freenovelworld Chapter 433: The Aspirations of the German General
Chapter 433: The Aspirations of the German General
The leading German general stood on the city wall, looking at Carly's head hanging on the wall and Carly's naked body pierced from below, the five blood-red words "The end of a bitch" on her chest, and the eight big words "Bitch Carly died here" carved on her pink back with a sword. Then he looked at the reactions of the female soldiers below the city who laid down their weapons, and a smug smile appeared on his face.
The fate of some of these female soldiers emerged in his mind:
On a battlefield filled with smoke and blood, Livia stood at the front of the Great Zhou Roman female soldiers, her posture upright and resolute. She was a grassroots female soldier, possessing awe-inspiring courage and fighting skills.
Livia's name was well-known among the Roman female soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, highly praised for her outstanding leadership and fearless courage. As a junior officer, she served as a corporal leading five men, shouldering important responsibilities.
Her daily duties include leading a five-man team on patrols, security, and other missions. She remains vigilant, day or night, ensuring the safety of the regiment. Her rigorous and decisive leadership style earns the trust and respect of her fellow soldiers.
In battle, Livia displayed exceptional bravery. Undeterred by enemy attacks, she always led the charge. Her tactical acumen and combat skills enabled her to make quick and decisive decisions at crucial moments, leading her troops to repel harassing small groups of Germanic troops.
Livia's presence brought great inspiration and confidence to the Roman female soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Her courage and determination became a role model for the soldiers, inspiring them to fight bravely on the battlefield.
After laying down her arms this time, she was sentenced to death by beheading by the German army. The German executioner led Livia to the guillotine and made her kneel on the rough wooden block. Though pale, Livia's eyes held a stubborn and unyielding look. The executioner slowly raised his sharp sword, the sunlight reflecting off the blade with a dazzling glare. With a single command, the sword fell with a swift snap, and Livia's head instantly tumbled off. Blood gushed from her neck in an incredibly blinding stream, splattering the block and the ground. Livia's tightly bound body finally gave way, and a warm liquid flowed between her legs, a stress reaction to the beheading, a testament to her tragic end.
Hanging, a cruel and ancient punishment, is often used to execute those who have committed serious crimes. However, throughout history, there is a unique woman who is closely associated with hanging: Tullia.
Tullia, a formidable name, was a junior officer in the Roman Legion of the Great Zhou Dynasty, commanding a squadron of fifty female soldiers. Her military prowess was highly acclaimed within the Roman army, and she participated in the command of numerous important battles, renowned for her tactical agility and decisive decision-making.
On the battlefield, Tullia displayed extraordinary courage and wisdom. She was always able to accurately judge the battle situation and make quick decisions, leading her troops to victory time and time again. Her soldiers were filled with awe and trust in her, willing to follow her through thick and thin.
In an empty square, a tall gallows was erected. Several German soldiers led a Roman general, Tullia, to the gallows and placed a noose around her neck. Tullia remained calm, unfazed. The soldiers kicked the stool away from her feet, leaving her body suspended in the air. Her feet struggled and her hands instinctively clawed at the rope around her neck, but her hands were tied behind her back, making her efforts futile. Her legs kicked and her body struggled desperately, but as time went on, her movements grew weaker and her body stopped shaking. Her face flushed, her lips bruised, her tongue lolled, her eyes widened, and finally, Tullia's cherry lips exhaled their last breaths, her head drooping, lifeless. A warm liquid flowed between Tullia's legs, her last trace of her presence in this world.
Lingchi is an extremely cruel punishment, usually used to punish those who have committed serious crimes. The female soldier who was Lingchi was named Anela.
Anera held a crucial position within the Roman female army of the Great Zhou Dynasty—a messenger. Her job was to swiftly shuttle across the battlefield, accurately conveying the commanders' orders to the various units. Thanks to her exceptional speed and adaptability, she was able to successfully complete her missions in numerous fierce battles, ensuring the timely delivery of information.
However, fate played a cruel joke on Anela. After being captured by the German army, she was accused of treason because she was half German, and was ultimately sentenced to death by slicing. This verdict shocked and puzzled the female soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, as Anela had always been a highly respected member of the female army.
On the day of her execution, Anela was tied to the execution ground, facing a huge crowd of onlookers. The executioner cut her body into pieces with a sharp knife, blood splattering everywhere, a horrific sight. But even in such excruciating pain, Anela remained strong and unyielding, not uttering a single scream.
As time passed, Anela's body gradually became incomplete, but her spirit never collapsed. She used her final strength to prove her innocence to the world. Ultimately, Anela died in extreme pain, leaving behind a story that will deeply sadden us.
This was the most brutal method. The Germans bound Anela to a specially constructed rack, her body completely exposed. The executioner, wielding a sharp knife, began slicing at her limbs, tiny pieces of flesh being slashed off, blood flowing continuously. Anela's screams echoed in the air, seemingly tearing the world apart. The sound was sharp and piercing, filled with endless pain and despair. Each scream was like a sharp sword, piercing the eardrums and making people tremble.
Her pleas for mercy were intermittent and tearful, as if coming from the depths of her soul. "Please, let me go!" Her voice trembled, filled with fear and helplessness. "I'll do anything, as long as you stop!" Her tears flowed like a flood, mixing with the blood on her face, forming a horrific scene.
Anela's body convulsed constantly as she struggled to break free, but all was in vain. The executioner's coldness and ruthlessness filled her with despair, knowing she could no longer escape this nightmare. Yet, she still held onto a glimmer of hope, pleading constantly, hoping to summon a shred of mercy from the executioner. As time passed, Anela's body became covered in wounds, her blood soaking the ground around the rack. Anela's cries grew fainter. The executioner stabbed her heart with one final blow, ripping out her scalding heart. Anela let out a final, beast-like howl, finally drawing her last breath in excruciating pain.