C1763 Pouring! (2/2)

”Long live!” A thunderous roar erupted at the scene. The execution was too exciting as countless cameras were pressing the shutter button. Tomorrow would be the headline of the newspaper.

The sticky concrete was poured onto Molière's head and it was so wet that it completely covered his hair. He shook his head with all his might to shake off the concrete in front of him, but the concrete that was thrown in was getting more and more, more and more.

At this time, he no longer cared about being a Knight. He wailed and begged God to save him, begging Xiao Letian's forgiveness. He was even willing to use all the information in his stomach to exchange for a way out for himself.

”Don't kill me, I beg you … I still have a use for you, I will cooperate with you!” I was able to get Akson to sign the surrender letter, I have that capability … ”

”I beg of you, don't kill me. I won't dare to plot against you anymore. I will hide from the Chinese for the rest of my life …” Wu wu wu … God help me, I don't want to be buried alive... ”

However, Xiao Letian had already been weighed down and made up his mind. A hundred thousand people had already promised to kill them, how could he go back on his words?

”If I knew earlier, why did I have to do it this way? Back then, I let you go because it wasn't time to reveal your cards to France yet, and using your life in exchange for a few more days of peace … Do you really think I'm afraid of you? ”

”Killing you now is just the right time to anger Napoleon III, and at the same time, will allow Bismark to trust in our alliance even more … It would be best if they could force Napoleon III to the point of being hysterical.

”Hahaha …” Xiao Letian saw his arch-enemy struggling in the mud pit, and looked at the terrified eyes of the Western spectator, feeling extremely comfortable.

”Tremble. From today onwards, remember this …” The Chinese are a well-defined race. There are some grudges that we cannot take revenge on, but we just want to collect more interest! ”

Suddenly! Just as Xiao Letian was feeling satisfied, something unbelievable happened. Molière who was kneeling in the middle of the concrete suddenly jumped with all his might.

It was not very tall, only about 10 cm. He actually bit the bottom of Xiao Letian's pants, and took the chance to pull downwards fiercely.

”Let's die together!” Let's go to hell together! ”Let's perish together …”

No one could imagine how Molière, whose hands and feet were tied up, could jump ten centimeters.

However, just like that, he had appeared in front of everyone. At that time, this scene was inconceivable for many people.

Molière who was covered in concrete had one bite at the bottom of his pants, and then desperately dragged his pants down. At that moment, it was as if there were countless ghostly hands helping Molière inside the mud.

Xiao Letian's face also turned pale white. He could clearly see that this was an ordinary tomb, but at that moment, it became the entrance to hell. The sulphurous smell of the burning river of flames, and the tens of thousands of soldiers in French military uniforms beside the river were roaring at him.

Many evil spirits had already reached out their hands to support Molière as they attacked Xiao Letian. Molière bit Xiao Letian while the evil spirits desperately pulled him down.

Xiao Letian felt a huge force pulling him towards hell.

”You Chinese have billions of heroic souls, and our France also has unyielding warriors' souls! You have your national destiny, and we also have our national destiny! ”

”Molière is our hero! There was no end to this war! Even in the Infernal Realm, we will still attack you! ”