This civil war has completely made both sides red-blooded. The top leaders of the Paris Commune collectively decided to shoot all the hostages in retaliation for the massacre of civilians by government forces.
The Archbishop of Davabre will definitely not survive. The Paris Commune did not want to kill him at first, but just wanted a hostage. After Blanqui was arrested, the Commune sent people to negotiate many times in the hope of exchanging Blanqui for the archbishop.
But Thiers always refused. Even the Commune was willing to exchange 75 high-level hostages for Blanqui at one time, but Thiers refused.
It was from that moment on that the commune understood that Thiers was their life and death enemy, and the enemy's purpose was to physically destroy the commune!
The war has reached the point of no retreat. When the left bank of Paris was completely recaptured by government forces and now even the right bank is in pieces, the butcher's knife finally struck the hostages.
I have to say that the power of faith is still strong, although there are always various rumors and jokes among French people that mock the Holy See and blackmail priests and priests.
Of course, there are indeed many clergy who behave in abhorrent and even criminal ways!
But those who can reach such a high level as Dawapur and his deputies have purer spirits and more pious beliefs!
Six people lined up in a row. The soldiers wanted to give them black cloths to wrap their eyes, but they were rejected by these priests. They faced death without any fear, but they had a kind of martyrdom fanaticism!
They hugged each other and shook hands, saying their final farewells and blessings before they died. They seemed to have seen the door of heaven open, and the angels blew the trumpets, waiting for them to fly up.
Death actually became the reward for escaping suffering at this moment!
Raoul Rigault looked at them. "Do you have anything else to say? Do you have any last words?"
The six of them just made the sign of the cross silently and recited prayers in their hearts. No one paid attention to Dawabul's clamor, and the furious Dawabul cursed fiercely.
"Are you still going to pretend to be a ghost when you are about to die? Stop preaching, no one will believe your lies..."
"Shooter, prepare..." Li Gao drew his pistol.
A row of shooters raised their rifles and began to take aim. The Archbishop looked at everything in front of him calmly, and suddenly discovered that these execution gunmen were all very young. The one facing him was only about seventeen or eighteen years old, and the others looked fifteen or sixteen years old. .
"Why? Why do you let a group of children do such a thing?" The archbishop was a little angry.
Raoul Rigault sneered, "Haha...why? I'll tell you why, because these kids are rushing to kill you!"
"All their relatives were killed by the government troops in Thiers, and they have a blood feud against you!"
Dawapur looked at the children with distress, "God bless you...lost children, God bless you..."
Heartfelt blessings could not heal the wounds pierced by hatred, and the child facing Dawapur pulled the trigger without even waiting for an order.
Snap... the gunfire rang out, the bullet penetrated the archbishop's stomach, and he fell to his knees in severe pain.
Bang bang bang... Other children also pulled the trigger, and the bullets hit the praying priests!
Dawabur stretched out his hand to cover his wound and struggled to stand up again, while the child opposite was hurriedly reloading ammunition.
"Use my blood...to wash away the hatred in your heart...I still pray...ask God to bless you..."
Bang... there was another gunshot, this time the bullet pierced the archbishop's right lung. He could no longer stand and knelt on the ground, vomiting blood.
When he was dying, the Archbishop's consciousness suddenly drifted. He saw a familiar eye in the corner, that was the little mouse that had been with him for several months.
"You... actually came out of the cell? It's very dangerous here. Please leave quickly..."
Suddenly, the mouse actually spoke, "I can see through people's hearts, and I can even smell danger with my nose...I have seen your murderous hatred for thousands of years..."
As he spoke, the mouse suddenly began to transform. It turned into a ball of light, a ball of warm light!
Archbishop Dawapur smiled, "My Lord, you have indeed not abandoned me... It turns out that you have always been by my side..."
That ball of light made a heart-warming voice, "Actually, I have always been with everyone, but human beings regard me as all kinds of weird things because of their own prejudice and confusion..."
"In prison, your mind has been worried about the killings outside, and you have been affected by dark forces for a long time... so what you see is a mouse, and the mouse is actually your heart..."
"If your heart is sunny, maybe a white dove will accompany you... Who knows, even I don't know what you want me to become..."
"Aren't you omnipotent? Can't you control your own transformation? Then can you end this war?" Dawabur begged.
A voice came out of the light, "My child, it's a pity that I can't... Why? Because war is always a matter for both sides. Party A begs me to win. If I intervene, then it will be cruel to Party B." !”
"But if I don't intervene, then I won't be effective for Party A... The same principle can be given to Party B..."
"That is to say, in the extreme conflicts of mankind, I cannot take sides... because all actions are wrong and will make some people laugh and others cry..."
"And all people, to me, are actually my children, all lost lambs..."
"Is there no other way?" The archbishop was desperate.
"There is no way. It's like two people are grabbing the same business. Both want to make money. Who should I give it to? You hope that I am pure and kind, so how can I satisfy both competitors?"
"Child, you are not born in this world to pursue fairness, justice, wealth, or rights... Even if you are an emperor, your life will only last for seventy or eighty years, as short as the light of a firefly..."
"Human life is just a test. Everyone's test papers are different, and the difficulty level is also different. All the suffering... is just a series of test questions!"
"Oh God! Did I pass the exam? Can you tell me the score..." Dawabur asked.
"There is no judge, even if there is... that judge will not have human emotions... there is no answer to your question..."
"Really want to know? Then I have to ask your heart...Are you at peace with yourself?"
Dawapur smiled. At the last moment of his life, he left this world with a smile. The last words he left to this world were.
"My heart is at peace...no hatred or love..."
Six corpses were lying on the ground, with blood flowing everywhere. The young gunmen gathered together and whispered, "Why did that person seem to be talking to something before he died?"
"Yeah, what a rat and pigeon... and what about exams and the like... Is he crazy?"
"I've never heard of it. The archbishop is still a lunatic? Could it be that... are there ghosts in this prison?"
When there was a ghost in my heart, I felt something external. At that moment, a dark wind blew by, and everyone present had goosebumps.
