"McMahon has issued a general attack order, and the troops are now approaching Rocante Prison!"
"What's supposed to come will come. Rocante Prison, the commune's largest hostage detention center... Archbishop Davapur, I'm afraid he is doomed!"
The intelligence shared by Germany made everyone feel extremely depressed, and they knew that the last moment had finally arrived.
Not only Xiao Letian and the others knew that the last days were coming soon, but the archbishop imprisoned in Rocante prison also seemed to have heard the call of God!
The archbishop was locked up alone in a narrow cell. The iron bars of the window above his head reflected the moonlight, drawing long lines on the floor of the cell.
There was a glass of water and a small piece of black bread on the table. The bread was completely dry and looked like it had been there for more than a day. In the dark corner, a bold mouse was secretly watching him.
Archbishop Dawapur was meditating with his eyes closed, silently reciting words from the Bible in his heart. Sitting in a dirty cell, he felt the same as sitting in Notre Dame de Paris.
Suddenly, bursts of muffled thunder-like gunfire came from the distance, awakening the archbishop from praying. He carefully identified the direction, and suddenly his face turned pale.
"It's Lachaise Cemetery! Where did the people of the Commune set up the cannons... This means... This means that the Commune has completely collapsed, and their artillery positions have no way to retreat..."
The archbishop looked at the bold mouse in the corner and smiled calmly, "Little guy...you are a lucky guy...have all your kind in Paris been eaten up by humans?"
"But you were able to survive, and you were even brave enough to appear in front of me... You are a little guy who is favored by God!"
Dawabur broke off a small piece of bread and threw it on the corner of the table. The mouse ran out of the shadows with a whoosh and climbed up the table legs.
It is indeed very courageous, and it boldly gnaws bread in front of the Archbishop!
"Hey... humans are sometimes worse than animals. At least you can tell who will harm you and who will help you... You don't have to watch your words, and you don't have to listen to so many lies..."
"You can naturally tell the difference between friendly and dangerous... It would be great if humans also had talents like yours. We would have fewer conflicts!"
"Little guy... live well, peace will come soon, this is the last killing!"
"The Paris Commune has moved its cannons to the Lachaise Cemetery. Where is the last safe place... There is no way to retreat here..."
Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak!
"You know? The commune is going to perish, and my life is coming to an end... It's ridiculous, isn't it? If the commune wins and they succeed in gaining their political status, then I might still be able to live..."
"But they failed. They will take revenge when they are angry. They will use my life to pay tribute to those who died in the war!"
"Listen...are they coming..."
The nagging archbishop was talking to the mouse, and the mouse raised his head after eating the bread and looked at Dawapur quietly, with bright black eyes.
At this moment, suddenly there was a banging sound of the iron door outside, and the little mouse squeaked in fright and ran away without a trace.
There was a cry for mercy from outside the cell. There were single cells like this at both ends of the corridor, where senior officials of the Holy See, officers of the government army, some royalist MPs, and even some wealthy capitalists were imprisoned.
God knows how many hostages are held in Rocante Prison. Anyway, the black cell area where the Archbishop of Dawapur is located has thirty single cells, and every cell is not idle.
That is to say, the status of the Archbishop of Dawapur is too high, so he is the only one in the cell. Otherwise, even if it is a single cell, four or five prisoners would have to be crammed into it.
The sudden sound of footsteps broke the dead silence. Many of the hostages who had been detained for several months had collapsed. They crawled to the iron gate and begged bitterly.
"Please let me go... I will give you money, I will give you all my family property..."
"You have arrested the wrong person. I am not an officer. I am actually a liar..."
"Hee hee hee...hee hee hee...Louis XVI is back...Louis XVI is back..."
Some took bribes, some refused to admit guilt, and some were simply crazy. The whole cell was in chaos.
The jail guards had no time to take care of this garbage. A cold voice shouted, "Release the six most important guys... six, six!"
Dawabur stood up, straightened his robe, smoothed the wrinkles as much as possible, then poured a few drops of water into his palms, and began to tidy up his messy hair with his wet palms.
The last piece of bread was placed in the palm of his hand, and he was going to recite the prayers for making the Holy Communion. In the past, he prayed for others to make the Holy Communion, but today he was going to make the Last Supper for himself!
He put the bread in his hand, thought about it, broke off a large piece and threw it on the corner of the table. During this period, the mouse friend accompanied him through countless lonely nights, and he had a share of this holy meal.
The scriptures had already been memorized by heart, and with his lips changing rapidly, the brief ceremony was quickly over.
Putting the dry bread in your mouth, it now has a different kind of sweetness!
With a bang, the iron door was opened, and Raoul Rigault walked in from the outside. "Citizen Davabre?"
"Well..." The archbishop obviously never stopped being called this by someone, but in the end he didn't refute and just sighed and nodded, "Yes, I am!"
"Answer my question! Why don't you cooperate with the commune?"
Shrugging his shoulders, the archbishop laughed at himself and said, "Because I was arrested as soon as the civil war began!"
"No one is joking with you, put away your disgusting face, I ask you why don't you work in our commune?"
"Child...I will only work for God in this life! Forever..."
Raoul Rigault had nothing to say. He nodded, "If you don't repent, then don't blame us...take him away!"
The soldiers escorted the Archbishop out of the cell door. When he walked past Raoul Rigaud, the Archbishop paused slightly.
"Child, do you still remember who was the person who baptized you when you were born? We are all people blessed by God..."
Raoul Ligao was shocked and his face turned pale!
The Archbishop of Dawabourg is the highest cleric of the Catholic French Diocese. There are six other priests imprisoned with him, who are also very high-ranking priests.
Bonjean, Degli, Arad, Dick Delay, Claire... plus the Archbishop of Dawabre, six people were taken away by the soldiers.
The moment they appeared, the entire cell was completely silent. The imperial officers, capitalists, and congressmen who were lying on the small windows of the iron door were shocked to find that the first person to be taken away was actually the archbishop and his party.
"God! What are you going to do? You will be punished by God. You can't do this..."
"What kind of hatred is it that makes you so crazy? Why on earth..."
There was a loud bang and the * hit the iron door. "Shut up, you damn bastards...McMahon's soldiers are massacring the people of Paris!"
"They don't even spare women and children... You are all accomplices! You all must die!"
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