C1756 Aristocratic Tradition

There were many ways to respond. For example, if Molière led his troops to immediately eliminate Xiao Letian, then stepped on his corpse and acted arrogantly, this kind of revenge and response was the only way to feel satisfied.

Or perhaps it could be said that by assisting Sha Ao and bringing along the France's intelligence network to uncover and destroy all of Xiao Letian's secrets, they would be able to see how the Chinese would disintegrate or collapse in the end. At that time, Xiao Letian would definitely look very miserable, and it could even be considered a form of passable revenge.

Unfortunately, Xiao Letian's luck was just too strong. Since both of his fantasies did not happen, he might as well take another step back … I, your father, am in Xiao Letian's cell, swearing at you and insulting you, but you can't do anything about me after that!

Hahaha … So cool! I like this kind of scolding you, but you still take me for nothing. If you have the guts, bite me! Do you dare to kill me?

was just like a mad dog. He had already fallen into a world of his own fantasies and was unable to extricate himself, the so-called spiritual victory method was more or less like this.

Xiao Letian looked at him pitifully. At this point of time, he no longer had the mood to waste words with him, he could only sigh and shake his head before continuing to walk outside.

Molière, who did not meet his expectations, felt extremely unhappy. According to the script in his mind, Xiao Letian should be angry, helpless, and blushing, but there was nothing he could do right now. How could he just turn around and leave without saying a word?

"Stop! Xiao Letian, stop right there... Why aren't you talking! Are you right? Hahaha … Am I right about the dark side of your heart? "You are such a hypocrite. All the bravery on the surface can't cover up the fact that you're a coward …"

"Coward …" Molière who was like a mad dog pounced forward, and two Prime Minister Guards rushed out from the shadows, blocking him on his left and right.

"Be more honest!" "If you move again, don't blame us for being impolite …"

"Answer me! Xiao Letian, why don't you dare answer me, you coward … Are you a coward? Are you going to kiss up to the British? Are you really a political thief? a demure hypocrite who took advantage of the fact that no one is looking for him! "

"Fuck you!" One of the Prime Minister's Guards on the left was truly infuriated by the strange Chinese language that did not carry four sounds, he used his iron fists to smash Molière's appetite, it was so painful that he bent his waist like a cooked prawn, his mouth spitting acid.

Xiao Letian looked at him in pity and shook his head. Molière was no longer a human, he was completely broken down, half of his face was disfigured, his mouth was spitting out mucus and acid, his eyes released a foolish light. Hatred had captivated his heart, and he was already crippled.

"Don't hit him, don't scold him either. Let him eat and drink well during this period of time, make room for him in the villa at the peak of the mountain …" Do you have any more women from Europe? "Send two to him …"

"Look at this pitiful appearance!" Want an answer? "I'll give it to you in two days …"

Xiao Letian had left, leaving the mad dog Molière behind. It was a pity that this talk had not produced any results, and that it had wasted a lot of time, only proving that Molière was hopeless.

After returning to the Great Prime Minister's Manor, Xiao Letian realised that Wang Huaiyuan had also rushed back from the Far East. At that moment, the three heavenly kings Luo Huo, Wang Huaiyuan and Sima Yun were all gathered together.

When he entered the study room, Sima Yun was holding onto a piece of chicken leg as he nibbled on it. Luo Huo was currently dissecting a crab, which had been arrogantly displaying its might all this time, but Wang Huaiyuan was eating very lightly, and was sipping the porridge in his mouth.

"Look at the mess in this house. "When I get back, I'll have to give the orders to the big kitchen. Don't worry about everyone and just come to my place to eat. Without my order, I won't fire at anyone!" Xiao Letian threw her army hat on the table and poured herself a glass of cold beer.

Sima Yun laughed as he touched the oil on his hand, "Seems like the Prime Minister has suffered a bit from this? It's all over us... "If the main kitchen doesn't give us food, then we'll go to the small kitchen in the inner chamber. If it doesn't, then we'll look for the madams to ask for food and see if I can get hungry when the time comes …"

"You're shameless …" Xiao Letian fiercely bit off a mouthful of the lobster. It's still not because of Molière, forget it, no need to get angry … "

Xiao Letian was unwilling to say it, but Guard Captain could not take this lying down. He stood in front of the few big shots and repeated what Molière had said, until Luo Huo slammed the table and wanted to kill him.

Wang Huaiyuan finished the last bit of the congee, and smiled in satisfaction, "My family's food is still the best, there's no taste in the Haishenwai at all … The prime minister has thought it through? Do we have to make a move now? "

Xiao Letian looked out of the window and thought, "I have to repeat myself, I can't repeat myself again and again! It doesn't matter if Molière insults me, but he's already gone mad. His desire for revenge against the Hua Clan is too strong, he needs to be killed! "

Luo Huo was immediately excited when he heard it. "We should have long since killed them. I have to do it myself …"

Sima Yun's face slowly became serious, "Prime Minister... Killing prisoners is a big deal! On the battlefield, you did not kill him with your hands, but instead killed him as a captive. This will cause a diplomatic dispute, do you really want to have death enmity with France? After all, he is one of Napoleon's trusted aides! "

"As the saying goes, fighting dogs requires the owner. Killing eleven million soldiers on the battlefield is called war! "After the war, if you kill a noble official, you will become enemies with the nobility in Paris!"

What Sima Yun said was not wrong. At this time, most of the countries in Europe were monarchical, and the concept of social class was very strong.

War meant death, and the number of civilians dying meant nothing to the monarchs of the countries. After the war, there was no need to worry about the friendship between the high ranking officials of the two countries.

However, if there was a war with a large number of dead nobles, then the situation would go awry and both sides would enter a period of hatred.

Even in the days when musket s were lining up to be shot, the army had a rule that guns were not allowed to be aimed at noble officers, and they were not allowed to shoot coldly at nobles.

When Washington commanded the War of Independence and the British War, British soldiers had already aimed their weapons at the founding president from behind, and they were close enough to kill him.

But it was this tradition of not shooting nobles, or even shooting them in the face, that saved Washington's life. In the end, the British soldier chose to follow the tradition without firing a shot.

If killing a noble on the battlefield was so difficult, then what about killing a nobleman as a captive after the war? This kind of action was bound to anger Napoleon III and the entire noble class in France.

"The risk is too big! "It's really too big …" Wang Huaiyuan said coldly.