In an apple orchard outside the northwest wall of Paris, nearly two thousand refugees were driven here by government forces. Major Hans looked at the sky in Paris in the distance with a sinister look.

He also just learned that the Chinese actually sent airships to force the rescue of refugees across the city, and did not take the French government's ban seriously.

"These Satanic devils are so arrogant. When did France become so weak that they see the Chinese people's faces? Revenge must be taken, revenge must be taken..."

A punch hit the apple tree, and a dead leaf fell. "If there is no thief in the family, you can't attract foreign ghosts! These thugs must be all enemy spies... interrogate, interrogate me overnight!"

After all, it was McMahon's government army, and it still required some procedures to kill people outside the battlefield. An old man with a hooked nose was wearing a torn suit and didn't know where to get a table, but he actually made a courtroom in this round of apple ruins.

Hans, a regiment of soldiers, had more than 2,000 refugees. The hungry refugees had no strength. Many people collapsed on the ground and had no strength to move as soon as they arrived here.

"Get up, get up and work for me..."

"Please, master...please, sir...let me take a breath and give me a drink..."

"I still want to drink water. I haven't eaten for a day. You still want to drink water..." The irritable soldier rushed forward and punched and kicked.

Refugees cried and hid, and the continuous battles had completely wiped out all their courage to resist. At this time, they could only be at the mercy of others!

Don’t drive out hundreds of men who are still strong. They start mining on the ground with shovels, and they are digging an extremely huge pit.

Just next to the pit, the judge with a hooked nose began to interrogate the prisoner!

"Just that...the bald man who started...start with him..."

"No, no, no...I'm just a meat seller, I'm not a bad guy...why are you arresting me?...Please let me go!"

The soldier dragged a bald man out of the crowd, kicked him over in front of the judge, and looked at him with a hook nose, "Say... Are you a thug from the Paris Commune? Have you ever killed someone? Have you ever set fire?"

"No... Master, please spare me. I'm just a meat seller. I haven't set fire to it... I've never done anything bad..."

"No? Then I ask you, when was the last time you sold meat? What kind of meat was it sold..."

"Go back to Master, I sold some beef a week ago..."

With a bang, the broken wooden blocks I found were used as wooden gavels in the court. The hook hit the table with his nose, "I also said you are not a bad person? The siege in Paris has been out of food for so long, so how could you sell meat?"

"You are just quibbling... I will pronounce the sentence and shoot it!"

"No...no...I admit, I didn't sell beef, I sold fried horse meat...I was afraid of punishment and said it was beef..."

"Don't kill me, don't kill me..."

The judges and soldiers were not interested in listening to the explanation. They dragged the meat vendor to the edge of the pit like a dead dog, and shot it in the back of the head.

Bang... Everyone was so scared that they shivered all over, and the child cried out, but the adults were afraid of angering these killers, so they blocked the child's mouths.

Commander Hans looked at everything in front of him coldly, "Well, kill! The thugs can't waste air..."

When the judge heard this, he quickly smiled flatteringly, "Yes, sir... you are right..."

"This is too low efficiency. Ten people are caught in a row..."

What a bullshit trial this is, it’s a farce, and that judge is not a judge just a penman who has been working in the government for a lifetime and has been unsuccessful.

There must be some necessary disguise. After taking the procedures and leaving a certain file, Thiers can have an explanation to the parliament, the international community at that time, and history.

Even if these trial files are rough and sparse, they are not even in line with the number of missing people... It is better than none.

With such a little bit of written evidence, it would be enough for them to sue, including giving an explanation to later historians.

It is conceivable that there will be no fairness and justice in such a court, and it is a farce!

"What's your name? Vallan... Are you the traitor Vallan? What, not? It's the same name? I care about your name and different names... Shot!"

"Say...what is the calluses on your tiger's mouth? Are they the calluses left by holding a gun...shot!"

"What profession are you? The forging worker in the steel mill? Damn, this profession is born to be a rebel... Kill it!"

Rows of people were massacred by various strange reasons, and no plea for mercy was obtained. Gradually, the edge of the huge pit was filled with corpses, and blood flowed down the shallow pit dug down, like a stream.

Those who work are already scared and numb. They just want to shrink their heads and be turtles, hoping that they can live a life if they dig a hole!

Even if it was a massacre of ten people at once, it would be a very troublesome job to kill two thousand people. Gradually, these people lost their patience and were too lazy to find reasons for their noses.

Pushing up a row of refugees, he just glanced at him with his eyes, "He has a fierce look on his face, he must be a bad person...shot!"

"These women look so slutty. They must be the subordinates of that crazy woman Michelle...shot!"

Sometimes, the judge was too lazy to judge but asked the soldiers around him, “Do you think they are thugs?”

"It must be, it's not a good thing at first glance...shoot it!"

Many times, innocent citizens are shot dead amid the cheers of everyone!

Are there any exceptions? Of course there are! Some of the refugees who are very beautiful, and some who shout that I am willing to devote all my property to the Republic, these people are indeed spared.

The beautiful lady was dragged into the apple woods and became a toy for soldiers to relax and enjoy, and the whole woods were filled with disgusting sounds.

Those who still have some family property secretly walked to the judge and took out the last bit of family property hidden in their boots or sewn in their underwear to bribe them.

Maybe it was a land deed, maybe it was a bank deposit certificate... Someone even issued a gift document for property rights in a country villa on the spot.

Major Hans was also stunned. He did not expect that the war would be enough. There was still a group of middle-class people who had not escaped and stayed in Paris.

Money and beauty became the only gold medal for avoiding death, but unfortunately, no two or three of the 100 people were spared, and the rest were basically shot.

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