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Chapter 116: Harsh Punishments in Troubled Times (Part )
Harsh punishments are used in troubled times, but these harsh punishments should not and cannot be used only on refugees.

Even in Chris's opinion, his own militia and civilians should be restrained with severe punishments so that they cannot and dare not violate the rules he set.

Chris knew very well that the people with the highest moral standards under his command were actually the players. The compulsory education and higher education they received from the future society made those with the lowest moral standards among them shine like saints in this world.

And do the militiamen in Beach Town under his command have morals?
No, a month ago, they were also starving country bumpkins and peasants... Although using the word country bumpkin is a bit insulting, this is the reality.

The militiamen have no personal ethics at all.

If the warehouse is solid, you will know etiquette; if you have enough food and clothing, you will know honor and disgrace.

Before Chris arrived, the militiamen were the lowest class of people struggling to survive in Bagnia. They had already tried their best to stay alive and had no concept of etiquette, honor, or shame.

They are just like wild animals, fighting for food, drink, defecation, urination and sleep.

That's why after establishing the refugee camp, Chris formulated the rule of "cut off the penis for rape, chop off the hands for theft and robbery, and kill for murder", which was shouted at the militia.

Chris originally thought that after the refugee camp was established, the militia guarding the camp would try to make a mistake after two or three days.

Unexpectedly, on the night when the female refugees arrived at the refugee camp, some foolish people were so bold as to ignore Prince Chris's authority and try to "fish in troubled waters" by sneaking into the refugee camp and committing illegal acts.

To prevent this from happening, the women's refugee camp has two layers of protection.

The outermost layer is the militia, and the inner layer is the gendarmes led by Mia. This militiaman with a small head controlling a big head, in a state of lust, was able to find a loophole in the gendarmes' patrol and successfully sneak into the refugee camp.

This is truly a talented person, although he does not use his talent to do good things.

Unfortunately, this militiaman escaped the eyes of the military police but could not escape Aisha's nose.

A pig's sense of smell is among the best in the animal kingdom, two to three times that of a dog. It can even sniff out food buried deep underground. Its sense of smell is both sensitive and broad.

When the militiaman sneaked into the women's refugee camp, Aisha, who was in the center of the camp, smelled the scent of an uninvited guest, so she carried Mia to look for "prey" and successfully caught the bastard the next moment the former entered the tent.

……

"I was wrong, I was wrong, please forgive me. I won't do it again next time. I won't do it again next time..."

On the temporary wooden platform in front of the refugee camp, under the gaze of refugees and militiamen, Duke knelt on the wood, trembling, crying loudly to the people in front of him and on both sides, confessing his sins.

"Do you really know you were wrong?"

The player "Ikkiu" in a white coat looked down at Duke, who was kneeling on the ground, with a playful look, and asked the latter a question.

"I really know I was wrong. I was wrong. I won't do it again next time..."

"No!"

Ikkyu roared, interrupting the attempted rapist's self-defense.

"You don't know you're wrong, you know you're going to get into trouble... Come, take him to the cross and tie him up!"

Two expressionless, strong gendarmes received the order, held Duke's arms, lifted him up with force, and hung him on the cross behind him.

"No, no..." Duke screamed. His voice was distorted by fear, becoming extremely sharp and desperate. His legs kicked hard, like a live fish on a chopping block, or a pig with a butcher knife against its neck.

The militiamen under the stage showed a look of grief, and the refugees farther away stood on tiptoe, watching the spectacle unfolding here... They were a little suspicious that this was a show and that the man might be let down soon.

In the past, the favorite thing for the noble lords who came to the village to collect taxes was to whip the tax collectors who collected too much grain indiscriminately, saying that the bad things were done by them and had nothing to do with them.

If it happens once or twice, the farmers will believe it, but if it happens too many times, they will naturally become suspicious.

Duke's struggle was in vain. His hands were soon tied to the wood and his legs were spread apart in an "eight" shape.

Because of the climate, and more importantly because of poverty and customs, Bagnians, both men and women, like to wear skirts. Women wear long skirts, and men wear short skirts that reach the knees.

As a militiaman, Duke also wore a short skirt, revealing his hairy legs, which brought great convenience to Ikkiu. Wearing a mask, he only needed to pull down the skirt at the former's waist to reveal the "Tai" point.

Little Duke was exposed to the air, immediately attracting cheers and laughter.

The cheers came from the refugees, while the laughter came from the militiamen... Although they sympathized with Duke's subsequent experience, they still couldn't help laughing when they saw little Duke's earthworm-like figure.

There's nothing I can do about it, they're just impolite.

"Tsk... With such little capital, you still dare to force yourself. His Royal Highness has repeatedly emphasized that the land will be divided when we return, and you will soon have a wife. You actually dared to ignore it and commit a crime against the wind. You are so brave."

As Ikkyu spoke, he picked up a small glass of alcohol, handed it to the surgical assistant beside him, and gave an order.

"Wipe down little Duke and disinfect him, before he dies on the cross."

The assistant was timid and started working with a glass of alcohol and a cotton ball. The cold alcohol fell on little Duke, scaring him so much that he screamed and fainted in a short while.

As a medical student about to graduate, Ikkyu didn't even need to get close. Just by looking at the militiaman who was forced to scosplay Yego's eyes moving around, Ikkyu knew that this bastard was pretending to be unconscious.

Will this work?

No.

"Hold on to his legs and don't let him move. Otherwise, if my hand slips and the knife moves and I cut off both of his balls, I won't be responsible."

This sentence immediately scared Duke awake. Ikkyu laughed maliciously with satisfaction, grabbed little Duke with his left hand wearing a white glove, and slashed him with a scalpel in his right hand.

An egg fell with a "ding-dong" sound into a glass jar filled with formalin solution below.

Duke suddenly screamed again, scaring the men present so much that they felt a chill in their lower body and experienced phantom limb pain.

Ikkyu took the can, turned around, held it high up towards the militia and refugees, and shouted loudly.

"Come here, pass this jar around and have every militiaman look at it and touch it. You must remember His Royal Highness's order: if you rape someone, you'll have your penis cut off. If you attempt rape, you'll have your testicles cut off…"

This is what will happen to anyone who dares to disobey the prince's orders!"

(End of this chapter)