However, the Pole was also excited. Instead of returning the gift, he took the opportunity to rush up and punch.

The Polish nobles struggled desperately, but Machris was obviously very skillful. He pulled the other person's arm back with one hand and pressed his arm with the other, and used the force of his fall to push his knees against the other person's waist.

"Markris! Markris! Markris!" The audience shouted in unison with excitement.

"You should say that the people of the Central Plains can have a large-scale peace period of one or two hundred years between these two chaos." Guo Kang shook his head: "Look at us, this war and killing have never stopped.

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"I don't know, they are very excited every day anyway." Guo Kang shook his head.

"What's so excited about this person?" Zhu Wenkui asked curiously.

"These people are all guilty people stained with Roman blood!" Wang Da Lama shouted at the top of his voice: "Ask them if they are willing to atone for their sins!"

A burst of laughter came from the crowd. Markris returned to the front stage and asked the remaining two Poles whether to fight with him.

The soldiers untied the third Polish nobleman and asked him to go to the ring too. The Poles were obviously panicked and walked forward in small steps while looking around.

Many Poles didn't seem to have thought of this kind of execution method and were panicked. Some people were already incoherent, and some were still struggling. However, the firing squad didn't care at all. They tied them up and took out their nails and hammers.

Nail on the hands and feet.

Soon, dozens of Polish prisoners were crucified.

This death is not rapid, and they will be displayed in the square for a week with hundreds of heads as a comfort to the gods.

The cheers of the soldiers were heard, overshadowing the wailing of the tortured. The King of Lama walked off the platform and personally brought his assistant to slaughter the three animals to complete the last ritual of worshiping the Heavenly Father.
Chapter completed!