"I give you a deadline to find the murderer before four o'clock in the afternoon, otherwise, you know the consequences!"
In the mayor's house, Lieutenant Colonel Paul of the West French Army roared at the mayor Bangila.
He was a short, slightly stout, middle-aged man in his forties with a mustache, who was the traitor in Hart's mouth.
The man who opened the defense line of the Sassili Fjord and let in the West French army.
Banjira's face was also a little ugly, "I told you, either you send more people here, or you don't mess around. The Sashili people are very united."
Paul turned his head, his eyes bursting with a biting light, "Are you threatening me?"
His expression is very ferocious, and combined with his ferocious scar, it is very intimidating.
Bangila subconsciously took a step back and swallowed lightly.
Paul took a deep breath, and then asked in a hoarse voice, "You Sacilians are very united, right?"
Bangila nodded subconsciously, but then he had an unknown premonition, "What do you want to do?"
"You have done nothing, let you Sacilians pay the due price for this!" Paul said calmly.
"No, do you know the consequences of doing this?" Bangila said excitedly.
"If you dare to kill our people now, you will kill me later!" Paul roared angrily.
After saying that, he slammed the door and walked out. The door was already filled with soldiers with guns and ammunition, waiting for his order in a military queue.
He glanced coldly at everyone present.
"It's time for the Sashili people to know who this land now belongs to!"
"Connor!"
One of them stamped his foot heavily and shouted, "Sir!"
"Go grab eight people from the street and bring them to the square, and notify everyone in this town to be there!"
"yes!"
Following his order, everyone immediately began to mobilize and ran out of the courtyard of the mayor's mansion in unison.
They began to carry out Paul's orders.
Soon, at four o'clock that afternoon, they randomly grabbed eight people from the Sahelians and brought them to the square.
They tied the people's hands and feet and made them kneel on the ground. Behind them, several soldiers were pointing guns at their heads, looking like they were going to execute them in public.
There was a group of people around, and these soldiers went from door to door to notify them to gather in the square. Although not all the people in the town came, there were still thousands of people, and the crowds were densely packed, making it very oppressive.
The soldiers of West France formed a circle and surrounded the execution place.
Paul stood in front of these eight people, glanced at everyone present, and spoke slowly.
"It's a pity to meet you in this way.
We West Frenchmen come here with good intentions.
Originally, we planned to peacefully rescue you from the corrupt government of Britannia and bring you under the civilized rule of West France.
We also have many Gallic Celts in West France, and you can definitely integrate into us.
But obviously, some of you have not given us the goodwill we deserve.
I was shocked and saddened by what happened yesterday morning.
You mistook our kindness for cowardice! "
Paul's eyes were burning with anger as he continued loudly.
"I know that the murderer must be among you.
I don't know who you are, but I can give you a chance.
As long as you can stand up and admit what you have done.
I can let these eight people go.
And if you don't stand up."
Paul's expression gradually became ferocious.
“Then these eight people must die!
Now, I will count dozens. After counting, you will know the consequences! "
"ten!
Nine!
eight!
seven!
six! "
Before counting to five, three sturdy old men in their fifties came out of the crowd and looked at Paul with their heads held high.
"Very good." Paul nodded, "I admire your courage."
He waved to the soldiers on one side.
The soldiers loosened the eight men and let them go. Then they tied up the three strong old men and tried to make them kneel on the ground, but they were unwilling to kneel down until they hit them hard with the butts of their guns. on their knees.
Paul walked forward, glanced at the three people, and said regretfully.
“You didn’t have to die, but your stupidity got you killed.
It also betrays our kindness. "
"I bother!"
One of the old men spat and looked at him with fierce eyes.
“What you call kindness is to take away the cattle we depend on for survival, seize our land, invade our women, and kill our brothers!?
What you call kindness is nothing but fear of us Sahelians!
Afraid that we would unite and riot.
When your successors arrive, you will only become more unscrupulous! "
He looked at the people around him and roared.
“O Sahelians!
Straighten your back!
Never trust the kindness of a robber! "
"Peng!"
"Peng!"
"Peng!"
With the sound of three gunshots, the three people fell directly to the ground. The blood of the soldiers who died before had not dried yet, leaving new blood stains.
Looking at the three corpses, Paul let out a breath, and shouted loudly to the people around him with a ferocious expression.
“In the future, if something similar happens again.
They are your fate! "
After speaking, he glanced at everyone present with arrogant eyes.
However, the fearful look he expected was not revealed in these people's eyes.
There was silence throughout the venue.
They said nothing, and the upper half of their faces were shrouded in shadow, but their eyes were always focused on Paul.
Quiet and peaceful.
There is no anger and no fear.
Like, looking at a dead person.
"How could Hart be so reckless?"
In the crowd, Alicia, who was wearing a cloak, looked at the bodies on the ground, frowned and asked Xia beside her.
"Maybe, time is not with them." Xia Ya whispered in a low voice, "The next batch of troops from West France is coming soon."
"Then he can't solve the problem at all by exchanging human lives for human lives."
"No." He looked around, with a glint in his eyes, "Maybe it will be useful."
Alicia also looked around, feeling the suppressed anger in the crowd and the gradually frightened look in the officer's eyes.
She seemed to realize something and looked at Xia Ya.
"They are using blood and sacrifice to awaken their compatriots." Xia Ya said, "Deliberately provoking the soldiers of West France to let the Sahelians see their true colors and abandon their illusions."
Paul came to his senses and shouted angrily to the soldier beside him.
"Hang the bodies of these three people in this square, and no one is allowed to collect them for them!
I want everyone to see the consequences of provoking our Western French Empire soldiers! "
"yes!"
Alicia could clearly feel that the atmosphere around her became heavier with these words. Everyone stood there without any intention of leaving.
The Celtics are also very particular about retiring in their graves, and Paul's behavior undoubtedly touched their bottom line.
"They are still provoking the Sahilians." Xia Ya watched all this with interest.
"What happened today can teach Arthur a lesson."
Alicia looked at him doubtfully.
"When you arrive in a new place, the most important thing is to understand the local culture." Xia Ya said calmly, "European wars continue year after year. The land is occupied by one noble this year, and it can be replaced by another force next year. rule.
Religious status also needs to be higher, and servility is deep.
Moreover, Europeans are all connected by blood, and there are no racial conflicts.
The West French people would deal with the Sassilian people the same way they dealt with these Europeans. It was obviously stupid to think that the Sassilian could be suppressed by using force. "
Xia turned her head and said, "Just watch, Alicia, Sasili will become very interesting next time."
Looking at Xia who was gradually leaving the crowd, Alicia did not follow immediately. Instead, she turned her head and glanced at the three people who were hung up, frowning slightly.
"Those who sacrificed their lives to protect their relatives, friends and land are still heroes even if they go to the underworld." Xia Ya's voice came from one side.
"Death is not the end. They will live a happier life than before, and their names will remain in this land forever."
After learning about the existence of Hades, his view of life and death also changed.
Alicia did not answer, but turned her head and followed Char.
Paul was obviously stunned by the stares of these people, and he yelled angrily at the people around him.
"Disband!
What are you still gathering here for?
Want to riot? ? "
As he spoke, he took the flintlock rifle of a soldier on one side and fired several shots into the sky.
Then people slowly dispersed around
But what Paul didn't know was that everything had just begun.
The next few days were just as Xia Ya thought.
What the lieutenant colonel did not only failed to extinguish the flame of rebellion, but completely ignited the anger of the Sahilians.
West French soldiers began to die tragically in this town in various ways.
Went to a pub to drink and were collectively poisoned.
He went to the toilet and drowned in the latrine.
Those who were left alone could see their bodies the next morning.
Especially those soldiers who have committed atrocities will die faster.
Their methods are very clean and concealed, and cannot be searched through normal means.
Because people throughout Sashili are covering up and hiding each other.
Paul began to try the previous method, using murder to force the murderer to appear, but in the end his people would only die more.
He became afraid and stopped irritating Tashili in this way.
He instituted a curfew and sent troops on patrols in an attempt to forcibly suppress the resistance.
But later on, even if the West French people were no longer alone, they would still encounter more Sassilian troops suddenly appearing in the dark to fight with them.
Before the large army arrived, these Sashili people would immediately disperse and escape quickly by relying on the terrain of the town that was more familiar to them than them, hiding among the civilians.
In other words, there are no civilians left in this town.
The whole town is against them.
And every time they commit a crime, they will leave a mark of a black hand or a crossed skull on the crime scene.
Therefore, these people are also called by the Western French soldiers and Sassilian people.
mafia.
(End of chapter)
