[email protected]/ /@crime? It means that your behavior has violated basic human nature and is the most shameless violation and persecution of human life and dignity. During the war, you killed civilians, raped women, burned food and starved people of other countries to death. , this is the most shameless atrocity! There is no excuse! "
Moliere wailed in pain, and the ropes binding his arms and legs were deeply embedded in his flesh. He fought with all his strength, "No... no! You are setting up a crime in private... I refuse to accept it! I have never been charged with this crime, and I deny it!"
"It doesn't matter whether you admit it or not!" Xiao Letian looked at the audience and was silent for ten seconds before suddenly shouting, "The people are the final judge! Come and tell me whether Molière is guilty or not!"
The whole place was stunned, and a voice burst out from the chests of hundreds of thousands of people in the mountains and fields: "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Moliere's feet were shaken by the "wave" and he fell to the ground. The French counselor in the stands jumped to his feet and cursed in the most obscene Paris slang. No one could understand what he was cursing.
"Listen, this is the voice of the people! Your crime is so heinous that it is unforgivable... The time has come! Execution!"
Four burly men rushed up and directly held Molière down, then tied thin iron wires and brown ropes around his wrists and ankles, tying his body into a kneeling posture.
Xiao Letian listened to Wanmin's cries of death, pointed at the broken marble block and said loudly, "You may all have questions and want to know what this is!"
"I'll tell you the answer! In ancient times, there was an iron statue of Qin Hui kneeling to Yue Fei, and today there is a living sacrifice site of the anti-humanity thug Molière!"
"This pit is Molière's grave. He will kneel in this grave and apologize to our heroes forever! We will use concrete to pour him into it and make him a statue of shame forever!"
"Kill!" The loudest cheers erupted from the scene.
The Western envoys on the viewing platform were frightened and took out their handkerchiefs to wipe the sweat from their foreheads. "It's so cruel! God! This is so cruel, you actually have to pour a living person into concrete!"
"It's too militaristic. Have the Chinese completely abandoned the Confucian tradition of gentleness? It's terrible. They are simply the Prussians of the East!"
The French counselor had shouted at the top of his voice, "Declaration of war...cough cough cough...you are declaring war on France! Stop..."
A living person would definitely struggle when being poured. In order to ensure that Molière would kneel down until he died, his hands and feet had to be tied up with wires and brown ropes in advance, his whole body would be tied up in a kneeling posture, and he would be placed directly in the pit. inside.
Molière cried loudly before he died. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He couldn't believe that his life had come to an end. Could his analysis be all wrong? Xiao Letian is not a rational politician. Is he actually a madman?
"Tell me the answer! Xiao Letian, tell me the answer! Why did you kill me! Why are you so confident! Where is your secret..."
As they shouted, the atmosphere of the crowd became even more fanatical. One hundred thousand people in the world gathered into one voice, "Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Aikeson's crotch was already soaked, tears and nose were flowing, and fear even outweighed the desire for drugs. "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Molière! Why are you going to die..." You’ve calculated everything wrong, you’ve calculated everything wrong!”
"Don't kill me, please don't kill me...Give me some morphine, please give me some cigarettes to smoke, ancestors, please..."
