Pantheon, the Pantheon of France!

Today, this place has become a massacre Shura field!

The third Algerian Division cut the butcher knife at the prisoners on the battlefield. The grief-in-armed commander looked at the long list of deaths and was so angry that he had lost his mind.

"Kill! Kill all... not one left!"

The white marble steps have become guillotines, and rows of commune members from prisoners of war were tied up and pushed to the steps of the Pantheon.

The executioner kicked the back knee, and all ten people knelt on the ground with a sound of each other!

"What are you doing? What are you going to do!" the terrified captain shouted in despair.

"You want to kill innocent people without being judged! Executioners, you are all executioners..."

"Bah... I'm the executioner, I'm avenging my brothers! Cut..." With a command, ten foreign legion engineers holding logging axes raised their axes and fell down. A cold light passed by and ten heads rolled to the ground.

The prisoners around him screamed in horror, "God! You cannot kill innocent people indiscriminately! Even if you are guilty, you should be judged by the court!"

"Go to your mother's court, have you ever thought about the court when you rebel? Then cut it down!"

The headless corpse was dragged aside and threw it into the empty carriage. The head was kicked like a ball and rolled around the ground, and finally concentrated in another corner.

"Next row..."

The government troops, like wolves and tigers, rushed into the group of prisoners of war, as if they were looking for chickens and ducks to be slaughtered. Amid the terrified shouts and begging for mercy, they randomly pulled out ten unlucky guys.

"No! Let Otto go... He is only seventeen years old, let him go..."

"Give me aside, please spare me... I have four children in my family, the youngest is only three years old, let me go..."

The commander of the third division sneered and looked at the prisoners begging for mercy, "Let you go? Who will let my brothers go? Who will repay their lives? Kill me..."

Another row of prisoners was kicked in front of the steps, kneeling on the steps, and their heads were lying on the fourth or fifth steps, and the neck and the next step were at an angle.

It is here that we can make axe. The ruthless engineer battalion is definitely not an ordinary civilian. This group of killing gods cut their heads to a very efficient way.

Crack... Crack... Crack... With the sound of broken bones and broken tendons, another cavity of blood sprayed in front of the marble steps. The entire steps of the main entrance of the Pantheon had been clotted into a bumpy pond with blood.

The cruel killing shocked everyone present. They finally knew that begging for mercy was useless, and the desperate people began to resist!

"Comrades... these emperor's lackeys are going to kill them all! Don't be slaughtered lambs... fight with them!"

The prisoners with both hands sniped back and jumped up and rushed towards the defenders with their bodies. The prisoners used their teeth to bite the ropes firmly, trying to untie the ropes.

Looking at the chaotic scene, officers at all levels raised their heads and took a sip of the liquor and laughed wildly, "Soldiers who are less than three years old in the army will leave the line! Take these living targets and practice bayonets..."

Three-year-old veterans are treasures in other troops, but in the legion created by Napoleon III, three-year-old soldiers are definitely rookies and are useless.

It is the most suitable thing to find them if you kill prisoners and train your courage!

The soldier who was eating and drinking, heard the order to put down the barbecue and bread in his hand, picked up the bayonet and rushed straight to the prisoner, without any softness.

The bayonet entered the flesh and let out a scream of despair, and the strong smell of blood in the air could almost be twisted out with hands!

The commune soldiers who took the lead in resisting died tragically on the spot, and many of them were even dismantled!

"Why! Why are you so cruel! Are you unkind?"

"You are also from the poor. Isn't everything our commune does for the poor in France? Are you not wanting the welfare reform we strive for?"

"Think about your family, think about your children in the future... Do you want them to be poor forever? They will be exploited by noble capitalists forever?"

These prisoners have collapsed, begging for mercy is useless, and those who take the lead in causing trouble are also picked to death. They can only cry and reason, trying to gain a glimmer of hope.

But this army is different from all other troops. They face the psychological offensive of these members without any emotional fluctuations.

"The next group... and cut it for me! Let the whole Paris see, this is the end of the rebellion!"

Another row of damn ghosts was picked up and pushed to the steps regardless of their begging for mercy. There were a bunch of axes, and their heads rolled around like balls in a pool of blood!

"Show mercy! Master...are you not afraid of going to hell? Let's show mercy..."

The older members in the crowd knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the commanders of the third division at the top of the stairs and other senior officials, "Go kind... Master... Please show kindness! We have surrendered..."

Listening to the begging for mercy by these prisoners, the senior officials of the Third Division not only did not have any sympathy, but shouted with red eyes, "I am merciful? Who is merciful to us for the robes that died in battle!"

"They are the hope of the empire! They are the pillars of France in the future, but today they all die at the hands of you thugs!"

"Want to let me express mercy? Let our brothers come alive first..."

Everything is like Xiao Letian and Xiang Ying's judgment. The military aristocratic group created by the Bonaparte family has cohesion that is unimaginable to outsiders!

This is a hardcore royalist party, and it is a huge force with mixed connections!

Since the war god Napoleon became emperor, these military nobles he promoted had all prospered and lost!

They intermarry each other, hold shares to each other in business, recognize each other's relatives, and recognize each other's masters and disciples... This group is loyal to the Emperor and at the same time is loyal to their own group.

It is not an exaggeration to say that they are the Eight Banners Group of France, and they are deeply involved in their internal emotions and interests!

Take George, the battalion commander of the cavalry battalion who died in battle, for example, he is a bloodless nephew of the commander of the Third Division. The two families were originally family friends of more than three generations.

The relationship is very close, and the business transactions between the two families are also helpful to each other!

The division commander didn't know how to face the battalion commander's mother and sister who died in battle, and he didn't dare to face the common military tutor between them!

Even these noble officers are well-known to McMahon. If McMahon knew about his cavalry battalion commander and this treasure was killed in battle, his massacre order would probably be even more cruel!

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

"Any of their soldiers may be the captain of the empire in the future. Every grassroots officer here may be the general in the imperial army ten years later!"

"They are the seeds of the future French strong army! There are too many essences of our death in this damn war. Will we still be destroyed in your hands now?"

"You thugs, all go to hell!"
Chapter completed!