Molière's mind went blank. He was unable to resist and could only let the intelligence officer tie his hands behind his back, and then tied his legs together, leaving only a short rope link.
Such a short rope can only allow him to take small steps forward like a woman, and cannot take long strides at all. If he takes a slightly larger step, his other leg will be affected and he will fall to the ground.
The intelligence officer, who was not polite at all, picked up his hair and lifted him up from the ground. "Be honest, this is not your Paris, and you are not going to a ball. No one will tolerate your bad habits! Let's go..."
But how could he walk so fast with this binding method? After three steps, he fell to the ground again, and then was dragged up again, completely trampling his self-esteem into the dirt again and again.
Leaving the cell, Molière could feel the solemn momentum of the public memorial ceremony even more. The sunshine near noon stung his eyes, and the cries and shouts of the mountains and tsunamis rushed towards his face like the tide of the full moon.
Dizzy, completely dizzy, Molière stood at the entrance of the square, looking at the square where marble blocks were spliced together, his mind was dizzy.
The voice was like waves, the flags were like clouds, the pungent scent of sandalwood rushed straight to his forehead, and the densely packed spiritual tablets stared at him like an innocent soul opening its eyes.
What's even more terrifying is that for some reason, a piece of marble was lifted up in the middle of the huge square, and a deep pit was dug. There were many workers manipulating this not far away.
An unknown feeling enveloped his whole body, and all the hairs on Molière's body stood on end. "What is this... you... what are you going to do?"
"Hurry up! You are not qualified to ask questions, hurry up..." With a strong push, Molière fell more than three meters away, right into the square from the entrance.
The surrounding noise suddenly became quiet. The sudden appearance of Molière attracted everyone's attention. The French counselor on the auditorium was immediately shocked. "What are you going to do? Those are the nobles of our country. What do you want to do..."
However, the viewing platform was still some distance away from the scene, and his roar was quickly drowned in the mountain wind.
At this time, all the memorial tablets of the heroic spirits had been placed in the War Temple, and the public memorial ceremony had come to an end. Xiao Letian sat upright and looked at Molière expressionlessly.
Just as they had dragged him to death, the soldiers dragged Molière to the center of the square. The first high priest of the Temple of Mars raised his hand to signal silence, and the scene became even more depressing.
"The Prime Minister has ordered that...in order to commemorate the heroes who died in the war and to redeem those who died in vain, a public trial will be held immediately after the public memorial meeting! Those war criminals who committed heinous crimes will be given a public trial!"
"Avenge the dead soldiers and civilians!"
One sentence ignited the anger of the whole audience: "Revenge for the dead soldiers! Revenge! Revenge..." The shouts of 100,000 people were earth-shattering, and Molière finally understood what Xiao Letian was going to do.
"You want to kill me? How dare you? How dare you..."
His roar was so weak that no one could hear him even if his throat was broken by the sound of 100,000 people.
Xiao Letian sat on the chair and looked at him calmly. He gently raised his finger, indicating that the officiant should continue reading. Perhaps the chief priests of the Temple of War have all passed the vocal examination, and each one of them was so energetic that they shocked everyone. With the amplification of the tin speakers, people around the square could actually hear them clearly.
And more people gathered on the mountain road could know what happened on the mountain through word of mouth, and the people's mood suddenly changed.
"...Molière, a knight of the French court and a special envoy of the French Emperor's expeditionary force, directly commanded the French fleet to invade Ryukyu..."
"...During the war, he landed in Naha by deceptive means and led his soldiers to kill and loot with few soldiers, causing countless losses of life and property to soldiers and civilians..."
"...In the Tanggu Special Administrative Region, they even bombarded innocent people, causing the tragic death of thousands of people. It can be said that there are many crimes and crimes that cannot be forgiven..."
"... After the post-war negotiations between the two countries, we released the war criminal Molière and returned to the country based on the good will of long-term and overall peaceful development. However, the inhumane war maniac will never stop his butcher knife..."
"...In this Far East campaign, Molière was the real mastermind behind the Bailayi tragedy. He was the one who gave the order to massacre the city and burn the granaries..."
Witnesses and physical evidence were brought out one after another, and the crimes of massacre of civilians were shouted out one by one. The atmosphere of violence between the army and the people became more and more intense.
"Kill him...kill this warmonger! Revenge!"
The French counselor on the viewing platform had gone crazy. He was jumping up and down angrily, "Declaring war! Xiao Letian, you are declaring war on France! Envoys from various countries, look at what a domineering warlord he is!"
"He actually dared to put the noble French nobles on trial! The untouchables actually dared to attack the nobles of Europe! Is that how you see it..."
The diplomats from various countries around looked at the counselor with strange expressions, but no one came to wade in the muddy water. The French counselor's roar had been completely suppressed by the roar of 100,000 people, and no one would take a second look.
In the end, two Chinese soldiers came, one on the left and one on the right, and actually 'protected' him. The French guy was so angry that he almost died of brain congestion.
This is not a public trial, this is a direct sentence of death. After the long sentence was read, Xiao Letian slowly stood up and looked at the scorching sun above his head and suddenly said faintly, "It's three quarters past noon..."
Everyone knew that the final moment to kill had arrived. Everyone was waiting for the Prime Minister's order with all their breath. Molière murmured to himself like mud, "You won't kill me! You absolutely won't... How could you and France... What about a full-scale war? Your strength is no match for you!"
"Impossible, absolutely impossible, this is unreasonable!"
Behind the cell, Aikeson was so frightened that he peed his pants. His eyes were filled with tears and runny nose. He grabbed the window lattice with both hands and babbled like a madman, "He won't die, Molière won't die... he just won't." dead!"
Xiao Letian looked around the people. Wherever his eyes went, the sounds immediately subsided, and the scene was silent until his eyes finally focused on Molière.
"The last moment has finally arrived, hasn't it..."
Molière suddenly raised his head, "Are you a madman? Only a madman would be stupid enough to go to war with the powerful France! You are leading the entire Chinese nation into destruction!"
Xiao Letian smiled slightly. He was no longer willing to talk nonsense. "Compared with death, I care more about living with dignity. This is more important than anything else!"
Xiao Letian suddenly raised his right arm and announced loudly to the people, "I declare! Molière...is guilty...!"
The scene was in an uproar. No one had ever heard of such a charge. The envoys who had taken over the West all stood up in shock. They thought Xiao Letian would kill someone as a war criminal, but they didn't expect one to show up at the end.
"What a sinister Xiao Letian! He is not killing Molière on behalf of the Chinese people, he wants to kill Molière on behalf of mankind! He has put Molière on the opposite side of all mankind!"
"He's trying to silence the French!"
