Chapter 190
The Meaning of Disposition (5)
A field thick with the smell of gunpowder and blood. Military police collected the bodies that had collapsed into the pits. The ranks on uniforms riddled with bullet holes were all over the place: lieutenant colonel, major, captain, first lieutenant, staff sergeant, sergeant first class, master sergeant...... Most of the corpses would be burned after their hearts were autopsied, yet among them, the bottom tier, ordinary soldiers, were rare.
Maximilian's executions had followed a clear standard.
"......"
Soldiers watched Maximilian standing in that blood-red place. Even at the site of a massacre of hundreds, not the slightest ripple crossed his face. Only a dry calm hung around him, as if this were just another ordinary day.
"Lieutenant Colonel Goetz."
Suddenly, Maximilian called for Lieutenant Colonel Goetz.
"Yes, Sir Knight."
"How has Edmund been lately?"