Axon knelt in his own and kowtowed desperately, he would beg not to kill himself, and then he would beg for some morphine or smoke before killing him. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

But at this moment, even the eyes of the guards were on the execution ground, and no one had time to pay attention to him.

Molière, who was tied up into a kneeling statue, was carried by four big men and moved flat to the mouth of the dug grave, the atmosphere of the scene had exploded, and the air in the lungs of the people had been exhausted.

"Kill! kill him...... Execution!"

Looking up at the sky, looking down at the pocket watch, "It's twelve o'clock in ten minutes, you can be executed, let's do it......"

As soon as the hands of the four big men were released, Molière fell directly from mid-air to the bottom of the pit, only to hear a muffled bang, his left knee hit a piece at any time, and he screamed in pain, as if his kneecap had been broken.

The pit is not big, just to put a kneeling prisoner, Molière's head is more than ten centimeters away from the top of the pit, almost next to the marble slab, and his bones will be trampled by the people in the square for the next hundred and thousands of years.

Struggling to raise his head, Molière greedily looked at the last trace of his life, looking around from the edge of the pit, there were blue skies, white clouds, distant mountains, and the hateful Xiao Letian, and fierce soldiers, several workers were desperately mixing concrete with shovels to prevent condensation, and the cruel eyes of those workers were looking at him a lot, as if looking at cattle and sheep about to be slaughtered.

Xiao Lotian ...... If you were a man, answer me that question...... Let me be a ghost, okay? Give me an answer...... Answer!"

This is the last roar of life, this is the last request of the end, and the miserable cry makes Xiao Letian can't help but be moved.

Walking to the edge of the tomb, Xiao Lotian squatted down and looked at Molière kneeling in the tomb, and whispered, "Time is running out, I can only answer you one question!"

"Why? Why do you dare to kill me, this is different from what I analyzed! Obviously, the comprehensive strength of your Chinese clan is not even one-tenth of that of France, why do you dare to risk an all-out war to kill me?"

"It's unreasonable!

This is Molière's last question, and if he doesn't get the answer, he'll die!

Laughing, Xiao Lotian smiled and showed eight beautiful teeth, snow-white, "Actually, this answer is very simple, it's too simple!"

"Because I had foretold the Franco-Prussian War, and that Prussia would be the victor, and I even saw the fall of Napoleon III, and I saw the Prussian army marching through the streets of Paris......"

"Since Prussia will win, why am I afraid of you? You want to take revenge on me? Think about how to get out of the Prussian army!"

"How is that possible! fake, all fake! Are you delusional?" cried Molière frantically.

"I'll tell you a password! Actually, my real identity is a prophet! I have an eye for historical development! I can know the changes of the future world! Believe it or not......

It's ridiculous, Moli cried, he found out that Xiao Lotian was a demon, and when he was dying, he didn't play himself seriously.

"You're shameless! You're so shameless! Don't you tell the truth to me, a mortal man? You are despicable ......and shameless."

Xiao Lotian shrugged his shoulders and scolded the dying man, he snapped his fingers, and as soon as the agitator who got the signal raised his hand, a shovel of wet concrete was thrown into the pit.

"Hooray!" erupted in a thunderous roar, the scene of the execution was so exhilarating, countless cameras pressed the shutter, and tomorrow it was the headline of the newspapers.

The sticky concrete was poured on Molière's head, wetting all his hair, and he shook his head desperately to shake off the concrete in front of him, but more and more concrete was thrown in, and more and more, and soon his calves were already drowning in it.

At this time, he didn't care about any knightly demeanor, he wailed and begged God to save him, begged Xiao Lotian for forgiveness, and he was even willing to use all the information in his stomach to exchange his own life.

"Don't kill me, please I'm still useful, I'll cooperate with you! I can get Exon to sign a surrender, I have the ability to do this......"

"Please, don't kill me, I don't dare to plot against you anymore, I've been avoiding you Chinese all my life...... Woowoo...... God, help me, I don't want to be buried alive......"

But at this time, Xiao Letian had already eaten the scales, and he had promised to kill in front of 100,000 people, how could he regret it, no matter how big the information was, he couldn't get his life.

"Why did you bother with today? I let you go back then, because it was not yet time for a showdown with France, and I exchanged your life for a few more days of peace...... Do you really think I'm scared of you?"

"It's just right to kill you now, just to provoke Napoleon III, and at the same time to make Bismarck more convinced of our alliance...... It's better to drive Napoleon III into hysteria, because the slightest mistake in the war will be doomed!"

"Hahaha......" Xiao Letian watched his old enemy struggling in the mud puddle, looking at the frightened eyes of Western spectators, not to mention how comfortable he was.

"Tremble, remember from today...... The Chinese are a nation with clear grievances, and we don't repay some of our hatreds, but we just want to charge more interest!"

Suddenly, just when Xiao Lotian was complacent, an incredible thing happened, Molière, who was kneeling in the concrete, didn't know how to do it, and suddenly jumped up with all his strength.

It was not very high, only more than ten centimeters, he actually opened his mouth and bit Xiao Letian's trouser legs, and dragged it down fiercely, and the pair of resentful eyes in the concrete mud were talking.

"Let's die together, let's go to hell together, let's die together......"

No one could have imagined how Molière, whose hands and feet were tied, could jump ten centimeters, which was simply an incredible supernatural event that violated human physiology.

But he happened in front of people, and this scene made many people unbelievable at the time, and later it became a widely circulated supernatural story.

Molière, who was covered in concrete, bit Xiao Letian's trouser legs, and then dragged them down desperately, and at that moment there seemed to be countless ghost hands in the mud helping Molière.

Xiao Letian's face also turned white, he obviously saw that this was an ordinary tomb, but at that moment it became the entrance to hell, the river of flames full of sulfur smell was burning, and thousands of soldiers in French military uniforms on the banks of the river were roaring at him.

Many evil ghosts have stretched out their hands to support Molière to attack Xiao Lotian, Molière bites Xiao Lotian, and the evil ghosts are desperately dragging down.

Xiao Lotian felt a tremendous force, a force that was going to pull him to hell.

"You Chinese have hundreds of millions of heroic souls, and we in France also have indomitable warrior souls! You have your national fortune, and we also have our national destiny!"

"Molière is our hero! There is no end to this war! Even in hell, we will attack you!"