C3321 farce court

In an apple orchard outside the northwest wall of Paris, almost two thousand refugees were driven here by the government army. Major Han Si looked at the sky above Paris with a sinister gaze.

He just found out that the Chinese actually sent airships to rescue the refugees in the city forcefully, and did not put the France Government's ban in their eyes at all.

"These Satan devils are too arrogant. Since when did their France become weak enough to look at the faces of Chinese people? "Revenge, I must take revenge, I must take revenge …"

With a punch on the apple tree, a piece of dried up leaves fell down, "Without a thief, you can't attract ghosts!" These thugs must all be spies for the enemy... "Interrogate, interrogate him overnight!"

After all, they were McMahon's army, and killing people outside the battlefield more or less required some sort of procedure. An old man with an aquiline nose, wearing an old suit, had actually gotten a table out of a court right here in the apple ruins.

Han Si's group of soldiers watched over two thousand refugees, the hungry and hungry refugees already had no more strength left. Many people who just arrived collapsed onto the ground, powerless to move.

"Get up, all of you, get up and work …"

"I beg of you, Master …" Please, sir... "Let me catch my breath, give me some saliva to drink …"

"You still want to drink water? I haven't eaten anything for a whole day, and you still want to drink water …" The grumpy soldiers charged up and started beating him.

The refugees wailed as they dodged. The consecutive battles had completely worn down their courage to resist. At this moment, they could only allow themselves to be manipulated by others!

Hundreds of sturdy men were not to be driven out. Each of them picked up a shovel and began to dig a huge pit on the ground.

At the edge of the pit, the hooknosed judge began to interrogate the criminals!

"That one... Just the baldy in the lead … "Let's start with him …"

"No, no, no …" I'm a butcher, and I'm not a bad person... Why are you guys capturing me … I beg you, please let me go! "

The soldier pulled a baldy out of the crowd and kicked him down in front of the judge. The hook-nosed man looked at him and said, "Speak..." Are you a thug from Paris Commune? Have you ever killed anyone? Did you let the fire go? "

"I don't have any …" Please spare my life, master. I'm just a meat seller. I didn't let the fire go … "I really haven't done anything bad …"

"No?" Let me ask you, when was the last time you sold meat? "What kind of meat is being sold …"

"Reporting to my master, it was a week ago … Sold some beef... "

With a "pa" sound, a piece of broken wood he found somewhere became the gavel of the court. His hooked nose tapped on the table, "You're still saying that you aren't a bad person? Paris has been under siege for such a long time, and has already lost food. How could you have meat to sell? "

"Argument, you are an argument... I declare, shot! "

"No …" Don't ah... I admit, I'm not selling beef, I'm selling fried horse meat... "I was afraid of punishment, so I said beef..."

"Don't kill me, don't kill me …"

The judge and the soldiers had no interest in listening to the explanation. They dragged the butcher to the edge of the pit like a dead dog and shot him in the back of the head.

"Pa …" The sound of the gun being fired scared everyone so much that their bodies trembled. The little child immediately cried out, but the adults, afraid of angering these gods of death, firmly held the child's mouth.

Captain Han Si looked at everything in front of him coldly. and thugs can't waste air... "

When the judge heard this, he quickly gave a flattering smile, "Yes, sir..." "You're right …"

"This efficiency is too low, catching ten people at a time in a row …"

What kind of shitty trial was this? It was all a farce. The judge was not a judge, but he had served in the government for his entire life.

Then, Thiers would more or less have an explanation with the council, the international community and history.

Even if these trial documents were crude and scarce, and didn't match the number of people who had disappeared, it didn't matter … Better than nothing.

With this little bit of textual evidence, they would be able to beat the crap out of him, including giving the Historian an explanation.

As one could well imagine, how could such a court be fair and just? It was all a farce!

"What's your name? Wa Erlan... You are the traitor Wa Erlan? What, no? The same name? I don't care if you have a different name... "Gun!"

"Speak …" What's with that callus on your palm? Was it the old callus of holding the gun... "Gun!"

"What is your profession?" A Steel plant Forger? Damn it, this profession was born to be a rebel... "Kill him!"

Rows after rows of citizens were massacred by all sorts of bizarre reasons. No one would be able to obtain any mercy if they begged for mercy. Gradually, the edge of the gigantic pit was filled with corpses.

Those who worked were already scared stiff. All they wanted was to hide their heads and become a turtle, hoping that digging a hole for themselves could be exchanged for a chance to live!

Even if they slaughtered ten people at once, wanting to kill two thousand of them would be a very troublesome task. Gradually, these people lost their patience, and the hawk-nosed man couldn't be bothered to find an excuse.

Pushing up the line of refugees, he only used his eyes to scan the area, "With a ferocious expression, he must be a bad person …" "Gun!"

"These women are so dissolute, they must be the subordinates of that crazy woman Michelle … "Gun!"

Sometimes, the judge didn't even bother to judge and asked the soldier next to him, "Do you think they're thugs?"

"It must be. It can't be anything good at a glance …" "Gun!"

Many times, innocent citizens would be shot and killed by the crowd!

Was there an exception? Of course there was! Some very beautiful women among the refugees, and others who shouted that I was willing to give all my possessions to the Republic, were indeed spared.

The beautiful lady was dragged into the apple tree forest, where she became a toy for the soldiers to relax and have fun. The whole forest was filled with disgusting sounds.

Those who still had a little of their property snuck up to the judge and used the last of it hidden in their boots or sewn into their underwear to bribe him.

Maybe a title deed, maybe a bank deposit slip... There were even people who presented documents on the property rights in the country villas on the spot.

Major Han Si was also stunned, he did not expect that the war would reach such a stage. There was still a batch of middle-class goods that had yet to escape and they were still staying in Paris.

Money and beauties were the only ones who were spared, but unfortunately, not a single person out of a hundred was spared. The remaining people were basically all shot to death.