Molière's mind went blank, and he couldn't resist and had to let the intelligence officer tie his hands behind his back, and then his legs were tied together, leaving only a short rope link. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Such a short rope only allowed him to stride forward like a woman, and he could not stride at all, and a slightly larger step would lead to the other leg and finally fall to the ground.

Without a hint of politeness, the intelligence officer picked his hair and lifted him up from the ground, "Honestly, this is not your Paris, you are not going to the ball, no one is used to your stink......y problem!

But how could this kind of binding go fast, and after three steps he fell to the ground again, and then he was dragged up, and again and again his self-esteem was completely trampled into the dirt.

Leaving his cell, Molière could feel the solemn momentum of the memorial assembly, the sun that was close to noon stung his eyes, and the cries and shouts of the mountains and tsunamis rushed to his face like the tide of the full moon.

Dizzy, completely dizzy, Molière stood at the entrance of the square, looking at the square of marble blocks, his mind was dizzy.

The voice was like waves, the flags were like clouds, the pungent scent of sandalwood rushed straight to his head, and the dense spirit cards stared at him like an unjust soul opening his eyes.

What's even more terrifying is that I don't know why a piece of marble has been pried up in the middle of the huge square, a deep pit has been dug, and there are many workers not far away who are manipulating this.

An ominous feeling enveloped his body, and Molière's hairs stood on end, "What is this...... You...... What are you going to do?"

"Hurry up, I don't have the qualifications for you to ask questions, hurry up and ......" With a hard push, Molière fell more than three meters away, and fell right through the entrance into the square.

The surrounding noise suddenly quieted down, and the sudden appearance of Molière attracted everyone's attention, and the French counselor on the viewing platform was suddenly shocked: "What are you going to do? That's the aristocracy of our country, what do you want to do......"

However, the viewing platform was still some distance from the scene, and his roar was soon drowned out in the mountain wind.

At this time, all the tablets of the heroic spirits have been entered into the Temple of War, and the public sacrifice meeting has come to an end, Xiao Letian is sitting on the right seat and looking at Molière with an expressionless face.

As after his death, the soldiers dragged Molière to the center of the square, and the first high priest of the Temple of War raised his hand to signal the silence of the people, and the scene was even more desolate.

"Passing on the Prime Minister's Order...... In order to pay tribute to the heroic souls who died in battle, and to exceed, a public trial will be held immediately after the public memorial meeting! A public trial will be given to those war criminals who have committed the most heinous crimes!"

"Avenge the dead soldiers and civilians!"

One sentence ignited the anger of the audience, "Avenge the dead soldiers, avenge, avenge ......" The shouts of 100,000 people shook the earth, and Molière finally understood what Xiao Lotian was going to do.

"You're going to kill me? How dare you? How dare you ......"

His roar was so weak that no one could hear him even if he screamed in the midst of a hundred thousand people.

Xiao Letian sat on the chair and looked at him lightly, raised his finger slightly, and motioned for the priest to continue reading. Maybe the main priests of the Temple of the God of War have all passed the vocal music test, and they are full of energy, and they rely on the amplification of the iron horn to make the people around the square hear clearly.

And more people gathered on the mountain road can also know what is happening on the mountain through word of mouth, and the people's emotions suddenly boiled for a while.

“...... Molière, a knight of the French court and an envoy of the French Expeditionary Force, directly commanded the French fleet's invasion of the Ryukyus......"

“...... During the war, he landed in Naha by deception, led his soldiers to kill and plunder, and caused countless losses of life and property to soldiers and civilians......"

“...... In the Tanggu Special Economic Zone, innocent people were bombarded, resulting in the tragic deaths of thousands of people......

“...... After the war, the two countries negotiated, and in line with the good will of long-term peace and development, we released the war criminal Molière and returned to China, but the war maniac who exterminated humanity will never stop the butcher's knife in his hand......"

“...... In this Far Eastern campaign, Molière was the real mastermind behind the tragedy of Belail, and the order to slaughter the city and burn the granaries was given to him......"

Evidence of human and physical evidence was brought out one after another, the crime of massacring civilians was shouted out, and the atmosphere of military and civilian rage became hotter and hotter.

"Kill him...... Kill this warmonger!

The French counselor on the viewing platform was already crazy, and he jumped up and down in anger: "Declare war! Xiao Letian, you are declaring war on France! Envoys of various countries, look at what a domineering warlord!"

"How dare he judge the noble French nobles! The untouchables dare to do something to the nobles of Europa! Do you think so......

The diplomats of the surrounding countries looked at the counselor with strange expressions, but no one came to wade into the muddy waters, and the roar of the French counselor had been completely suppressed by the roar of 100,000 people, and no one would take a second look.

In the end, two Chinese soldiers, one on the left and one on the right, actually 'protected' him, and the angry Frenchman almost died of a cerebral hemorrhage.

Where is this public trial, this is the direct announcement of the death sentence, when the long verdict was read, Xiao Lotian slowly got up and looked at the sun above his head, and suddenly said faintly, "It's already three o'clock in the afternoon......

Everyone knew that the time had come for the final killing, and everyone waited with bated breath for the Prime Minister's order, while Molière muttered like mud, "You won't kill me......!" How can you go to war with France?

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, this doesn't make sense!"

Behind that cell, Exxon was already peeing his pants in fright, tears and snot flowing, his hands grasping the window lattice and nagging like a madman, "Molière won't die...... It's just not going to die!"

Xiao Letian looked around the people, and the sound immediately subsided wherever his eyes went, and the scene was silent, until finally his eyes finally condensed on Molière's body.

"The final moment has finally arrived, isn't it......"

Molière looked up suddenly: "Are you a madman? Only a madman would be stupid enough to go to war with the mighty France!

Xiao Lotian smiled slightly, he was no longer willing to talk nonsense, "Compared to perdition, I care more about living with dignity, which is more important than anything else!"

Suddenly raising his right arm, Xiao Lotian announced loudly to the people, "I announce!" Molière...... Guilty of ...... Crimes against humanity!"

There was an uproar at the scene, no one had heard of such a crime, and the envoys who took down the West stood up in shock, thinking that Xiao Lotian would kill people on the charge of war criminals, but they didn't think that in the end, there was a crime against humanity.

"What a sinister Xiao Lotian! He didn't kill Molière on behalf of the Chinese, he wanted to kill Molière on behalf of mankind! He put Molière on the opposite side of all mankind!"

"He's trying to gag the French!"