About the public trial, not only the infected miners in the mine were notified, but also the guards who were imprisoned were notified.
"What, we have to be publicly tried by a group of miners? No, you guys can't do this. We are glorious Ursus soldiers, and we should be treated as prisoners as Ursus soldiers deserve."
Someone among the guards yelled, but he was quickly knocked to the ground by the black armored shield soldier who came over.
"The honorable Ursus soldiers will not surrender to the enemy. They will only die on the battlefield, and those who will be captured are just prisoners. There is no honor at all.
Of course, if you don't want to accept a public trial, we won't force you. We will only execute you as a bad guy in accordance with the rules and regulations of the public trial. "
The black-armored shield soldier grabbed the opponent's hair and finished speaking in a low voice.
"Are you going to have a public trial?"
He pulled out the knife from his waist.
"If you are not going to accept it, I will give you a happy death."
Feeling the coldness of the blade on his neck, the guard soldier was a little frightened. His fat body started to tremble. Soon, there were traces of moisture in the middle of his crotch, and a smell of urine floated up, causing him to grab his hair. The black-armored shield soldier frowned.
However, it is not surprising that most of the Ursus soldiers sent by Ursus officials to this bitter cold place to guard a group of infected miners were from motley crews.
In fact, some of them are just a ragtag group of urban militias. Of course, it is not ruled out that there are those who are frustrated and excluded from the mainstream army of Ursus.
"I accept it, I accept it, but can I survive if I accept it?"
There was a cry in the voice of this fat soldier, and it was obvious that he was greedy for life and afraid of death.
This is a rare quality among Ursus bears, but it is a shameful quality. It really blinds the pair of white bear ears on the opponent's head.
"You can defend yourself. Whether you can survive or not depends on you. If you don't abuse those who are about to judge you, maybe..."
The black-armored shield soldier put away his knife and left the storage room where the prisoners were held without looking back.
. . . .
The preparations for the public trial were very fast, notifying everyone until the morning and starting in the afternoon.
People gathered on the playground in the center of the mine. This playground was actually the place where the number of miners was counted every day, but now it is used as a place for public trials.
"The time is almost up. Where is that young man? Has any of you seen him?"
The public trial was about to begin, but the associate judge who proposed the public trial did not come.
Bozhuoka was a little surprised. At this time, a shield guard stepped forward.
"Half an hour ago, that man left the mine. When he went out, he asked the guard brother where there were large pieces of ice here."
"Big chunks of ice?"
"He said he wanted to make something, but the gatekeeper didn't ask for details at the time, so he didn't know what he wanted to do."
Just as the shield guard finished speaking, a child among the miners exclaimed: "Look, what is that?"
Everyone subconsciously looked up in the direction the child was pointing, and then saw a huge piece of ice floating over in the air. No, to be precise, it was being lifted and flown over.
"Give way, give way, thank you."
Wu Ke shouted, and everyone moved out of the way.
There was a bang, and the ground shook slightly.
The big piece of ice was thrown in the middle of the playground.
Can fly?
Can you still lift something so heavy and fly?
The corners of Bozhuokasti's eyes twitched under the mask. If he brought a bunch of energy bombs to the opponent, he would probably be able to destroy a mobile city with relatively weak air defense capabilities by himself.
"What are you doing?" Bozhuokas came over. Just when he was about to ask the young man what he was doing with such a big piece of ice, he was stopped by Wu Ke who raised his hand and said, "Old man of the guerrillas, what are you doing?" Open up, I haven't finished my work yet, I won't hurt you."
Before Bodrokas could figure out what he was going to do, a bright red hot ray was emitted from the boy's eyes. The ray hit the ice, causing the ice there to melt. However, the heat ray was quickly turned down. , adjust it finely, and it will slip on the ice.
Eye ray, is there such a thing as Source Stone skill?
And just using rays was not enough, the young man also used his hands and feet together.
"Bang, bang, snap, snap..."
Large chunks of ice were easily broken and cracked under his fists, just like tofu.
The miners looked at the young man's actions with some dumbfounded eyes. The black-armored shield soldiers were no better than the miners. They not only looked at the young man, but some also looked at the thick armor on their own bodies. If they put this in front of the other party, I'm afraid it wouldn't be the case. Not much better than this ice?
Bodrokas was not surprised that Wu Ke could do this, after all, the fist mark on his shield was still there.
However, this old guerrilla man doesn't know what the other party is doing. Is he showing off his powerful force?
However, Bozhuo Kasti soon found out. With Wu Ke punching, kicking and scraping with heating rays, a flat platform made of ice quickly appeared in front of everyone.
Good guy, except that the three chairs above are made of ice and cannot rotate, isn't this a classic reproduction of a certain sound stage?
However, the title engraved on the ice on the back panel is [Public Trial Stand], and below it are the words [Fair and Strict, Seeking Truth from Facts].
Those engraved words are stuffed with a few source stones. The source stones are emitting LED-level light, making it difficult for people to see clearly.
"Public trials should be done more seriously."
"So, are you trying to set up a stage?"
"Yes, what else would you be doing?"
"All right."
Bodrokas held the deer-faced helmet for him.
"The time is right, we can start the public trial."
"Wait~"
Wu Ke stopped him.
"What are you going to do again?"
Bodrokas turned his head in confusion.
"I wrote an appearance introduction. As a jury judge, those elected by the miners naturally don't need to say much. They will be convinced, but we are different. We must use some summary introductions to prove to everyone that we are qualified. Sit in the seat of that jury judge.”
Wu Ke said seriously and handed over a piece of paper.
[No, with the power you just showed, who would question whether you are qualified to sit in that position? 】
Although he was thinking this in his heart, Bozokas took the paper handed over by the boy and looked at the things on it, and then his eyes widened.
"This is my basic information. I think you should also write one so that people below can understand you."
After pondering for a long time, Bodrokas nodded: "Okay, I will introduce myself later."
"No, no, no, self-introduction is not enough. It has to be introduced by others to be more convincing."
Wu Ke looked around and then waved.
"come here."
"I?"
The shield guard following Bodrokas' double pointed at himself.
Wu Ke nodded, and when he saw his leader also nodded, the shield guard walked over.
"How is your eloquence?"
"It's okay, what do you want to do?"
Wu Ke handed the paper to the other party: "You will follow my format later and tell you the basic situation of your leader, focusing on summarizing the good people and deeds you have done. Do you understand?"
"Well……"
"Briefly introduce our guerrillas to help the infected." Bozokas reminded. His life is too long and he has done too many things, such as the title of patriot, and there are many things that cannot be done. Say something.
"understood."
The shield guard understood what he should do.
"Then, read my manuscript again."
"The process is like this..."
Wu Ke talked about what he knew about the appearance of this kind of stage.
And after that, the public trial started directly without rehearsal.
. . . .
"Hello fellow infected people in the mine, I am a black armored shield soldier of the guerrillas. Today I will be the host of the public trial. First of all, I want to talk about the specific process of the public trial again..."
The shield guard who came on stage recounted the process of the public trial.
"Next, I would like to introduce the jurors who have come to the stage. First of all, the first one is the founder of our guerrillas, Your Excellency Bozokasti.
Your Excellency Bozokasti founded the guerrillas more than ten years ago, and has led our guerrillas to liberate tens of thousands of infected people in the past ten years.
He has saved the lives of many infected people, and his actions have spread among many infected people. He is an upright and just man, and is absolutely qualified to serve as an associate judge. "
While Bodrokas was reading for the shield guard, he walked onto the ice platform and walked step by step to the big chair carved out of ice and sat down.
Below, after the introduction speech, the guerrillas applauded their leader in a dignified manner, while the miners, after being stunned for a while, reacted and applauded loudly, and the warm applause resounded.
Bodrokas felt a little unnatural. He clenched his hand on the ice armrest into a fist. How should I put it? Listening to others bragging about himself made the old man feel ashamed. This feeling made him who had always done practical things. Very uncomfortable.
"The second person to take the stage is SurperBoy, Mr. SB, ahem..."
The shield guard cleared his throat and began to pronounce the boy's title like a dish.
There are things like helping an old lady cross the road, picking up gold, and being a good student, as well as the little girl savior, the sea monster sniper, the city guardian with evil thoughts, etc. There is always a feeling that the style of painting is not quite right. Until the last sentence.
"At the same time, he is also the one who defeated the mine defenders and saved you yesterday!"
The miners understood that this was a lifesaver, and they clapped their hands enthusiastically.
It didn't stop ringing for a long time before the shield guard raised his hand as a signal.
"And the last associate judge is a representative elected by you. Let me read here first the number of representatives you elected, uh, 52 people?"
"For the sake of time, we only look at the votes of the top three, and then choose the one with the highest number of votes."
Wu Ke didn't expect that there would be so many electors, so he hurriedly shouted out before the shield guards were about to report all the electors.
The shield guard got the signal and understood what he should do, so he started to read from the third person who received the vote: "The third person, Avenger Sackner, must vote twenty-seven."
"Hey, only third place?"
Underneath, the expression of the black-cornered young man fell.
"Second place, the Suffering Scholar Rumi, has thirty-one votes."
"Only thirty-one votes?"
"I remember many people said they would vote for him?"
"No, I saw you wrote about yourself."
Someone was exposed.
"I also saw that you wrote about yourself."
Well, the truth is that although the miners are all sufferers, due to the strict management of the mines, many of them have no close friendship. They just have a common consciousness as the same sufferers.
"I'm not in trouble, it's this damn world that's in trouble!"
the old scholar Rumi shouted angrily.
“Daddy Rumi is not number one, so who is number one?”
Someone asked.
Soon, the host Shield Guard on the stage gave the answer: "The first place, the eldest sister Yelena who encourages people and can stand up to protect us in times of danger, must vote for fifty-one."
After the black-armored shield guard finished speaking, the corners of his mouth under his helmet were twitching crazily, because that was what the reason for the recommendation was written above.
"Yelena, who is that?"
"I don't think I've ever heard of this person."
When the miners below heard the name Yelena, they were a little at a loss because no one they knew was named Yelena, or in other words, they subconsciously did not include the child.
"Who is Yelena? You have been elected. Come up quickly." Seeing that no one was coming up from the chaotic crowd below, the black armor shield guard shouted loudly.
"Yelena is here, where is eldest sister?!"
A group of shouting voices attracted everyone's attention. Everyone looked back and saw a group of children squeezing over supporting a girl, and someone knew that girl.
"No way, it's actually Yelena?"
"Are you Yelena?"
The shield guard was in a daze. He didn't expect that the person elected would be a little girl.
"I am."
Yelena was also a little confused. She didn't expect that she would be elected.
Compared with the adults in the mine, the children in the mine are much more united.
"No, can such a kid be elected?"
The young man from Black Point objected.
The shield guard turned back to look at the two people sitting above, and Bozoukas looked at Wu Ke, obviously letting him make the decision.
Wu Ke thought for a while and said seriously: "Children are also part of your whole body. Since the public trial is for all infected people in the mine, they are naturally qualified to make choices and be elected. This has nothing to do with age."
The black-cornered young man wanted to say something else, but someone interrupted him.
"I know Yelena. She is a warm-hearted child. She once helped me rub my sprained waist. If it weren't for her, I would still have pain in my back."
"I also know her. She is a good and filial child. Her grandmother often praised her and sewed clothes for me. But unfortunately, the old man has..."
The speaker paused and then said, "I am willing to believe her."
"Yesterday, all the people who were drawn with black lots were taken out, where I saw her come forward..."
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