Molière's mind was blank. He could not resist and could only let the intelligence officer tie his hands behind him, and then his legs were tied together, leaving only a short rope link.

Such a short rope can only make him move forward in small steps like a woman, and he can't strode at all. Taking a little bigger step will pull the other leg and finally fall to the ground.

The intelligence officer, who had no politeness, picked his hair and lifted him up from the ground. "Be honest, this is not your Paris, you are not going to the dance, no one is spoiling you! Go..."

But how could this binding method be fast? After three steps, he fell to the ground and was dragged up again, and he completely stepped on his self-esteem into the soil again and again.

After leaving the cell, Molière could feel the stern momentum of the public memorial meeting. The sunlight that was close to noon stinged his eyes, and the crying and shouting of mountains and thunder came to his face like the tide of the full moon.

Dizzy, completely dizzy, Molière stood at the entrance of the square, looking at the square with marble pieces, his mind was dizzy.

The sound was like waves, the flag was like clouds, the pungent smell of sandalwood rushed straight to his forehead, and the dense spiritual cards stared at him like an unjust soul opened its eyes.

What's even more terrifying is that for some reason, a piece of marble was pried up in the middle of the huge square, a deep pit was dug, and there were still many workers operating this not far away.

An ominous feeling enveloped the whole body, and Molière's hair stood up, "What is this... what are you... what are you doing?"

"Go away! You don't have the qualifications to ask questions, hurry up..." With a strong push, Molière fell more than three meters away, and just happened to fall into the square from the entrance.

The sounds around suddenly became quiet. Molière suddenly appeared attracted everyone's attention. The French counselor on the viewing platform was shocked, "What are you going to do? That's the nobles of our country, what do you want to do..."

However, the viewing platform was still a distance away from the scene, and his roar was soon submerged in the mountain wind.

At this time, all the tablets of the heroic spirits had entered the Temple of the God of War, and the public memorial service had come to an end. Xiao Letian sat upright in the front face and looked at Molière expressionlessly.

Just like after he was dragged to death, the soldiers dragged Molière to the center of the square. The first high priest of the Temple of War raised his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and the scene became even more depressing.

"The Prime Minister's Order... To commemorate the heroes who died in battle, and to save those who died in vain, public trial will be held immediately after the public memorial meeting! Those war criminals who are extremely guilty will be given public trial!"

"Avenge the dead military and civilians!"

One sentence ignited the anger of the audience, "Avenge the dead soldiers! Avenge! Avenge..." The shouts of hundreds of thousands of people were earth-shaking, and Moliè finally understood what Xiao Letian was going to do.

"You want to kill me? How dare you? How dare you..."

His roar was very weak, and no one could hear it even if he screamed through his throat.

Xiao Letian sat on the chair and looked at him lightly, raised his hand gently, and signaled that the main priests would continue to recite. Perhaps the main priests of the War God Temple had all tested the vocal music, and they were full of energy and shocked the fields. With the amplification of the iron horn, they actually allowed everyone around the square to hear it clearly.

The more people gathered on the mountain road can also know what was happening on the mountain through word of mouth. For a moment, the people's emotions suddenly became boiling.

"...Molière, the French court knight and the special envoy of the French Expeditionary Force, directly commanded the French fleet's war to invade Ryukyu..."

"...In the war, he landed in Naha with deception, led the soldiers to kill and loot, causing losses to the lives and property of countless military and civilians..."

"...In Tanggu Special Zone, innocent people were bombarded, causing the tragic deaths of thousands of people. It can be said that they have committed many evil deeds and are unforgivable..."

"... After the war, we negotiated between the two countries, with the good intention of peaceful development in the long-term situation, and released the war criminal Molière returned to China, but the inhumane war maniac would never stop the butcher knife in his hand..."

"...In this Far East Battle, Molière was the real mastermind behind the Bai Layi tragedy. The order to massacre the city and burn the granary were issued to him..."

One after another, one after another, one after another, one after another, one for the crime of massacre of civilians was shouted out, and the violent atmosphere of the military and civilians became more and more popular.

"Kill him...kill this war dealer! Take revenge!"

The French counselor on the viewing platform was already crazy. He jumped up and down and was furious, "Declare war! Xiao Letian, you declare war on France! Envoys from all over the world, what a domineering warlord!"

"He actually dared to publicly interrogate the noble French nobles! The untouchables dared to attack the nobles of Europa! Do you just think so..."

The diplomats from all over the world looked at the counselor with strange expressions, but no one came to wade into the muddy waters. The roar of the French counselor had been completely suppressed by the roar of 100,000 people, and no one would take a look.

In the end, two Chinese soldiers came, one on the left and the other on the right, and they "protected" him. The Frenchman was so angry that he almost died of brain congestion.

This is not a public trial, this is the direct verdict. After the long verdict was read, Xiao Letian slowly stood up and looked at the scorching sun above his head and suddenly said quietly, "The third time of noon has arrived..."

Everyone knew that the last time for murder was coming. Everyone held their spirits and calmed their energy to wait for the Prime Minister's orders, and Molière muttered to himself like mud, "You won't kill me! You will never... How could you go to a full war with France? Your strength is no match at all!"

"Impossible, absolutely impossible, this doesn't make sense!"

Behind the cell, Eckerson was so scared that he had wet his pants. He cried and snotted, and grabbed the window lattice with both hands and nagged like a madman, "I won't die, Moliè won't die... I won't die!"

Xiao Letian looked around Wan Min, and the sound immediately calmed down wherever his eyes went, and the scene was silent until the last gaze finally condensed on Molière.

"The last moment has finally arrived, isn't it..."

Molière suddenly looked up, "Are you a madman? Only madmen will be so stupid that they will go to war with the powerful France! You are taking the entire Chinese race into a state of destruction!"

Xiao Letian smiled slightly. He was no longer willing to talk nonsense. "Compared to destruction, I care more about living with dignity, which is more important than anything else!"

Suddenly lifted his right arm and Xiao Letian shouted to Wanmin, "I announce! Molière... is guilty of...****!"

There was an uproar at the scene. No one had heard of such a crime. The envoys who took down the West stood up in shock. They thought Xiao Letian would kill people on the charge of a war criminal, but they did not expect that a **** came in the end.

"What a sinister Xiao Letian! He does not represent the Chinese people to kill Molière. He wants to kill Molière on behalf of human beings! He places Molière on the opposite side of all mankind!"

"He is trying to block the French!"
Chapter completed!