Chapter 148: Running a Local Business

"In the army, there's a law: whoever retreats shall be punished. Ten shall be drawn, one shall be killed, and beheaded."

Under the sunlight, a few hundred soldiers who had just retreated from the front line were disarmed and made to kneel on the ground, trembling with fear.

Quickly, a group of battle supervisors walked over. Without a word, they pulled out several unlucky souls among them. While the chosen ones cried for mercy, they were pushed to the ground and their heads chopped off.

As the blood splattered and heads rolled, the remaining soldiers who were spared watched in terror and trembled even more.

Some of them were even frightened to the point of madness, but nobody cared.

Even sending the madmen to the battlefield to charge with the others would consume some of the enemy's arrows at the very least.

They must die on the battlefield.