Aikeson knelt in his own feces and kowtowed desperately. He prayed for a while not to kill himself, and then prayed for some morphine or smoke before killing himself.
But at this moment, even the guards had their eyes on the execution ground, and no one had time to pay attention to him.
Molière, who was tied into a kneeling statue, was lifted up by four big men and moved flatly to the dug grave. The atmosphere at the scene exploded, and the air in the lungs of people was exhausted as they roared.
"Kill! Kill him... execution!"
He looked up at the sky and looked down at his pocket watch, "It's ten minutes to twelve o'clock. The execution can be carried out. Let's do it..."
As soon as the four big men let go, Molière fell directly from mid-air to the bottom of the pit. There was a muffled sound, and his left knee hit a piece of stone. He screamed in pain, as if his kneecap had been broken. .
The pit was not big, just enough to accommodate a kneeling prisoner. Molière's head was only ten centimeters away from the top of the pit, almost right next to the marble slab. His bones would be trampled by the people in the square for hundreds of years and thousands of years to come.
Struggling to raise his head, Molière looked greedily at the last scene of his life. Looking around from the edge of the pit, there were blue sky, white clouds, distant mountains, the hateful Xiao Letian, and tough soldiers, several The workers were desperately using shovels to stir the concrete to prevent it from condensing. The workers looked at him with cruel eyes, as if they were looking at cattle and sheep about to be slaughtered.
"Xiao Letian...if you are a man, answer my question...let me be a sensible person, okay? Give me an answer...the answer!"
This is the last scream in life, this is the last request before death. Xiao Letian couldn't help but be moved by the miserable scream.
Stepping to the edge of the tomb, Xiao Letian squatted down and looked at Molière kneeling in the tomb and said softly, "Time is running out, I can only answer you one question!"
"Why? Why do you dare to kill me? This is different from my analysis! It is obvious that the comprehensive strength of your Chinese family is not even one-tenth of France's. Why do you dare to risk an all-out war to kill me? "
"This is unreasonable! It's really unreasonable!"
This is Molière's last question. If he doesn't get the answer, he will die in peace!
Xiao Letian smiled, showing eight beautiful teeth, which were as white as snow. "Actually, the answer is very simple, it's really too simple!"
"Because I have predicted that the Franco-Prussian War will definitely break out, and the final winner must be Prussia. I even saw the fall of Napoleon III, and I also saw the Prussian army marching on the streets of Paris..."
"Since Prussia is bound to win, why should I be afraid of you? Do you want to take revenge on me? First think about how to get over from the rule of the Prussian army!"
"How is that possible! It's fake, it's all fake! Are you paranoid?" Molière shouted crazily.
"Let me tell you a password! In fact, my true identity is a prophet! I have a divine eye to see the development of history! I can know the changes in the future world! Do you believe it or not..."
It's so ridiculous, Mo Li cried. He discovered that Xiao Letian was a devil, and he even played tricks on himself when he was dying.
"You are shameless! You are so shameless! Faced with me, a mortal man, why don't you tell the truth? You are despicable and shameless..."
Xiao Letian shrugged and ignored the dying man's curses. He snapped his fingers, and upon receiving the signal, the mixing worker raised his hand and threw a shovel of wet concrete into the pit.
"Long live!" A thunderous roar erupted from the scene. The execution scene was so exciting. Countless cameras clicked the shutter. This will be the headline of the newspaper tomorrow.
The sticky concrete was poured on Molière's head, covering his hair with moisture. He shook his head desperately to get rid of the concrete in front of him, but more and more concrete was thrown in. More and more concrete was thrown in. , and soon his calf was submerged in it.
At this time, he no longer cared about chivalry. He wailed and shouted, begging God to save him and Xiao Letian to forgive him. He was even willing to trade all the information in his stomach for his own survival.
"Don't kill me. Please, I'm still useful. I will cooperate with you! I can make Aikeson sign the surrender letter. I have the ability..."
"Please, don't kill me. I don't dare to plot against you anymore. I have been avoiding you Chinese all my life... Wuwuwu... God, save me, I don't want to be buried alive..."
But at this time, Xiao Letian had already made up his mind. He had already promised to kill him in front of 100,000 people. How could he go back on his word? No amount of information could buy his life.
"If I had known this, why would I have done it in the first place? I let you go back then because it was not time for the showdown with France. I just traded your life for a few more days of peace... Do you really think I am afraid of you?"
"It's just right to kill you now. It will just anger Napoleon III, and at the same time make Bismarck believe in our alliance more... It's best to drive Napoleon III into hysteria. By then there will be some mistakes in the war. It will be beyond redemption!"
"Hahaha..." Xiao Letian felt extremely comfortable as he watched his old enemy struggling in the mud and the fearful eyes of the Western spectators.
"Tremble, remember from today on... The Chinese are a nation with clear grievances and grievances. We don't avenge some grievances, we just want to collect more interest!"
Sudden! Just when Xiao Letian was complacent, an incredible thing happened. Molière, who was kneeling in the concrete, suddenly jumped up with all his strength.
It wasn't very high, only about ten centimeters. He actually opened his mouth and bit Xiao Letian's trouser leg, and pulled it down hard. The pair of vicious eyes in the concrete mud were talking.
"Let's die together! Let's go to hell together! Let's perish together..."
No one could imagine how Molière, whose hands and feet were bound, jumped ten centimeters. This was simply an incredible supernatural event that violated human physiology.
But it just happened in front of people. At the time, this scene was unbelievable to many people, and later it became a widely circulated supernatural story.
Molière, whose whole body was covered with concrete, bit into Xiao Letian's trousers, and then dragged them down desperately. At that moment, there seemed to be countless ghost hands in the mud helping Molière.
Xiao Letian's face turned pale. He clearly saw that this was an ordinary tomb, but at that moment it turned into the entrance to hell. A river of flames full of sulfurous smell was burning. Thousands of soldiers in legal uniforms were on the bank of the river. was growling at him.
Many evil spirits have stretched out their hands to support Molière and attack Xiao Letian. Molière bit Xiao Letian, while the evil spirits tried their best to pull down.
Xiao Letian felt a huge force, a force that wanted to pull him to hell.
"You Chinese people have hundreds of millions of heroic souls, and we in France also have unyielding warrior souls! You have your national destiny, and we also have our national destiny!"
"Molière is our hero! This war has no end! Even in hell, we will attack you!"
