"There is no hope of staying in the mine. I will take away all the infected miners and move them to a safe place, and then let them choose whether to stay or join our guerrillas, or leave here. "
"What about the others?"
"other people?"
"Where are the Ursus soldiers guarding the mine?"
Wu Ke added.
Some surprise flashed across Bodrokas's face, and he looked at the young man with a confused look. After pondering for a while, the guerrilla leader said: "If I say that transferring so many people will leave a lot of traces, the only way to solve it is to Only by getting rid of the Ursus army guarding the mine can our transfer be safer, what do you think?"
"I don't think so."
Wu Ke rejected this statement without hesitation.
"Why, aren't you on the side of the infected?"
Bodrokas looked at him with deep eyes.
"Soldiers obey orders. Although many of them have malicious intentions towards the infected, there are still a few who, even in this environment, do their best to take care of those poor people as much as possible. If you kill them all, Yeah, I don’t think it’s a fair thing.”
Bodrokas was moved in his heart. He had seen too many people on the side of the infected, hating the ordinary people who discriminated against them and the Ursus soldiers who oppressed them, but people like this who could look at the Ursus soldiers objectively , but it is very rare.
"I agree with you. We cannot hate every individual in the group just because of the group."
Past experiences allowed Bozhuo Kasti to see all this clearly. As an ordinary person, his son ran for the rights of the infected. He died in a riot to suppress the infected eleven years ago. His son's blood was not yet available. It went cold in his heart.
If he massacres the Ursus mine defenders, he will be no different from himself in the past when he ruthlessly suppressed the infected, ignored them, and only acted as a vicious dog.
"So, our guerrillas' usual approach is to exile people to the ice sheet, or tie them up and keep them in the mines. As long as we know the time to deliver supplies, we can leave a small force and move the larger force in advance. Before the Ursus army transporting supplies arrives, just find the right time and leave here in advance."
Bodrokas took out a document on the table: "In exactly ten days, the supplies from this mine will be delivered. It will be enough time for the ice sheet to cover up the traces of the transfer of our large forces. "
"The guard troops will be under our custody for the first eight days to ensure basic food intake and the necessary living environment. In the next two days, they will be locked up and will not eat or drink for two days, and will not be allowed to eat or drink. There will be no death.”
"no!"
Wu Ke rejected this statement without hesitation.
"Then what do you want to do?"
Bodrokas looked at him. The old man didn't know what this young man who couldn't do this or that didn't want to do.
"What do I want to do..."
Wu Ke thought.
"Yes, you defeated the guards. Logically speaking, they are all your prisoners, and you have the right to deal with them.
Whether you let him go or kill him, you can choose, but in order to ensure the safety of the guerrillas and miners, I will make my own choices and actions after you make your choice. "
Bodrokas made it clear for him that after all, the two of them were just people who happened to meet each other by chance.
"I won't spare a bad guy, and I won't kill a good guy, but the right to judge is not in your or my hands..."
Wu Ke came up with a good way: "There needs to be a public trial here in the mine. The victims are the ones who have the right to seek justice from the perpetrators. I want the infected here to judge the guards here. What do you think?" How's it going, old man?"
Bodrokas looked at the young man for Leng Shen and let the victim judge the perpetrator. This was something he had never thought about.
But some issues still have to be faced squarely. Bozhuo Kasti said: "Young man, not every infected person can be as objective as you. Like an outsider, the infected people have been oppressed for many years. Driven by anger, they are It is very likely that the outcome of the trial will be to kill all the guarding soldiers. Anger and hatred can turn people into devils!"
Wu Ke thought for a while and felt that the other party was right. There were no ready-made examples in history in the world where his world was. Although public trials are a good thing, they must be controlled carefully. Once the emotions of the masses fall into a state of paranoia, they will It may result in some undesirable consequences.
But there is experience to follow. As long as the public trial limit is set well, this is not a problem that is difficult to solve.
“With this, we can set up a process in which victims complain and perpetrators defend themselves, and then the victims vote to determine the outcome of the perpetrator’s trial.
In addition, in order to prevent emotions from being incited and the crowd becoming paranoid, several additional positions of jury judges must be set up. I represent myself, you represent your guerrillas, and then select one from the infected miners who can convince the crowd. representatives, forming the final decision-making structure. "
Wu Ke paused and thought about it carefully. After making sure that he had said what he could think of, he asked Bozhuo Kasti across from him: "Old man of the guerrillas, what do you think of this idea?"
Bozhuo Kasti: "..."
How else could this happen?
"It seems, not bad, perfect!"
He subconsciously said what was in his heart.
"Now that we have reached a consensus, let's discuss the details together..."
Wu Ke decisively grabbed the young man and took Bozhokas to take over the public trial, discussing the matter all night long.
The next morning, Wu Ke left the room in high spirits, while Bozhuo Kasti looked tired.
Even though he is a Wendigo with a pure Sakaz bloodline, he is still considered to be an old man. Being dragged into a discussion by young people all night long, he is no less experienced in a battle of high intensity.
However, although his spirit was sluggish, Bodrokasti felt excited about what happened and what was discussed last night.
You can understand a person superficially through words. Last night, Bozhuo Kasti saw a kind of light in the boy's body.
Of course, it was not the reflection on the other person's head, but another something that seemed to be there or not, like warm sunlight.
Bodrokasti was already very old, so old that his sudden death would not surprise anyone.
Over the past few years, aware of his declining health, Bodrokasti would occasionally worry about the future of the northern guerrillas and the infected they had saved when he was alone.
But now...
"No, there are many things, but it's still too early..."
Although his body is already declining, there should be no problem in holding on for more than ten years. And what kind of person a person is, you should not listen to what he says, but see what he does with your own eyes.
After seeing the boy, Bozhuo Kasti had some strange thoughts. However, this thought was suppressed in his heart. His fate was already full of twists and turns, so he had to make every choice carefully. He will see everything with his eyes and listen with his ears.
. . . .
"New news, new news. On behalf of Your Excellency Bozokas and Your Excellency SB, they have decided to hold a public trial of the guards at the mine. All miners can participate. The rules and regulations are as follows..."
After reaching a consensus with Bozhuokasti, the other party's guerrillas quickly took action, notifying the infected miners below about the public trial, describing the process of the public trial, and the rules and regulations that everyone should abide by.
These are the details that two people, an old man and a young man, spent the whole night in the room discussing.
The miners who heard the news started talking a lot.
"Your Excellency Bodrokas and Mr. SB are really good people. I didn't expect that I could actually judge those damn guys in person!"
Some people are excited about it, with the flames of hatred burning in their eyes.
"Don't forget, during the public trial, some guards may be let off."
Someone who had carefully read the rules and regulations of the public trial reminded them.
"Ha, who would give those guys a chance to live?"
The Sakaz man who spoke with the black horn on his head obviously didn't think so.
"Everyone here has lost a loved one, and in the face of the murderer who killed our loved ones, who here will let go, I, Sackner, will say a word here, if anyone dares..."
The young man with the black horn on his head was punched in the stomach by the black-armored shield soldier who came over, and his body bowed down.
"The rules and regulations of the public trial are very clear. No one is allowed to incite emotions, let alone threaten others. The trial needs to be fair and requires everyone to think carefully."
The voice of the black-armored shield soldier came from under the helmet.
"You are a first offender. If you commit a second offense, you will lose the right to judge others. A person who is carried away by anger and hatred will not be able to make a truly fair judgment. Do you understand?"
"I see."
The Sakaz youth with black horns nodded with some difficulty.
. . . .
The black-armored shield soldier walked away. He was not an infected person. He was just a former Ursus Empire soldier who followed Bodro Kasti and left the empire more than ten years ago to become a northern guerrilla.
Although the empire's persecution of those soldiers who did not agree with the New Deal made the black armor soldier feel discouraged and followed his parents on the side of the infected, this did not mean that every time he saw the infected, There will be no reaction when hating Ursus soldiers and non-infected people.
Although the hatred of these infected people is not unreasonable, it will be a great harm to the non-infected person, the former Ursus soldier, and other companions who are also like this.
Even though Mr. Bodrokas is very fair, he never treats infected people preferentially because they are infected, nor does he treat non-infected people less favorably because they are non-infected.
But he would occasionally have doubts. Is it really worth fighting, bleeding and even dying for such an infected person who may hate him?
This is a question that has no answer yet. Maybe he won't get a specific answer when he dies, just like his companions who sacrificed in the past.
But at this moment, the black-armored shield guards are still willing to follow their leader, the former patriot, 'Bozokasti', and fight with the opponent.
[Your Excellency, Captain, you will surely lead us to the right future...]
This is not only his belief, but also the belief of other veterans and other infected people who are willing to join the guerrilla movement.
. . . .
Over there, discussions among the infected miners continued.
“Select people who can represent us as associate judges, and the associate judges can make suggestions for the final outcome of the trial.
As long as you get two votes, you can postpone the post-vote trial, and if you get three votes, you can directly veto the results of the post-vote trial..."
None of the miners have any objection to the three-vote veto power of a small number of people. After all, Ursus is a semi-feudal country.
The new emperor who came to power more than ten years ago was even able to ignore the people's demonstrations and protests and directly threw his opponents here to mine and suffer.
Relatively speaking, it is fair to have one of their representatives inside. The miners are having a heated discussion about who should be selected as their representative.
"I think I should be chosen, because I will definitely seek justice from the Ursus guards on behalf of the dead!"
The young man from Sakaz recommended himself.
But obviously, other infected miners did not agree with him.
Most Sarkazi, even if they are not infected, are racially profiled by the rest of society.
Among the infected, those who advocate violence are not likely to be recognized by other infected, because the other party will also bully them as infected. This is a fact.
“I think Papa Rumi would be a good choice, he is the oldest among us and he was also a learned scholar.
Likewise, he is also experiencing the pain of losing a loved one here. I think he can represent us, and I believe he can make the most impartial judgment! "
Someone said, and got the approval of many people.
. . . .
A group of children gathered not far away.
"Sister, can we also vote?"
They didn't get to the notice board, but through the adults' arguments and conversations, they figured out what was going on.
"It says that everyone in the mine can participate in the public hearing and election of representatives, and it doesn't say that children can't participate."
An older child said.
"Hey, can we participate too?"
"There are no rules, so it should be okay."
The older child nodded.
"Then I want to participate."
"Xiko, what are you participating in?"
"Of course it's a public trial and election!"
The little girl replied matter-of-factly.
"Who are you going to vote for after participating, and who are you going to elect as an associate judge?"
"When my father was still alive, there was always a bad guy who whipped him. I want to vote for that person so that he can also be whipped. No, one whip is not enough. One, two, three, four..."
The little girl clapped her fingers and soon became dizzy.
"Anyway, it's just a lot of whipping. As for who I recommend, who else is of course Sister Yelena. Apart from her, I don't think anyone can represent me."
"I agree with this. I also want to participate in the election to elect the eldest sister."
"Miri, won't you vote?"
"I don't know who to vote for. The only one I know is Uncle Pitner. Although he often has a cold face, he occasionally sneaks food into my mouth."
said the little boy.
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