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"Protect the Prime Minister..." The guard of honor behind him rushed forward and grabbed Xiao Letian's arm, while another soldier raised his foot and kicked Moliere in the head.
With a stabbing sound, a piece of fabric was pulled down, and Molière fell heavily into the concrete mud.
When those workers saw the dying wild dog and wanted to hurt someone, I will bury you alive... One by one, they desperately rounded their shovels, and more concrete was thrown into the pit.
The pale-faced Xiao Letian wiped his sweat and looked closely. The hallucination disappeared immediately, but Mo Li's sad and poisonous eyes were still looking at him.
The dying knight's chest was buried in concrete. Every breath he took was exhausted, and speaking required endless energy.
"I...I won't...let you go...let's...see you in hell..."
"The war...has not stopped...all the French soldiers killed by you...are my soldiers..."
"We are going to attack you on the Huangquan Road...China has no destiny for its country..."
"Hahaha... you Chinese people's national destiny... has been cut off by Western civilization..."
"We will fight again in Huangquan!"
The concrete finally flooded Molière's head, and the scene was completely silent. Those closest to him could see objects struggling under the concrete, some ripples appeared on the sticky cement surface, and bubbles emerged one by one.
Xiao Letian, who was still frightened, nodded, and the workers lifted the heavy marble and buckled it hard. Molière finally became an eternal kneeling statue in the Temple of War.
After a brief silence, long live cries filled the sky. One hundred thousand people finally vented their grievances: "Long live! Long live the Prime Minister! Long live the Chinese people!"
The roar of "Long Live" was overwhelming, and Xiao Letian's pale cheeks regained a trace of rosiness. He sneered at the marble slab and said, "Listen to this cry! As long as the Chinese people still have breath, the national destiny will never be cut off!"
"Fight again on the road to hell? Fight again, fight again! Who is afraid of whom! There are many heroic spirits from China on the road to hell!"
Xiao Letian raised his head and turned to Wang Huaiyuan and said, "Tell Exon clearly to sign and surrender immediately! Otherwise, what happened today will happen again to him!"
"Yes, I'll do it right now!"
Aikeson has completely softened. Seeing the whole process of execution with his own eyes made him completely frightened. At this moment, he leaned against the corner and murmured to himself, "I sign...I will listen to you in everything...don't let me die..." Please give me a big cigarette to smoke! Please..."
The public memorial meeting and the public trial meeting came to a perfect end. In the afternoon of that day, the whole Naha was in a state of complete silence. Everyone was spreading the news about what happened in the morning, talking about the excitement, and the whole bottle of liquor was poured down.
The whole city was drunk, and the cohesion of the Chinese people was at an all-time high. Xiao Letian used practical actions to explain what it means to punish a strong man openly even from afar, and what it means to retaliate with the will of the country.
In the afternoon of that day, the Russian and French counselors sent two letters of protest to the Prime Minister's Office, and then left Naha directly by boat. There was nothing left to communicate. The French counselor immediately sent a report to the country.
"...Xiao Letian declared war on France with actual actions. He brutally executed a French nobleman with the means that only barbarians would use..."
"Let the war begin! Your Majesty, the great emperor! Use all your strength to destroy the Chinese! We cannot let him exist in this world..."
The telegram from the Russian Counselor to Beijing was also very urgent: "...Your Excellency, Minister, please give up all illusions. Xiao Letian seems to have rejected all possibilities of diplomatic adjustment. He will not make any concessions in this war... Let Moscow mobilize its troops!" "
The envoys expressed their anger in their own way, while the Chinese celebrated their victory in their own way. That night was a victory fireworks display, with colorful fireworks in the sky that continued for more than six hours.
These fireworks money are not public funds, they are all set off by the major Ryukyu merchants as if they were fighting for their wealth, especially Rakuten Bank and Rakuten Commercial Bank. Today is the time for their delisting. From now on, there will be no more of these two businesses.
The various shopkeepers collected some extravagant money, and the old shopkeeper directly allocated 200,000 silver dollars with a stroke of his pen, which made the people in the city happy. Two hundred thousand fireworks shot up into the sky, lighting up the entire night sky.
Westerners were all dumbfounded. The Queen’s celebration didn’t involve fireworks like this. Are the Chinese unable to compete? Take money and throw it away as trash?
But it is undeniable that this fireworks show and parade performances on the streets made them feel sour in their hearts, because they had never had such a large-scale celebration in their own capital.
Jealousy envy hate ah!
Of course, there is also crying in the joy. Aikeson is sitting at the negotiation table. The burned Indian horseshoe soil exudes a strange aroma. People who are addicted think it is the smell of heaven, but people who are not addicted think it is the smell of the devil. The stinky fart.
While smoking, drinking, and crying, Aikeson had all kinds of documents in front of him. They were extremely complicated and were stacked one by one over a foot high.
The gold pen was stuffed into his hand, and he no longer read any words. He signed wherever the CIA officer asked him to sign. The surrender order of the last batch of soldiers in the Far East War was finally signed.
At this point, the legal documents after the Far East are complete. Fadeev signed the surrender document on behalf of the 50,000 Cossacks, and Andreev signed the surrender document on behalf of the original Vladivostok garrison.
On behalf of the reinforcements along the sea, Aikeson signed the surrender document and signed the general surrender order as the governor of the Far East.
And there are many memoranda in it, such as the confessions of Russian soldiers, the complaints of people in the Far East, the memoirs of survivors of the Qingdao gold mine... These documents also need the signature of senior Russian military officers to prove that they are all true.
Xiao Letian is already prepared for long-term and arduous diplomatic negotiations with Tsarist Russia. Before the war breaks out, the conflicts on the negotiating table will be very tragic. Sufficient ammunition must be prepared from the beginning.
The good news of Aikeson's signature was sent to Vladivostok that night. Xiang Shaolong and Sister Wu jumped in excitement after receiving the message.
"It's done! It's done! It's done...it's finally done!"
"So much blood has finally been shed in vain! The country has been founded. Tomorrow we will gather all the local leaders in the Far East and we will discuss the details of the founding of the country! Hahaha, a country has actually become a country in my hands?"
"I, Xiang Shaolong, have not brought shame to my ancestors! Someone in the Xiang family can actually build a country! Hahaha..."
Master Long was obviously crazy with excitement. He actually wrapped his arms around Sister Wu's waist, picked her up and spun her around three times.
At this time, all the officers in the entire command headquarters were stunned, and they all looked at the two adults in a daze.
"Ah! Ah...ah?" Xiang Shaolong was also confused, wondering what am I doing? Why are you acting like a hooligan in public?
"I, I am practicing martial arts... This is a very advanced Kung Fu!"
I go! Everyone fainted. Looking back at Sister Wu who was forcefully hugged just now, she didn't feel any shame. Now she was so angry at Master Long's stupid words that she blushed. She stomped her feet and turned her head and ran away without saying a word.
After a brief ten seconds, the staff officers, staff, adjutants and guards in the headquarters collectively applauded and cheered, "Catch up! Catch up and kiss one! One, two, three...kiss one!"
"One, two, three... catch up!"
"One, two, three...kiss one!"
