C1763 Pouring! (1/2)
Akson kneeled in his shit and kowtowed to him. He prayed that he wouldn't kill and begged for morphine or cigarettes to be given to him before killing him.
However, right now, even the eyes of the guards were focused on the execution grounds, and no one had the time to pay any attention to him.
Molière who was tied up like a kneeling statue was lifted up by the four big sized men and moved straight to the grave that was dug out.
”Kill!” Kill him... ”Execute the punishment!”
Raising his head to look at the sky, he lowered his head to look at his pocket watch. ”It's still 10 minutes to 12. I can execute him. Let's do it …”
The four big sized men loosened their grip, causing Molière to fall from the air straight to the bottom of the pit. With a dull thumping sound, his left knee collided with a piece of rock, and he cried out in pain, as if his kneecaps had shattered.
The hole was not big, just enough to fit a kneeling prisoner. Molière's head was just over 10 cm away from the top of the pit, almost touching the marble slab. In the next hundred to thousand years, his corpse would be trampled on by tens of thousands of people on the plaza.
Struggling to raise his head, Molière looked at the last bit of scenery in his life greedily. Looking around from the edge of the pit, there were blue skies, white clouds, distant mountains, hateful Xiao Letian, and valiant soldiers. A few workers were desperately using shovels to stir up concrete to prevent themselves from clotting.
”Xiao Letian... If you were a man, you'd answer my question... Let me be the one who understands, okay? Give me an answer... ”The answer!”
This was the last scream of his life and his last plea before his death. His miserable screams also couldn't help but be moved by Xiao Letian's emotions.
Walking to the edge of the grave, Xiao Letian squatted down and said to Molière who was kneeling on the ground, ”There's not much time left, I can only answer one question!”
”Why? Why do you dare to kill me? This is completely different from what I analyzed! It is obvious that your overall strength is not even 10% of the France's, why would you dare to take the risk of a full-scale war to kill me? ”
”This doesn't make sense! It really doesn't make sense! ”
This was Molière's last question. If he did not get an answer, he would die with grievance!
Smiling, Xiao Letian laughed until he revealed eight beautiful teeth, and said with a snow white face, ”Actually, this answer is very simple, really too simple!”
”Because I predicted that the Franco-Prussian War would break out, and the final victor would be Prussia. I even saw Napoleon III stepping down, and I also saw Prussia's army marching on the streets of Paris …”
”If Prussia is going to win, why should I be afraid of you? You want to take revenge on me? First, think of a way to turn the tide under the rule of the Prussian Army! ”
”How is this possible!?” Fake, they were all fake! Are you delusional? ” Molière shouted crazily.
”Let me tell you a password! Actually, my real identity is a prophet! I have a divine eye for historical developments! I can see how the world will change in the future! ”Do you believe me …”
Molière cried. He realized that Xiao Letian was a demon, even before he died, he was still playing with.
”You're shameless! You're too shameless! You're not telling the truth when you face me, a man who is doomed to die? ”You are despicable and shameless …”
Xiao Letian shrugged his shoulders, not caring about the dying man's angry curses, he snapped his fingers, signaled the mixing workers to raise their hands, and threw the wet concrete with their shovels into the hole.