Ming Dynasty and New Rome and Infinite Magic Machine

Chapter 1757: Rain of Fire
As the countdown ended, a rain of fire, a form of punishment, descended from the sky.

A relativistic kinetic energy weapon, descending from the center of the sky, first destroyed the command center on the position, followed by earth-shattering artillery bombardment and overwhelming bombardment. Then, three volleys of close-in attack aircraft, using machine guns and dive bombers, swept the battlefield clean. By the time the infantry surrounded them, there was no effective resistance left on the position.

Just like before, the respawn points were already being trampled by the rapid pace of death. When the royal army's soldiers rushed to open the door, the Romans behind it didn't even have time to draw their pistols—they didn't put up a desperate fight or fire a sniper shot at the royal army. After all, the Romans still had some pride, and the royal army was currently treating them with courtesy, limiting the extent of their fighting.

The Romans knew that if they were to engage in a sniping attack, they would likely be the first to perish. After all, they could run away, but they couldn't hide; if they were captured by the Chinese, they would be doomed.

Just like before, the royal army had to lift the lid from above to pull the Romans out of the pit.

Lu Huaiyang saw many Romans raising their spears, preparing to commit suicide and return to the respawn point—although the Romans couldn't choose which respawn point they would be at, there would always be one. If the current respawn point failed, they could simply commit suicide to go directly to the next respawn point.

"Hey, I'm warning you." Lu Huaiyang held up the communicator, "Your respawn network has been hijacked by us. Now, if you respawn, you'll just suffer for nothing and end up respawning directly in the base vehicle outside. Try it if you don't believe me."

Let's give it a try. There are hundreds of people inside; some of them won't believe it.

Immediately afterwards, screams from afar made everyone lower their guns. They really couldn't escape.

"Now lay down your weapons and line up. As before, you will be treated as prisoners of war."

That is, they were all exiled to the lower realm.

After all, the Romans who participated in the rebellion were not just deceived common soldiers; they were Roman citizen soldiers with full capacity for action and political power—which is why they all cared about their reputation, because only old Romans with impeccable lineage cared so much about their reputation.

Their rebellion was not a result of being deceived; it was their own decision, and they intended to defy Victoria's orders and Shangluo's orders.

In that case, Shangluo's decision to exile them was quite lenient—after all, in Rome, rebellion could result in immediate execution. Shangluo didn't sentence them to life imprisonment, only a fixed-term death sentence; they would die and then come back to life.

After turning off the monitor in front of him, Shangluo recorded what he had just seen and heard.

"So, in normal circumstances, what would the sentence be? I know it's possible to be executed, but would it really happen?"

They generally won't be executed.

"That's alright."

Although they wouldn't be executed, their eyes would be gouged out, their noses cut off, their tongues severed, their ears chopped off, they would be forced to bleed, their tendons pulled out, their skin peeled off, they would be hacked with knives and axes, and they would be shot and whipped.

"WTF?"

This is how we in the Eastern Roman Empire treated rebels—and our most frequent method was gouging out their eyes.

"So many people! Are they all gouging out eyes?"

Basil II once gouged out the eyes of 15,000 people. Of course, he felt it wasn't quite right afterward and put them back in. He was actually a pretty good person.

"This"

[Some creative imitations even imitated the Cretan bull. They locked a person inside a brass bull, lit it on fire, and made the person roll around inside. It was a process of being steamed from above, burned from below, seared by open flames, scorched by smoldering fire, branded with a hot iron, and then doused with cold water. Only when the cold water was poured on, finally turning into a puff of air that blew a flute from the bull's throat, was it considered finished.]

"???" "."

So what I'm trying to tell you is that the Romans treated foreigners poorly, and they were even more ruthless towards their own people. While the bronze bull is ancient history, gouging out eyes and cutting off genitals was something that happened not so long ago. You know why, right?

"So I actually know that if someone's eyes are gouged out or their penis is cut off, they lose their inheritance rights, right?"

【You really know your stuff. That's exactly right. The Romans didn't intentionally use corporal punishment, but gouging out eyes disqualifies someone from inheriting a title, preventing those the emperor disliked from continuing to oppose him—see, that's much more humane than beheading or hanging.】

"That's so thoughtful!"

So you only sentenced them to exile, instead of dismembering them—that's truly virtuous! Because in the past, gouging out their eyes was considered a merciful act. It was only the loss of inheritance that wasn't punished, not beheading.

"No, I'm not being merciful, but what would I do with their parts!"

[Look, you don't even know what use they have for their parts, you're too kind-hearted.]

"..." Shang Luo covered his forehead. "Sometimes I feel that I'm too ordinary, to the point that I don't fit in with the truly ruthless people."

He had just thought that exile was a bit too harsh. Now it seemed that, according to Roman political rules, mere exile was already an act of divine intervention.

"Alright. I'll arrange the exile location later." Although it was already very merciful, Shangluo would give them appropriate punishment and work, without deliberately tormenting them.

Everything went smoothly today. After completing the mission, Shangluo sent the 50 members of the Storm Commando back—he didn't want to waste their time, because every day they spent up there was equivalent to a year on the ground. These were turbulent times, and Shangluo planned to save the ceremonial commendation for the lower ranks, letting them return as soon as possible.

The battle report that had just been recorded was also forwarded to Zhu Xianxi by Shangluo.

[Your senior brother read the battle report and gave the soldiers from the lower realms high praise—very high praise. Their efficiency was high, saving a lot of manpower. He said your decision was absolutely correct.]

"Hmm." Shang Luo nodded. "I also think they're quite useful—but does my senior brother really need to praise me like that?"

Shangluo felt that something was wrong.

Although Zhu Xianxi is easy to talk to, he wouldn't praise someone three times just for completing a tactical mission; there must be something else going on.

Yes, there's something he wants you to do on the phone.

"what's up?"

[The King of Joseon: Yes, the King of Joseon needs to speak with you.]

"What does he want from me?"

[It seems the King of Joseon has some concerns about Joseon's future status. He was already worried, and the fact that someone has been able to replace Joseon's scattered soldiers has only increased his sense of crisis.]

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(End of this chapter)