"Protect the Prime Minister..." The guard of honor behind him rushed forward and grabbed Xiao Letian's arm. Another soldier raised his foot and kicked Molière in the head.

With a sting, a piece of fabric was hissed, and Molière fell heavily into the concrete mud.

When the workers saw that the dying wild dogs wanted to hurt people, I buried you alive... They swung their shovels one by one, and more concrete was thrown into the pit.

Xiao Letian, who had a pale face, wiped his sweat, and looked at the hallucination that had just disappeared, but Mori's grieving eyes were still looking at him.

The dying knight's chest was buried in concrete. He used all his strength every time he breathed, and he also needed endless energy to speak.

"I...I won't... let you go... we... see you in hell..."

"The war... has not stopped... All the French soldiers who were killed by you... are my soldiers..."

"We are going to attack you on the road to the underworld...... China has no national destiny..."

"Hahaha... the national destiny of you Chinese... has been cut off by Western civilization!"

"We will fight again!"

The concrete finally flooded Molière's head, and the scene was silent. Those who were closest could see objects struggling under the concrete, some stirring ripples appeared on the sticky cement surface, and bubbles appeared one by one.

Xiao Letian, who was still scared, nodded. The workers raised the heavy marble and pressed it hard on it. Molière finally became an eternal kneeling statue in the Temple of the God of War.

After a brief silence, the cry of Long Live slammed the sky, and the hundred thousand people finally vented their resentment in their hearts: "Long Live! Long Live the Prime Minister! Long Live the Chinese people!"

Long live the roar, Xiao Letian's pale cheeks returned to a hint of rosy. He sneered at the marble slab, "Listen to this cry! As long as the Chinese have a breath, the national fortune will never be broken!"

"Fight again on the road of Huangquan? Fight again on the road of Huangquan! Who is afraid of whom! There are many heroes in my Chinese on the road of Huangquan!"

Lifting his head, Xiao Letian turned his head and said to Wang Huaiyuan, "Tell Elkeson clearly, sign and surrender immediately! Otherwise, this game will be repeated in him when he turns back!"

"Yes, I'll do it now!"

Exon has completely softened. He watched the whole process of the execution with his own eyes, which made him completely frightened. At this moment, he leaned against the corner and murmured to himself, "I'll sign... I'll listen to you everything... Don't let me die... Please give me a sip of smoke! Please..."

The public memorial meeting and the public trial meeting ended perfectly. The whole of Naba was completely boiling that afternoon, and everyone was spreading everything that happened in the morning. He said that the whole bottle of strong wine was dripping down.

Everyone in the city was drunk, and the cohesion of the Chinese people was unprecedentedly high. Xiao Letian explained with practical actions what it means to violate the powerful Han people in a far-reaching way and what it means to retaliate with the will of the country.

In the afternoon of that day, Tsarist Russia and the French Counselor threw two letters of protest to the Prime Minister's Office and then left Naha directly by boat. There was nothing to communicate with, and the French Counselor immediately sent a report to the country.

"...Xiao Letian declared war on our France with practical actions. He cruelly executed a French nobleman with means that only barbarians would use..."

"Let's start a war! Your Majesty the Great Emperor! Enjoy the power of the country to destroy the Chinese clan! You can't let him exist in this world..."

The Russian Counselor's telegram to Beijing was also very urgent. "...Mr. Minister, please give up all fantasies. Xiao Letian seems to have rejected all the possibilities of diplomatic adjustment. He will not make any concessions in this war... Let Moscow mobilize the army!"

The envoys expressed their anger in their own way, while the Chinese celebrated their victory in their own way. The victory fireworks were performed that night, and the colorful fireworks in the sky continued to set off for more than six hours.

The money for fireworks is not public funds, it was completely burned by major Ryukyu merchants fighting for wealth, especially Lotte Bank and Lotte Trading Company. Today is their time to delist, and there will be no two stores again from now on.

The major shopkeepers collected some Fucai. The old shopkeeper directly allocated 200,000 silver dollars with a big pen, making the people in the city happy. The 200,000 fireworks soared into the sky, illuminating the entire night sky.

Westerners were all dumbfounded. There was no such thing as fireworks in the Queen's Celebration. Can the Chinese want it? Use money as garbage?

But it is undeniable that this fireworks show and the parade show on the street made them feel sour because their own capitals have never had a celebration of this scale.

Envy, jealousy and hate!

Of course there is crying in joy. Exon sat at the negotiating table, and the burnt Indian horse hoof soil exuded a strange fragrance. Those who were addicted thought it was the smell of heaven, while those who were not addicted thought it was the stinky fart of the demon.

While smoking, drinking and crying, Exon placed all kinds of documents in front of him, which were stacked up one by one in a very complicated way, and it was more than one foot high.

The golden pen was stuffed into his hands, and he no longer read any words. The CIA officials told him to sign wherever he signed. The surrender order for the last group of soldiers in the Far East was finally signed.

At this point, the legal documents after the Far East were complete. Fadiev signed the surrender documents on behalf of 50,000 Cossacks, and Andrev signed the surrender documents on behalf of the original Vladivostok defenders.

On behalf of reinforcements along the sea, Exon signed a surrender document and signed a general surrender order in his capacity as the governor of the Far East.

And there are many memorandums here, such as confessions from Russian soldiers, complaints from people in the Far East, and memoirs of survivors of the Great Qingdao gold mine... These documents also require the signature of senior Tsarist Russian officers to prove that they are all true.

Xiao Letian is ready for a long and arduous diplomatic negotiation with Tsarist Russia. Before the war breaks out, the conflict at the negotiating table will be very tragic, and sufficient ammunition must be prepared at the beginning.

The good news signed by Ekson was generated at Vladivostok that night. Xiang Shaolong and Wu Jie were excited to dance on the spot.

"It's done! It's done...it's finally done!"

"So much blood is finally gone in vain! The founding of the country is now. Tomorrow, we will convene leaders from all the Far East and discuss the details of the founding of the country! Hahaha, has it actually become a country in my hands?"

"I, Xiang Shaolong, did not embarrass my ancestors! Someone in the Xiang family can establish a country! Hahaha..."

Master Long was obviously crazy about being excited. He actually hugged Sister Wu's waist as soon as he copied his hand, picked it up and turned it around three times.

Now all the officers in the entire command were stunned and looked at the two adults in a daze.

"Ah! Ah... Ah?" Xiang Shaolong was also confused and thought to himself, "What am I doing?" Why are you a hooligan in public?

"I, I'm practicing martial arts... This is a very advanced kung fu!"

I'll go! Everyone fainted. Seeing that Sister Wu was forced to hug just now, she was not ashamed of being angry with Master Long's stupid words. She ran away without saying a word.

After a short ten seconds, the staff, staff, adjutants and guards in the command center applauded and cheered, "Catch up! Chase and kiss one! One, two, three... kiss one!"

"One, two, three... chase after me!"

"One, two, three... kiss one!"
Chapter completed!