Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

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.

"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! "