Pantheon, the Pantheon of France!
Today this place has turned into a Shura field of massacre!
The Algerian Third Division slashed the butcher's knife at the prisoners on the battlefield. The sad and angry division commander looked at the long list of dead and was so angry that he lost his mind.
"Kill! Kill them all... leave no one behind!"
The white marble steps had become a guillotine, and row after row of commune members from among the prisoners of war were tied up and pushed to the steps of the Pantheon.
The executioner kicked the back of his knees, and with a sudden sound, all ten people in a row knelt on the ground!
"What are you doing? What are you going to do!" the frightened captives shouted desperately.
"You want to kill innocent people indiscriminately without going through trial! Executioners, you are all executioners..."
"Bah...I am the executioner, and I have avenged my brothers! Cut..." At the command, ten foreign army engineers holding logging axes raised their axes and dropped them. A cold light passed and ten heads rolled to the ground with a click.
The surrounding prisoners of war screamed in horror, "Oh God! You can't kill innocent people indiscriminately! Even if you are guilty, you should be tried in court!"
"Fuck the court. Did you think about the court when you rebelled? Go ahead and chop!"
The headless corpse was dragged aside and thrown onto the empty carriage. The head was kicked around like a ball and finally concentrated in another corner.
"Next row..."
The wolf-like government troops rushed into the group of prisoners of war, as if they were looking for chickens and ducks to be slaughtered. Amid the frightened shouts and begging for mercy, they randomly pulled out ten unlucky ones.
"No! Let Otto go...he is only seventeen years old, let him go..."
"Spare me, please spare me... I have four children at home, the youngest is only three years old, please let me go..."
The commander of the third division looked at the prisoners begging for mercy with a sneer, "Let you go? Who will let my brothers go? Who will return their lives? Kill them..."
Another row of prisoners was kicked in front of the steps, kneeling on the steps, with their heads lying on the fourth or fifth step, and there was an angle between their necks and the next step.
This is where the ax can be laid. The ruthless engineer battalion is definitely not an ordinary civilian. These murderers can chop off heads very efficiently.
Click... click... there was a crisp sound of broken bones and tendons, and another stream of blood sprayed in front of the marble steps. The entire main entrance steps of the Pantheon had been condensed into a pool of blood.
The brutal killing shocked everyone present. They finally realized that begging for mercy was of no use. Desperate people began to resist!
"Comrades...these emperor's lackeys are going to be killed! Don't treat them like lambs waiting to be slaughtered...fight with them!"
The prisoners with their hands cut behind their backs jumped up and bumped into the defenders with their bodies. The prisoners bit each other's strong rope buckles with their teeth, trying to untie the ropes.
Looking at the chaotic scene, officers at all levels raised their heads, took a sip of strong wine and laughed wildly, "Soldiers who have enlisted for less than three years are out! Use these live targets to practice bayonet..."
Three-year veterans are treasures in other armies, but in the legion created by Napoleon III, three-year veterans are definitely rookies and cannot be used.
They are the most suitable people to kill prisoners to practice courage!
The soldiers who were eating and drinking put down the barbecue and bread in their hands as soon as they heard the order, picked up their bayonets and charged straight at the prisoners. There was no sign of mercy when raising and lowering the swords.
The bayonet penetrated the flesh and screamed in despair. The strong smell of blood in the air could almost be squeezed out with your hands!
The commune soldiers who led the resistance died tragically on the spot, and many were even disemboweled!
"Why! Why are you so cruel! Don't you have human hearts?"
"You are also from the poor. Isn't everything our commune has done for the poor in France? Isn't it possible that the welfare reform we are fighting for is something you don't want?"
"Think about your family, think about your children in the future... Do you want them to be poor forever? To be exploited by aristocratic capitalists forever?"
These prisoners had collapsed, begging for mercy was useless, and the ones who started the trouble were picked to death. They could only cry and reason, trying to get a chance of survival.
But this army is different from all other armies. They faced the psychological offensive of these members without any emotional fluctuations at all.
"The next group... cut them off for me! Let the whole of Paris see, this is the end of rebellion!"
Another row of damn devils were taken out and pushed to the steps regardless of their pleas for mercy. They were hit with an axe, and their heads rolled around like rubber balls in the pool of blood!
"Show mercy! Master... Aren't you afraid of going to hell? Show mercy..."
The older commune members in the crowd knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the commander of the Third Division and other senior officials at the top of the steps, "Show mercy... Sir... Please show mercy! We have surrendered..."
Listening to these prisoners' pleas for mercy, the senior officials of the Third Division not only showed no sympathy at all, but shouted with red eyes, "Am I showing mercy? Who can show mercy to our slain Paoze!"
"They are the hope of the empire! They are the pillars of France in the future, but today they all died in the hands of thugs like you!"
"Want me to show mercy? Let our brother come back to life first..."
Everything is as Xiao Letian and Xiang Ying judged. The military aristocratic group created by the Bonaparte family has a cohesion that is unimaginable to outsiders!
This is a die-hard royalist party, and it is a huge and intricate force!
Ever since Napoleon, the god of war, became emperor, these military nobles he single-handedly promoted have experienced both prosperity and loss!
They intermarry with each other, hold shares and do business with each other, recognize each other as relatives, recognize each other as masters and disciples... This group is loyal to the emperor, and at the same time loyal to their own group.
It is not an exaggeration to say that they are the Eight Banners Group of France, and they have very deep emotions and interests involved within them!
Take George, the commander of the cavalry battalion who died in the battle, as an unrelated nephew of the commander of the Third Division. The two families were family friends for more than three generations.
The relationship is very close, and the business dealings between the two families also help each other!
At this moment, the division commander didn't know how to face the mother and sister of the battalion commander who died in the battle, and he didn't even dare to face their common military mentor!
Even these noble officers are well known to McMahon. If McMahon knew that his cavalry battalion commander, this precious kid, died in battle, his massacre order would probably be even more cruel!
"You thugs! Do you know who you are killing?"
"Any one of these soldiers may be a captain of the empire in the future. Every grassroots officer here may be a general in the empire's army ten years from now!"
"They are the seeds of a strong French army in the future! We have lost too much of our essence in this damn war. Are we going to be destroyed in your hands now?"
"You thugs, go to hell!"
"Kill without mercy...kill them all without mercy!"
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