Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Pantheon, France's Pantheon of Myriad Gods!

Today, this place had become a battlefield for massacres!

Third Division of Algeria slashed her blade towards the captives on the battlefield. The indignant teacher looked at the long list of casualties, and became so angry that he lost all sense of reason.

"Kill!" Kill All... Not a single one will remain! "

The pure white marble steps had already become a guillotine. Commune member, who were lined up in rows after rows of prisoners, was tied up and pushed to the bottom of the steps.

The executioner kicked the back of the knee, and all ten of them kneeled down onto the ground in a row!

"What is it? What do you guys want to do?! " The terrified captive desperately shouted.

"You want to kill the innocent without a trial! "Executioners, you are all executioners …"

"Pah …" I am the executioner, I have avenged my brothers! "Cut …" With the order given, ten workers from the Foreign Legion holding wooden axes fell with their axes raised. A streak of cold light shot out and caused ten heads to roll onto the ground.

The prisoners of war around him cried out in terror, "God!" You can't kill innocent people! Even if he is guilty, he should be tried by the court! "

"Go to your fucking court. Did you ever think about court when you rebelled? "Cut again!"

The headless body was dragged to one side and thrown onto the empty carriage. Its head was kicked all over the place like a ball. Finally, it was gathered in another corner.

"Next row..."

The army charged into the group of prisoners like wolves and tigers, as if they were looking for chickens and ducks to be slaughtered. Amidst frightened cries for mercy, they randomly pulled out ten unlucky fellows.

"NO!" Leave Otto alone... "He's only seventeen, let him go …"

"Spare me, please spare me …" "I still have four children at home, the youngest is only three years old, let me go …"

The master of the Third Division sneered at the prisoners who were begging for mercy. "Let you go? Who let go of my brother? Who was going to pay for their lives? "Kill them for me …"

Another row of prisoners was kicked in front of the steps, kneeling on them, their heads on the fourth or fifth step, their necks at an angle to the next step.

It was here that the axe was swung. A vicious engineering camp definitely wasn't some ordinary civilian. This group of God of Slaughter were extremely efficient when it came to decapitating.

Ka-cha … Ka-cha … The crisp sounds of bones breaking and tendons breaking sounded. Another mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out in front of the marble steps, and the entire front entrance of the Pantheon was covered with blood, forming potholes.

The brutal massacre intimidated everyone present. They finally knew that begging was useless. Despair filled the hearts of everyone present as they began to resist!

"Comrades... These emperor's lackeys were going to kill them all! Don't be a lamb to be slaughtered... Fight them to the death! "

The captives jumped up and lunged at the defenders with their bodies. The captives bit at each other with their teeth, trying to untie the ropes.

Looking at the chaotic scene, all the officers raised their heads to drink a mouthful of strong wine and laughed maniacally, "Soldiers under three years of age will be sent out! "Take these live targets and practice your bayonet technique …"

Three years of veteran soldiers were considered a treasure in the other troops, but in the army that Napoleon had single-handedly created, a three years of veteran soldiers were definitely a rookie and could not be used for once.

Killing prisoners to gain courage was the most appropriate thing to do!

The soldier, who was eating and drinking, put down the roast meat and bread in his hand, picked up his bayonet and charged towards the captive.

As the bayonet stabbed into the flesh, it released waves of screams of despair. The thick smell of blood in the air was almost palpable!

Those commune warrior who had taken the lead to resist died a miserable death on the spot, many of them even had their bellies ripped open!

"Why!? Why are you so cruel! Don't you have people's hearts? "

"You are also among the poor. Isn't everything we do in the commune for the poor in France? Is the welfare reform we are fighting for something you do not want? "

"Think of your family, think of your children in the future... Do they have to live in poverty forever? Forever exploited by aristocratic capitalists? "

These prisoners had already collapsed and begged for mercy, but to no avail. The ones causing trouble had also been chosen to die. They could only cry and plead for their lives in an attempt to gain a chance at survival.

However, this army was different from all the other armies. Facing the psychological attacks of these members, they didn't have the slightest bit of emotion.

"Next Group... Hack for me! Let the whole of Paris see, this is the end of rebellion! "

Another row of damned ghosts were carried out. Ignoring their pleas to be spared, they pushed their way to the front of the stairs and used their axes. Their heads were rolling around in a pool of blood like rubber balls!

"Be merciful! Master... Aren't you afraid of going to hell? "Be merciful …"

The older members of the club knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the teacher of the Third Division at the top of the stairs. Master... Please be merciful! "We've already surrendered …"

Hearing the begging from the captives, the officials of Third Division not only did not sympathize with them, they roared with reddened eyes, "Do I have any mercy? Who dares to show mercy to our fallen comrades! "

"They are the empire's hope! They are the pillars of the future France, but today, they have all died in the hands of you thugs! "

"You want me to be merciful? "Let's revive our brothers first …"

Everything was as Xiao Letian and Xiang Ying had judged it. The military aristocrat group created by the Bonaparte Family possessed an unimaginable cohesion!

This was an iron rod royalist party, and it was a huge force with many roots and knots!

From the moment the Napoleon the War God became the emperor, these nobles, whom he had single-handedly promoted, had all flourished and suffered great losses!

They marry each other, own each other, do business, recognize each other as relatives, and acknowledge each other as disciples … This group of people were loyal to the French Emperor, and at the same time, to their own group.

It would not be an exaggeration to say that they were the Eight Flag Group of France, and they had deep ties of emotion and interest within them!

Just take this Cavalry Battalion Battalion Commander Qiao Zhi who had died in battle for example, he was the nephew of the master of the Third Division who was not related in any way.

Their relationship was very close, and the business dealings between the two families complemented each other!

At this moment, even the Division Commander did not know how to face the Battalion Commander's mother and sister, much less their common military mentor!

Even these noble officers were well-known to McMahon. If McMahon knew that his Cavalry Battalion Elder had died in battle with this baby, his massacre order would probably be even more cruel.

"You thugs! Do you know who you've killed? "

"Any one of them could be a captain of the empire in the future. Every officer at the base level here could be a general in the Empire's army in ten years!"

"They are the future seeds of the strong army of France! We have already lost too much essence in this damned war, do we still have to suffer destruction in your hands? "

"You thugs, go to hell!"

"Kill without mercy …" Kill them all! "