I weave fate in parallel time and space

Chapter 98 There Are No Civilians in This Town

"I limit you to find the murderer before four o'clock in the afternoon, otherwise, you will know the consequences!"

Inside the mayor's mansion, the Lieutenant Colonel Paul of the West French Army yelled at the mayor Bangira.

It was a short, slightly fat man with a moustache who looked like a middle-aged man in his 40s. He was the traitor that Hart called.

The one who opened the defense line of the Sacilian Fjord and let the West French army in.

Bangira's face was also a bit ugly, "I told you, either you should send more people here, or don't mess around. The Sacilians are very united."

Paul turned his head, his eyes burst into a savage brilliance, "Are you threatening me?"

His expression is very ferocious, and his ferocious scar is very deterrent.

Bangira took a step back subconsciously, swallowing lightly.

Paul took a deep breath, and then asked in a hoarse voice, "You Sacilians are very united, right?"

Bangira nodded subconsciously, but then, he had an ominous premonition, "What do you want to do?"

"I didn't do anything, let you Sacilians pay the price for this!" Paul said calmly.

"No, do you know what the consequences of doing this are?" Bangira said excitedly.

"If you dare to kill our people now, you will dare to kill me later!" Paul roared angrily.

After finishing speaking, he slammed the door and walked out. The door was already full of soldiers with live ammunition, lined up and waiting for his order.

He glanced coldly at everyone present.

"It's time to let the Sacilians know who this land belongs to!"

"Connor!"

One of them stomped his foot heavily and shouted, "Sir!"

"Give me the street to catch eight people to the square, and notify everyone in this town to be there!"

"Yes!"

Following his order, everyone immediately mobilized and ran out of the courtyard of the mayor's mansion in unison.

They began to carry out Paul's order.

Soon, at four o'clock that afternoon, they randomly grabbed eight people from the Sacilians and brought them to the square.

They tied up the hands and feet of the people and made them kneel on the ground. Behind them, several soldiers were pointing guns at their heads, as if they were going to execute in public.

Surrounded by a group of people, these soldiers told them from door to door to gather in the square. Although not all the people from the town came, thousands of people came.

The soldiers of West France formed a circle and surrounded the execution ground.

Paul stood in front of these eight people, scanned the crowd, and spoke slowly.

"It's a pity to meet you in this way.

We West Francois have come here with good intentions.

Originally, we planned to peacefully rescue you from the corrupt government of Britannia and bring you under the civilized rule of West France.

We also have many Gallic Celts in West France, and you can fully integrate into us.

But obviously, some of you have not given us the kindness we deserve.

I was shocked and saddened by what happened yesterday morning.

You mistake our kindness for cowardice! "

Paul's eyes were burning with anger, and he continued to speak loudly.

"I know that the murderer must be among you.

I don't know who you are, but I can give you a chance.

As long as you can stand up and admit what you did.

I can let these eight people go.

And if you don't stand up."

Paul's complexion gradually became grim.

"Then these eight people must die!
Now, I count dozens, and after counting, you know the consequences! "

"ten!

Nine!
Eight!
seven!
six! "

Before counting to five, three burly old men in their 50s came out from the crowd, looking at Paul with their heads held high.

"Very good." Paul nodded, "I appreciate your courage."

He waved to the soldiers on one side.

These soldiers untied the eight men and let them go, then tied up the three strong old men and tried to make them kneel on the ground, but they were unwilling to kneel until they smashed heavily on the ground with their guns. on their knees.

Paul stepped forward, glanced at the three people, and said regretfully.

"You didn't have to die, but your stupidity killed you.

It also failed our kindness. "

"I bother!"

One of the old men spat and looked at him fiercely.

"Your so-called kindness means taking away the cattle we depend on for survival, usurping our land, violating our women, and killing our brothers!?
Your so-called kindness is nothing but fear of us Sacilians!

Fear that we will unite and riot.

When your follow-up people arrive, you will only become more unscrupulous! "

He looked at the people around and roared angrily.

"O Sacilians!

Straighten your spine!
Never trust the kindness of robbers! "

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

Following three gunshots, the three fell directly to the ground. The blood left by the soldiers who had died before hadn't dried up yet, leaving new bloodstains.

Looking at the three corpses, Paul breathed out lightly, and shouted to the people around him with a grim expression.

"In the future, if something like this happens again.

They are your end! "

After finishing speaking, he scanned everyone present with his haughty eyes.

However, the fearful eyes he expected were not revealed in these people's eyes.

There was silence throughout the venue.

They didn't speak a word, the upper half of their faces were shrouded in shadow, but their eyes were always focused on Paul.

Tranquility and peace.

There is no wrath and no fear.

Like, looking at a dead man.
"How could Hart be so reckless?"

Among the crowd, Alicia wearing a cloak looked at several bodies on the ground, and asked Xia who was beside her with a frown.

"Maybe, the time is not with them." Shaar murmured softly, "The next batch of troops from West France is coming soon."

"Then he can't solve the problem at all by exchanging human lives for human lives."

"No." He looked around, with a glimmer of light in his eyes, "maybe it's useful."

Alicia also looked around, feeling the suppressed anger in the crowd and the gradually fearful eyes of the officer named Paul.

She seemed to realize something, and looked towards Xia.

"They are awakening their compatriots with blood and sacrifices." Shaar said, "Deliberately provoking the soldiers of West France, so that the Sacilians can see their true colors and abandon their illusions."

Paul came back to his senses, and shouted angrily at the soldiers beside him.

"Hang the bodies of these three people in this square for me, no one is allowed to collect the bodies for them!
I want everyone to see me, and provoke the fate of our West French Empire soldiers! "

"Yes!"

Alicia could clearly feel that the atmosphere around her became heavier following this sentence. Everyone stood where they were, without any intention of leaving.

The Celtics also pay attention to burial, and Paul's behavior undoubtedly touched their bottom line.

"They are still provoking the Sacilians." Shaar watched all this with great interest.

"What happened today can teach Arthur a lesson."

Alicia looked at him suspiciously.

"When you arrive in a new place, the most important thing is to understand the local culture." Shaar said calmly, "Wars in Europe have been going on for years, and the land is occupied by a noble this year, and it can be replaced by another force next year." rule.

The religious status is also higher, and the servility is deep.

Moreover, Europeans are connected by blood, and there is no racial conflict.

The West Franks will deal with the Sacilians in the same way as they deal with these Europeans. It is obviously extremely stupid to think that the use of force can suppress the Sacilians. "

Xia turned his head, "Look, Alicia, next, Sacily will become very interesting."

Seeing Xia who was gradually leaving the crowd, Alicia did not follow immediately, but turned her head to look at the three people who were hung up, and frowned slightly.

"Those who sacrificed their lives to protect their relatives, friends, and land are still heroes even if they go to hell." Shaar's voice came from one side.

"Death is not the end, they will live a happier life than before, and their names will remain on this land forever."

After knowing the existence of Hades, his outlook on life and death is also different.

Alicia didn't answer, but turned her head and followed Shaar.

Paul was obviously terrified by the eyes of these people, and he yelled angrily at the people around him.

"Disband!
What are you still gathering here for?
Want to riot! ? "

As he spoke, he took the flintlock gun of a soldier on one side and fired a few shots into the sky.

People then slowly dispersed towards the surroundings.
But what Paul didn't know was that everything had just begun.
In the next few days, it was just as Xiaya thought.

What the lieutenant colonel did not only failed to extinguish the flame of rebellion, but completely ignited the anger of the Sacilians.

West French soldiers began to die tragically in this small town in various ways.

Go to the tavern to drink and be poisoned to death collectively.

Going to the toilet was drowned in the latrine.

Those who are alone, their bodies can be seen the next morning.

Especially those soldiers who had committed atrocities died even faster.

Their methods are very clean and covert, and they cannot be searched by normal means.

Because people in the whole Sacili are covering each other and hiding each other.

Paul began to try the previous method, forcing the murderer to appear by killing people, but in the end his people would only die more.

He started to get scared, and he didn't continue to annoy Sacily in this way anymore.

He imposed a curfew and sent troops on patrol to forcefully crush the resistance.

But in the future, even if the West Franians are no longer alone, they will encounter more Sacilians who form an army and suddenly appear in the dark to fight with them.

And before the big troops arrived, these Sahili people would immediately disperse, relying on the terrain of the town more familiar than them to escape quickly and hide among the civilians.

In other words, there are no civilians left in this small town.

The whole town is against them.

And after each crime, they will leave a mark of a black hand or a crossed skull at the scene of the crime.

Therefore, these people were also called by the West French soldiers and the Sacilians.
mafia.

(End of this chapter)