage again.

However, the wounded man did not think so.

The sound of a long sword being unsheathed was heard, and the wounded soldier roared to his brother, "Coward, if you want to desert, I will kill you first! I will not allow you to ruin the reputation of our family, and I will not allow you to tarnish the Holy Light!"

Alan was about to rush into the wounded camp to stop this tragedy, but he didn't expect that the Silver Moon Knight was faster than him.

By the time Allen rushed into the wounded camp, the Silver Moon Knight had already grabbed the long sword that was radiating holy light.

The Silver Moon Knight kept coughing, his face becoming increasingly pale. He was already extremely exhausted, and the excitement just now made him even weaker.

Alan hurried to his side and cast a vitality spell on him to replenish some of his strength.

The Silver Moon Knight finally breathed a sigh of relief and said to the trembling boy, "Report to the auxiliary troops. After this war is over, you can retire and go home."

The young man seemed to have not yet reacted. When he heard what the Silver Moon Knight said, his first reaction was to kneel on the ground and said in horror: "General, I was wrong. I just... I just... I didn't mean to betray the Holy Light!"

The Silver Moon Knight just said calmly: "I won't say it again. This is an order. No one is allowed to disobey."

After saying this, the Silver Moon Knight glanced at the wounded camp, where more than a dozen wounded soldiers with missing limbs were lying, and each of them looked at him with fanatical eyes.

It was these people who, just now, were indifferent when they saw the wounded brother about to kill his own brother, as if they felt that it was natural.

The Silver Moon Knight didn't say anything, but just said to Allen: "Let's go back."

Alan hurriedly followed the Silver Moon Knight and left the wounded camp.

Along the way, the Silver Moon Knight never spoke again, only his coughing became more and more intense, and his breath became weaker and weaker.

Alan seemed to be lost in thought. He always felt that something was wrong with what he saw today, but he couldn't tell exactly what was wrong.

A young man who had just been on the battlefield was frightened by the scene of blood and flesh flying everywhere. Was it serious enough to use death to wash away this shame? The Silver Moon Knight who had just laid down suddenly broke the silence and asked, "Alan, what do you think of what happened just now?"

Allen quickly replied, "That brother is too strict. This situation doesn't require him to pay with his life. He just needs to be comforted. I believe that if he is given some time, he will be able to muster up his courage and become a qualified warrior."

Silver Moon Knight then asked: "What if he can't do it? Should he die?"

Alan was silent for a moment, then said, "Then he can't say it at this time. His cowardice will affect the morale of others."

The Silver Moon Knight then asked, "Should the soldiers who were influenced by him also die?"

Alan was silent for a moment, then said, "This... isn't that the case?"

The Silver Moon Knight chuckled.

"The soldier who became a coward under his influence didn't deserve to die, so how could the boy who was frightened by the battlefield deserve to die? He didn't retreat in fear on the battlefield, but became afraid after leaving the battlefield. Should we deprive him of the right to be afraid?"

Allen felt something was wrong. Even though he was facing the Silver Moon Knight, the most noble paladin in the empire, he still retorted: "But we are at war, General. Sometimes war is like this. We have to ensure victory. We can't let down our military discipline just because they feel sorry for us. How can we fight in the future?"

The Silver Moon Knight did not refute, but asked Allen a few questions: "Are we the believers of the Lord of Dawn first, or are we soldiers first? According to the doctrines we usually abide by, this child does not deserve the death penalty. But didn't you notice that everyone else in the wounded camp acquiesced to this honor execution? In their opinion, there is nothing wrong with an elder brother killing his younger brother."

"Maybe, because this is war time? So it's a little stricter, which is understandable." Alan said hesitantly.

Silver Moon Knight shook his head and said, "If our doctrine can be compromised because of war, then we can compromise for ten thousand reasons in the future. If everyone can find a reason to compromise, is our faith still pious? Is there any meaning for our doctrine to exist?"

Alan opened his mouth, but was at a loss for words.

Perhaps because he had said too much, Silver Moon Knight started coughing violently again. He didn't have the energy to talk to Alan anymore and waved his hand to let the young man leave.

"Don't stay here, go walk around and think carefully."

Alan walked out of the tent, his face full of confusion.

Alan was not much older than the cowardly boy. It was not his first time to go to the battlefield, but it was his first time to witness the conflict between doctrine and reality.

And Alan is also a paladin who has taken the oath of dedication. He cannot deceive others, let alone himself. He cannot have a flexible moral bottom line like the Black Knight. He must treat everyone and everything fairly and justly, otherwise he will completely lose all his power.

Alan's heart told him that what the Silver Moon Knights said was correct, and executing a cowardly boy was not in line with the doctrines they believed in.

The Lord of Dawn will not force others to sacrifice themselves, because that would be no different from an evil god.

Allen felt something was wrong, because similar honor executions were not uncommon. Allen had heard of no less than ten such executions since he could remember. What about those he hadn't heard of? Why did the Empire allow such behavior to exist?

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Why did his father, as the highest judge, condone such cruel behavior?

Are those so-called sinners who blasphemed the gods and betrayed the Holy Light really guilty of capital crimes? These questions overwhelmed Alan, and he could only keep telling himself that now was not the time to think about this issue, and he needed to focus on this battle.

Alan simply took over the patrol work and wandered around the camp alone, thinking that if there was another honor execution, he could rescue the person in time.

However, after walking around for two or three hours, Allen did not see any honor killings, but instead heard strange noises.

Following the sound, I saw a Ryan soldier with his throat slit lying on the ground twitching.

Alan was startled and quickly used healing magic to help him heal his wounds.

Although Allen treated the soldier in time and saved his life, when he looked in the direction the soldier pointed, he saw several soldiers whose throats were also cut. Their blood had almost drained out and their bodies had long stopped moving.

Without any hesitation, Alan drew out his sword and slashed a ray of holy light into the sky.

The energy flew into the air and exploded with a loud bang. This was the alarm for an enemy attack.

Ryan's military camp immediately started operating, but the assassinations in the camp did not stop. Instead, they became more intense due to exposure.

Violent explosions were heard, and several tents turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Shouts and cries of killing were heard everywhere, and for a moment, no one knew how many hidden enemies appeared.

Alan rushed to protect the Silver Moon Knight, but met a transparent figure halfway. This person's invisibility skills were not very good, and there was still a vague outline when he moved.

Alan quickly swung the Holy Slash at the man, and the sword swept across, cutting off one of the man's arms.

What was revealed was an orc with fiery red skin. Even though one of his arms had been chopped off, he was still brave and threw a dagger at Alan with his remaining hand.

Alan quickly knocked the dagger away with his sword and continued to chase.

After finally killing the orc, Alan saw a panicked figure. It was the frightened boy who wanted to desert.

The young man ran around in panic and was knocked to the ground by a dwarf who suddenly jumped out. When he tried to struggle to get up, there were already several bloody holes on his body.

The heart, throat, liver...all the vital parts of the human body were stabbed.

When Alan arrived, the dwarf had already run away and no one knew where he was.

Alan walked over to the boy and wanted to save him, but his healing skills were simply unable to heal such severe injuries, and he could only watch him die.

When he stood up again, Alan's body was already stained with blood, but his eyes were redder than the blood. He gripped his sword tightly and rushed towards where the battle was most intense.

(End of this chapter)