In an apple orchard outside the northwest city wall of Paris, nearly two thousand refugees were driven here by government troops. Major Hans looked at the sky of Paris in the distance with sinister eyes.
He also just learned that the Chinese actually sent airships to forcibly rescue refugees throughout the city, completely ignoring the French government's ban.
"These Satanic devils are so arrogant. When did France become so weak that it looked at the face of the Chinese? Revenge, must be revenge, must be revenge..."
He punched the apple tree hard and a piece of dead leaf fell off. "Without domestic thieves, you can't attract outsiders! These thugs must be the enemy's spies... Interrogate, interrogate me overnight!"
After all, they are McMahon's government troops, and they still need some procedures to kill people outside the battlefield. An old man with a hooked nose, wearing a torn suit, and who didn't know where he got a table, is actually here. Apple circle ruins got a court out.
Hans's regiment of soldiers guarded more than 2,000 refugees. The hungry and hungry refugees had no strength. Many of them collapsed on the ground as soon as they arrived and had no strength to move.
"Get up, get up and work for me..."
"Please, sir...please sir...let me take a breath and give me a drink..."
"I still want to drink water. I haven't eaten anything all day, and you still want to drink water..." The irritable soldier rushed forward and punched and kicked him.
The refugees were crying and hiding. The continuous fighting had completely worn away all their courage to resist. At this time, they could only be at the mercy of others!
Hundreds of relatively strong men were driven out, each with a shovel, and started digging into the ground, digging a huge deep pit.
Just at the edge of the pit, the hook-nosed judge began to interrogate the prisoners!
"That one...the bald guy with the head...starting with him..."
"No, no, no... I'm just a butcher, I'm not a bad person... Why are you arresting me... Please let me go!"
The soldier dragged a bald man out from the crowd and kicked him over in front of the judge. He looked at him with a hooked nose and said, "Say... are you a thug from the Paris Commune? Have you ever killed anyone? Have you set fire to anything?"
"No... Master, please forgive me. I am just a butcher. I have never set fire... I have never done anything bad..."
"No? Then let me ask you, when was the last time you sold meat? What kind of meat were you selling..."
"Sir, I sold some beef a week ago..."
With a bang, a broken piece of wood found from nowhere was used as a gavel in the court. His hooked nose tapped the table, "You still say you are not a bad person? Paris has been under siege for such a long time and has long been out of food. How can you have any meat?" Sell?"
"Squibbling, you are quibbling...I pronounce the sentence, shoot him!"
"No... don't... I admit, I didn't sell beef, I sold the meat of war horses that were killed by bombs... I was afraid of punishment so I said it was beef..."
"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."
The judge and the soldiers were not interested in hearing the explanation at all. They dragged the butcher to the edge of the pit like a dog and shot him in the back of the head.
Bang... The gunshot rang out and everyone trembled with fear. The children immediately cried, but the adults were afraid of angering these murderous gods, so they blocked the children's mouths.
Captain Hans looked at everything in front of him coldly, "Good kill! The thugs can't waste air..."
Upon hearing this, the judge quickly smiled flatteringly, "Yes, sir... you are right..."
"This efficiency is too low. Ten people are captured in a row at a time..."
What kind of bullshit trial is this? It's a complete farce. The judge is not a judge, he's just a frustrated clerk who has worked in the government all his life.
The necessary pretense is still necessary. If you go through the procedures and leave a certain dossier, Thiers will be able to explain to the parliament, the international community at that time, and history.
Even if these trial files are rough, very rare, and don't match the number of missing people at all, it doesn't matter... something is better than nothing.
With such little written evidence, it was enough for them to file a lawsuit, including giving an explanation to later historians.
It is conceivable that there is no fairness and justice in such a court. The whole thing is a farce!
"What's your name? Varlan...are you the traitor Varlan? What, no? Just the same name? I don't care whether you have the same name or not...shoot!"
"Tell me... what's the matter with the calluses on your tiger's mouth? Are they calluses from holding a gun... Shoot!"
"What's your profession? A blacksmith in a steel factory? Damn it, this profession is inherently insurgent...Kill!"
Row after row of people were massacred for various bizarre reasons, and no one begging for mercy received any mercy. Gradually, the edge of the huge pit was lined with corpses, and blood flowed down the shallow pit dug. , like a stream.
Those who were working were so scared that they were numb, and they just wanted to be like turtles, hoping that they could dig holes to save their lives!
Even if you kill ten people at a time, it is still a very troublesome task to kill two thousand people. Gradually, these people lose their patience, and their aquiline noses are too lazy to find excuses.
Pushing up a row of refugees, he just glanced at them with his eyes, "They have a fierce look on their faces, they must be bad guys... shoot them!"
"These women look so debauched, they must be shot by the men of that crazy woman Michelle..."
Even sometimes, the judge didn't bother to judge and instead asked the soldiers around him, "Do you think they are thugs?"
"It must be, it's not a good thing at first glance... shoot him!"
Many times innocent citizens are shot to death amidst the cheers of the crowd!
Are there any exceptions? Of course there are! Some very beautiful ladies among the refugees, and some who shouted that I am willing to dedicate all my family property to the Republic, these people will indeed be spared.
The beautiful lady was dragged into the apple forest and became a toy for the soldiers to relax and entertain themselves. The entire forest was full of disgusting sounds.
And those who still had some wealth secretly walked up to the judge and took out the last bit of wealth hidden in their boots or sewn into their underwear and used it as bribes.
Maybe it was a land deed, maybe a bank deposit certificate... someone even issued a document on the spot giving away the property rights of a villa in the country.
Major Hans was also stunned. He did not expect that after the war went so far, there would actually be a group of middle-class people staying in Paris who had not escaped.
Money and beauty became the only gold medals to avoid death, but unfortunately, not two or three people among a hundred people were spared, and basically all the rest were shot.
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