Revenge must be responded to in order to be satisfying. There are many ways to respond. For example, Molière led his troops to directly kill Xiao Letian and stepped on his corpse to show off his power. This kind of revenge and response is satisfying.
In other words, assist Tsarist Russia, use the French intelligence network to dig out Xiao Letian's secrets and then destroy them. Watching the Chinese nation eventually fall apart or be directly destroyed. By then, the frightened Xiao Letian will look very miserable. This can be considered A passable form of revenge.
It's a pity that Xiao Letian's luck is too strong. Neither of the two imaginary situations have appeared. Then take a step back...I will be in your cell with Xiao Letian. I will scold you and insult you, and then there is nothing you can do. Can't reach me!
Hahaha... It feels so good. I like scolding you like this and you still look helpless to me. If you dare, bite me! Do you dare to kill me?
Just like a mad dog, Molière is like that now. He has been completely trapped in his own fantasy world and cannot extricate himself. The so-called spiritual victory method is probably like this.
Xiao Letian looked at him pitifully. At this moment, he had no intention of saying anything to him. He just sighed and shook his head and walked out.
Molière, who failed to achieve his expected goal, was extremely unhappy. According to the script in his mind, Xiao Letian should be angry, helpless, blushing but helpless at this moment, right? How could you just turn around and leave without saying anything?
"Stop! Xiao Letian, stop... Why don't you speak! Are you speechless? Hahaha... Did I tell you about the dark side in your heart? You are such a hypocrite, everything on the surface Bravery and courage cannot conceal your cowardly nature..."
"Coward..." Molière, who was like a mad dog, pounced upward, and two of the Prime Minister's guards rushed out from the darkness, holding him back one on the left and one on the right.
"Be honest! If you move around again, don't blame us for being rude..."
"Answer me! Xiao Letian, you coward, why don't you dare to answer me... Are you a coward? Are you going to flatter the British? Are you a thief in the political arena? You take advantage of others' unpreparedness. Sanctimonious hypocrite!"
"Fuck you!" A guard of the prime minister on the left was really irritated by this weird Chinese without four tones. His iron fist hit Molière's stomach directly, and it hurt him like a cooked chicken. He was bent over like a dead shrimp, spitting sour water from his mouth.
Xiao Letian looked at him pitifully and shook his head. Molière was no longer a human being. He had a complete mental breakdown. Half of his face was disfigured. Mucus and acid were spit out from his mouth. The light of ignorance was released in his eyes. He was obsessed with hatred. It has taken hold of his heart, and this person is already useless.
"Don't beat him, don't scold him. Give him good food and drink during this period. Make a room in the villa on the top of the mountain for him... Do you still have the women you bought from Europe? Send two to him …”
"Look at this pitiful look! Do you want an answer? I will give it to you in two days..."
Xiao Letian left, leaving behind the mad dog Molière. Unfortunately, this conversation had no results at all. It wasted a lot of time, and it only proved that Molière was hopeless.
After returning to the Prime Minister's Mansion, Xiao Letai discovered that Wang Huaiyuan had also rushed back from the Far East. At this moment, the three kings Luo Huo, Wang Huaiyuan, and Sima Yun gathered together. Only Xiao Hexin, who was preparing to go to the capital to start negotiations with Tsarist Russia, was not present.
Xiao Letian's Prime Minister's Mansion was like his own home in the eyes of these elders. When he entered the study, Sima Yun was holding a chicken leg and chewing the incense, and Luo Huo was tearing open the crabs that he had been showing off, and only Wang Huaiyuan ate them. It's very light, and you can sip a bowl of meat porridge in small sips.
"Look what kind of chaos this room is? I have to give an order to the main room later. Don't let anyone come to me to eat. Without my order, no one will open fire!" Xiao Letian put on his military cap. He threw it on the table, poured himself a glass of cold beer, and took a swig.
Sima Yun smiled and touched the oil on his hand, "It seems that the Prime Minister has suffered a little secret loss by looking like this? This anger has been vented on us... The big room doesn't provide food, so we go to the small room in the inner house to eat. , if the small kitchen is not provided, we will ask Mrs. Ru to beg for food and see if I can be hungry by then..."
"You are shameless and shameless..." Xiao Letian took a hard bite of the lobster. "Hey...he is not Molière's dog. Forget it, don't be angry..."
Xiao Letian didn't want to mention it, but the guard captain couldn't swallow this breath. He angrily stood in front of several bosses and repeated Molière's words with embarrassment. In the end, Luo Huo slammed the table and wanted to kill someone.
Wang Huaiyuan finished the last bit of the porridge base and said with a satisfied smile, "The food at home is better. Everything eaten in Vladivostok is tasteless... Prime Minister, have you thought about it? Are you going to take action now?"
Xiao Letian looked out the window thoughtfully, "Again and again, not again and again! It doesn't matter if Molière insults me, but he is crazy. His revenge against the Chinese is too strong. He must be killed!" "
Luo Huo became excited when he heard this: "Well done! I should have killed him long ago. I will do it myself..."
Sima Yun's face gradually became serious, "Prime Minister... killing a prisoner is a big deal! You didn't kill him on the battlefield, but killed him as a prisoner later. This would cause diplomatic disputes. Do you really want to follow him?" Does France have a mortal enemy? After all, he is a close confidant of Napoleon III!"
"As the saying goes, beating a dog depends on its owner. Killing 11,000 soldiers on the battlefield is called war! And if you kill an aristocratic official after the war, you will have a deadly feud with the aristocracy of Paris!"
What Sima Yun said is correct. At this time, most of Europe was a monarchy. The concept of social hierarchy was very strong, and wars between countries were very frequent.
People will definitely die in war, and it doesn't matter how many civilians die. It doesn't matter to the monarchs of each country. After the war, the high-level officials of the two countries can be as friendly as they want after the war.
But if there are a large number of dead nobles in the war, this will change, and both sides will enter the stage of deadly feud.
Even in the era when muskets were lined up to be shot, there was a rule in the army that muskets were not allowed to be aimed at noble officers, and no cold shots were allowed to be fired at nobles. This was what each team required of its soldiers.
When Washington was commanding the war against Britain in the Revolutionary War, British soldiers had already aimed at the founding president of the United States from behind Washington. The distance was very close at that time, and one shot would definitely kill him.
But it was this tradition of not shooting at nobles, or in other words, not taking cold shots at nobles, that saved Washington's life. In the end, the British soldier did not fire and chose to follow the tradition.
Just imagine, it is so difficult to kill a noble on the battlefield, but what about killing a noble prisoner after the war? This behavior was bound to anger Napoleon III and the entire French aristocracy.
"The risk is too great! It's really too great..." Wang Huaiyuan said coldly.
