C3325 The Archbishop Die (1/2)

This civil war had completely turned the two sides's eyes red. The higher ups of the Paris Commune had decided to kill everyone for their lack of morals in order to take revenge on the government for massacring the civilians.

The Paris Commune didn't want to kill him initially, but wanted to be of personal character instead. After Blanqui was captured, the commune had sent people over to negotiate with him before hoping to exchange for Blanqui back with the Archbishop.

However, Thiers had always refused them. Even when the commune was willing to exchange 75 high-ranked hostages for Blanqui, they had still been rejected by Thiers.

From that moment onwards, the commune knew that Thiers was their life or death enemy, and that the enemy's goal was to destroy the commune physically!

The war had reached a point where there was no retreat. When the left bank of Paris had been completely recaptured by the government forces, and even the right bank was now in ruins, the butcher's knife finally slashed at the hostages.

It had to be said that the power of faith was still strong, even though the people of France had all sorts of rumors and jokes that ridiculed the Church and the priest.

Of course, there were indeed many acts of the clergy that were repulsive, even criminal!

However, to be able to reach the level of Da Wabool and his assistant, their spirit would be purer and their faith more pious!

The six of them lined up in a row. The soldiers wanted to give the black cloth that covered their eyes, but they were rejected by the priests. They didn't have any fear of death, but they had a kind of martyred fanaticism!

They embraced and shook hands, making their last farewells and blessings, as if they had already seen the gates of heaven open and angels blaring their horns, waiting for them to fly up.

Death had actually become a reward to escape suffering!

Raoult Rigo looked at them, ”Do you have anything else to say? Are there any last words? ”

The six of them silently drew a cross in their hearts as they chanted their prayers. No one paid attention to Davabool's clamoring. The flustered and exasperated Da Waber fiercely cursed.

”You still want to put on a show when you're about to die? ”Stop preaching, no one will believe your lies …”

”Archers, get ready …” Rigaud drew his pistol.

A row of gunners raised their rifles and took aim. The archbishop looked at them indifferently and suddenly realized that the people who were executing the gunmen were very young. The ones facing him were probably only around seventeen or eighteen, while the rest were around fifteen or sixteen years old.

”Why? Why would a group of children be allowed to do such a thing? ” The archbishop was getting angry.

Raoult Rigo laughed coldly, ”Haha … Why? I'll tell you why, because all these kids are trying to kill you! ”

”Their loved ones were all killed by Thiers's army. They have a deep grudge against you!”

Darvabel looked at the children with a pained expression. ”God bless you...” ”Lost children, God bless you …”

Blessing from the bottom of his heart did not pacify the wound where the hatred had pierced. The child facing Davabool had pulled the trigger without even waiting for an order.

”Pa …” The sound of the gun rang out and the bullet pierced the archbishop's stomach. He fell to his knees in pain.

Pah pah pah … The other children also pulled the triggers, and the bullets hit the Priests who were praying!

Darvabel put his hand over his wound and struggled to get up again, while the boy busily reloaded.

”With my blood... Clean up the hatred in your heart... I still pray... God bless you... ”

”Pa …” Another gunshot rang out. This time, the bullet had pierced the archbishop's right lung, causing him to be unable to stand up any longer. He was kneeling on the ground, spitting out blood.