Archbishop Dawapur looked at these scarred soldiers and said sadly, "Poor children, the empire is gone, what are you holding on to..."
"Dear Archbishop, we are sticking to our oath! Empire is not an empty term. Empire is everything. It is a system, a culture, a belief, and a spirit!"
The supervising team surrounded them, and the commune members bypassed this small square formation and swarmed in from the palace gate.
"No more... no one... no remaining guards were found... only corpses, no living people..."
"Very good... then... let's do it!"
Suddenly, the National Guardsmen surrounding the Guards suddenly raised their rifles, and without hesitation they pulled the triggers on the surrenderers. The hail of bullets rushed over and mopped them all down.
"Oh God! How can you kill prisoners!" Archbishop Dawapur exclaimed. He wanted to pounce on him, but the commune soldiers behind him held him tightly.
"They are treacherous!" The surrendered Imperial Guards rushed forward with grief and anger. Their rifles had been handed over. Facing the massacre, they could only clenched their fists and charged upward with their flesh and blood bodies.
"The Guards... charge!" The remaining few hundred warriors gave out their last shouts and charged towards the muzzle of the shooting guns.
Bullets hit their chests, blood flowed wildly, and the corpses lying on the ground looked at the sky unwillingly. The Archbishop of Dawapur and the prisoners were shocked by the atrocities before their eyes, crying and shouting!
"Devil! You are all devils!"
The one-sided massacre lasted only four or five minutes. The open space was already full of corpses. The soldiers who were not dead were still struggling to crawl forward. The supervisors walked into the slaughterhouse with bayonets in hand and struck at their backs. Start finishing.
Raoul Rigault smelled the sweet smell of blood and walked into the slaughterhouse. He looked at the bloody scene meaningfully and the archbishop complained loudly.
"Why? They have surrendered and you have occupied the palace. Why..."
"You are all crazy, are you all already crazy?"
Raoul Rigault sneered and said, "No, no, no... I am the most sober! You can't stand just such a little blood? Do you think this is cruel?"
"Wrong, there are a lot of cruel things in this world... I'm afraid your brains are broken. The glamor of the upper class has created a dream to make you think that you are living in a civilized paradise, hehehe... …”
"Actually, you are the most cruel!"
"There are square pieces of roast veal on a solid gold plate. A skilled chef can even use sauce to write blessings on the plate. A few fresh and beautiful flowers are placed on the plate... What a beautiful picture it is. ah!"
"Eating such delicacies, I'm afraid you have never imagined the fate of that calf in the slaughterhouse, right? Killing the cow, skinning it, taking the meat... everything is dirty and bloody!"
"But you can't see it, because a chef is disguising it for you. The square piece of meat in front of you cannot be equated with the bloody calf that has just been slaughtered..."
"So you won't have any burden on your mind, you won't have any feelings of nausea or disgust, you will savor the deliciousness of flesh and blood, and then wipe your mouth with a snow-white napkin to wipe away all your sins! "
"What a wonderful upper class society. You can eat other people's flesh and blood without any psychological burden... Do you think you are a civilized person who has never seen the execution ground, and those sins will not fall on you?"
"Hahaha... cruel? Our workers were buried alive in the coal mines, but they didn't get a penny of compensation. Is this cruel?"
"Workers who have lost their limbs at work are dragged to the streets and abandoned by factory owners. Is this cruel?"
"In the cold winter, a mother holds her child who is freezing and starving to death, and she doesn't even have tears to cry. Isn't this cruel?"
"Fuck you, we have demonstrated time and time again, and your military police have fired to suppress them, and blood has been spread all over the street... Isn't this cruel?"
"Now this little blood is called cruelty? Have we become demons in hell? Hahaha... The blood is still shed. The blood debt you owe is far from being repaid!"
Raoul Rigaud laughed wildly and pointed at the corpses and cursed, "They deserve to die! What were they saying just now? That the Empire is their belief? Is it their spirit? Is it everything to them?"
"Damn it! We have always wanted to overthrow the system that drinks human blood. Isn't the system that you believe in and respect just drinking our flesh and blood and getting fat and cursing yourself?"
"They are already unteachable garbage. Are they going to be a waste of food if we keep them?"
Raoul Rigault walked up to the archbishop and stared at the archbishop with his eyes like a wild wolf: "High and above the archbishop, you are the spreader of the gospel of God in the world..."
"Then let me ask you, do you know what it feels like to have your own sister starve to death in your arms? I was only eight years old that year..."
"Hahaha... Did you know? My mother pawned everything in the family, and in the end she sold her two front teeth in order to get us some bread..."
"Hahaha..." Raoul Rigao laughed with tears streaming down his face. "From then on, my mother would have two big holes when she smiled! Of course, from then on, my mother had very few Laughed……"
"Don't talk to me about heaven and hell... We are already living in hell. You will never know what kind of suffering we have experienced!"
"Take all these gentlemen away! From now on, they will all be our human shields!"
The Archbishop of Dawapur never spoke again. It’s not that he didn’t know how miserable the people were. In fact, he knew it very well... but he didn’t know how to solve this social phenomenon.
He is just a bishop, he is not God!
The corpses were dragged away, and no one knew where to send them for burial. In other words, no one would pay attention to these corpses at all.
In a certain corner, the clothes on these corpses will be stripped clean, and the holes made by bullets and bayonets will be carefully repaired by women, and then the clothes will be reused.
Coats, underwear, leather boots, leather goods...all the accessories on the body will be collected and used. In the end, the naked corpse will also have value.
The dentist will remove the teeth that feel complete and useful in the corpse's mouth. These will be the best dental implants in the dentist's office in the future, and each one can be sold for a high price.
In an era before artificial materials were born, the materials used by dentists, besides gold and silver used by rich people, were teeth from living people.
History has recorded that after the Battle of Waterloo, the teeth of corpses on the battlefield were packaged and sold to merchants. The teeth collected after that battle were enough for European dentists to use for three years.
Why did Raoul Rigault's mother pawn her front teeth? It was because rich people wanted to use them to put them in their mouths!
In that world of hatred, everything is twisted!
Note: In the history of the development of dentures, there are indeed records of human teeth. There is a unique word in English called "Waterloo teeth". Interested book friends can do some popular science on their own.
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