C1761 Public trial of Molière

Molière's mind was a complete blank. He could not resist letting intelligence officer tie his hands behind his back, and then, also tie his legs together, leaving behind a very short rope link.

Such a short rope could only allow him to move forward in small steps like a woman. He could not even stride, and just taking a small step forward would cause his other leg to fall to the ground.

intelligence officer, who didn't have a trace of politeness in his heart, picked him up from the ground with his hair and said, "Be more honest, this is not Paris, and you aren't going to the ball. No one is used to your stinking habits! "Let's go …"

However, how could this kind of binding method be done so quickly? After three steps, he fell to the ground and was then dragged up again. Time and time again, his pride was completely stomped into the mud.

After leaving the prison, Molière could even more clearly feel the eerie atmosphere of the Assembly of Patriarchs. The sunlight that was close to noon stung his eyes, and the cries and shouts of the tsunami waves gushed towards him like the tide of a full moon.

stood at the entrance of the plaza and looked at the marbled plaza as he felt dizzy.

His voice was like the waves, and the flags were like clouds. The pungent smell of sandalwood assaulted his nose, and the numerous spirit tablets stared at him as if he were an aggrieved spirit.

What was even more horrifying was that not far away from them, there were many workers manipulating a huge piece of marble in the middle of the square.

An ominous feeling enveloped his entire body, and all of the hairs on Molière's body stood up. You... What are you guys doing? "

"Hurry up!" "If you don't have the right to ask, hurry up …" With a violent push, Molière fell more than three meters away, coincidentally falling into the plaza from the entrance.

Suddenly, Molière who appeared out of nowhere attracted everyone's attention, and the French Counsellor on the viewing platform instantly turned pale with fright. "What are you guys doing? "Those are the nobles of our country, what do you want to do …"

However, the viewing platform was still some distance away from the scene. His roar was quickly drowned out by the mountain wind.

At this point in time, all of the Heroic Spirits had already entered the Temple of War and the Assembly of Priests had already reached its conclusion. Xiao Letian sat upright in his seat of honor and looked at Molière with an expressionless face.

Just like after he was dragged to his death, the soldier dragged Molière to the center of the plaza. The First High Priest of Temple of War raised her hand to signal for everyone to quiet down, and the scene became even more brutal.

"The Prime Minister's Order... In memory of the Heroic Spirits who died in battle, in memory of those who died in vain, the Public Sacrifice Assembly shall be held immediately after the public trial! For those war criminals who have committed heinous crimes, we shall give them a public trial! "

"Revenge for the fallen civilians and soldiers!"

A single sentence ignited the anger in the entire battlefield. "Revenge for the fallen soldiers!" Revenge! "Revenge …" The shouts of the hundred thousand people were earth-shattering, but Molière finally understood what Xiao Letian was trying to do.

"You want to kill me? How dare you? "How dare you …"

His voice was weak. In the voices of a hundred thousand people, no one would be able to hear him even if he screamed his throat out.

Xiao Letian sat on the chair and looked at him indifferently, he gently raised his finger, indicating for the main priest to continue reading. Maybe the Temple of War's Priests had already tested for music, all of them were filled with energy, relying on the iron horn's loudspeakers, they could actually make it so that everyone around the plaza could hear them clearly.

The people gathered on the mountain path could tell what was happening on the mountain through word of mouth and ears. At that moment, the mood of the people immediately boiled over.

"..." Molière, as the France's Royal Knight and the French Emperor's envoy, directly commanded the war to invade the Ryukyu … "

"..." In the war, he used deceptive means to land on Na Ba, and led the soldiers to kill and plunder less, causing countless losses to the lives and property of the civilians and soldiers … "

"..." In the Tanggu District, you even bombarded the innocent people, causing the tragic death of thousands of people.

"..." After the war, the two nations negotiated and with the good will for long-term peaceful development, we released the war criminal Molière. However, the inhumane war maniac would never stop the butcher knife in his hand … "

"..." In this war in the Far East, Molière was the true mastermind behind the Belait's tragic case. The order to slaughter the city and burn the granary was given to him by him … "

Witnesses and material evidence were being brought out one after another, and the crime of massacring civilians was being shouted out. The violent atmosphere between the military and the civilian population was getting hotter and hotter.

"Kill him …" Kill this warmonger! "Revenge!"

The French attaché on the grandstand has gone crazy, jumping up and down in a rage, "Declaration of war! Xiao Letian, you are declaring war on the France! Ambassadors from various countries, look at how despotic this warlord is! "

"He actually dares to open a public trial against a noble member of the France! The commoners actually dared to attack the nobles of Europa! "Don't tell me you're just looking at it this way …"

The foreign diplomats all looked at the Counsellor with strange expressions. However, no one came forward to wade through the mud. The French Counsellor's roar was completely suppressed by the hundred thousand people shouting at him, and no one bothered to look at him.

However, in the end, two Chinese soldier s came from the left and right and 'protected' him.

How was this a public trial? This was a sentence of death, and when the long judgement was over, Xiao Letian slowly stood up and looked at the blazing sun above him.

Everyone knew that the time to kill had come. Everyone waited with bated breath for the Prime Minister's order, while Molière muttered to himself like mud, "You won't kill me! You will never... How could you start an all-out war with the France? Your strength isn't your opponent at all! "

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

At the back of the cell, Akson was already scared to the point of peeing his pants. His tears and snot flowed down as he grabbed onto the window sill crazily, nagging, "I won't die, Molière won't die …." It just won't die! "

Xiao Letian looked around at the thousands of people, and wherever he looked, the voices immediately calmed down, and the entire place became silent, until finally his gaze landed on Molière.

"The final moment is finally here, isn't it …"

Molière suddenly raised his head and asked, "Are you crazy? Only a madman would be stupid enough to fight the powerful France! You are bringing the entire Chinese to the brink of destruction! "

Xiao Letian smiled slightly, he was no longer willing to waste any more words, "Compared to death, I'm more concerned about living with dignity, this is more important than anything else!"

All of a sudden, he raised his right arm Xiao Letian and shouted towards the masses, "I declare! Molière... On... The crime of being anti-human! "

The entire scene was in an uproar, no one had heard of such a crime, and the envoys who took down the west all stood up in shock. They thought that Xiao Letian would kill people on the count of being a war criminal, but who would have thought that he would commit such a crime in the end?

"What a sinister Xiao Letian! He was not representing the Chinese to kill Molière, he was representing the humans to kill Molière! He has placed Molière on the opposite side of the entire human race! "

"He's going to gag the French!"