I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

"I give you a deadline to find the murderer before four o'clock in the afternoon, otherwise, you know the consequences!"

In the mayor's house, Lieutenant Colonel Paul of the West French Army roared at the mayor Bangila.

He was a short, slightly stout, middle-aged man in his forties with a mustache, who was the traitor in Hart's mouth.

The man who opened the defense line of the Sassili Fjord and let in the West French army.

Banjira's face was also a little ugly, "I told you, either you send more people here, or you don't mess around. The Sashili people are very united."

Paul turned his head, his eyes bursting with a biting light, "Are you threatening me?"

His expression is very ferocious, and combined with his ferocious scar, it is very intimidating.

Bangila subconsciously took a step back and swallowed lightly.

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

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

"You have done nothing, let you Sacilians pay the due price for this!" Paul said calmly.

"No, do you know the consequences of doing this?" Bangila said excitedly.

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

After saying that, he slammed the door and walked out. The door was already filled with soldiers with guns and ammunition, waiting for his order in a military queue.

He glanced coldly at everyone present.

"It's time for the Sashili people to know who this land now belongs to!"

"Connor!"

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

"Go grab eight people from the street and bring them to the square, and notify everyone in this town to be there!"

"Yes!"

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

They began to carry out Paul's orders.

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

They tied the people's hands and feet and made them kneel on the ground. Behind them, several soldiers were pointing guns at their heads, looking like they were going to execute them in public.

There was a group of people around, and these soldiers went from door to door to notify them to gather in the square. Although not all the people in the town came, there were still thousands of people, and the crowds were densely packed, making it very oppressive.

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

Paul stood in front of these eight people, glanced at everyone present, and spoke slowly.

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

We West Frenchmen 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 definitely integrate into us.

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

I was shocked and saddened by what happened yesterday morning.

You mistook our kindness for cowardice! "

Paul's eyes were burning with anger as he continued 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 have done.

I can let these eight people go.

And if you don't stand up."

Paul's expression gradually became ferocious.

“Then these eight people must die!

Now, I will count dozens. After counting, you will know the consequences! "

"ten!

Nine!

Eight!

seven!

six! "

Before counting to five, three sturdy old men in their fifties came out of the crowd and looked at Paul with their heads held high.

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

He waved to the soldiers on one side.

The soldiers loosened the eight men and let them go. Then they tied up the three strong old men and tried to make them kneel on the ground, but they were unwilling to kneel down until they hit them hard with the butts of their guns. on their knees.

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

“You didn’t have to die, but your stupidity got you killed.

It also betrays our kindness. "

"I bother!"

One of the old men spat and looked at him with fierce eyes.

“What you call kindness is to take away the cattle we depend on for survival, seize our land, violate our women, and kill our brothers!?

What you call kindness is nothing but fear of us Sahelians!

Afraid that we would unite and riot.

When your successors arrive, you will only become more unscrupulous! "

He looked at the people around him and roared.

“O Sahelians!

Straighten your back!

Never trust the kindness of a robber! "

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

"Peng!"

With the sound of three gunshots, the three people fell directly to the ground. The blood of the soldiers who died before had not dried yet, leaving new blood stains.

Looking at the three corpses, Paul let out a breath, and shouted loudly to the people around him with a ferocious expression.

“In the future, if something similar happens again.

They are your fate! "

After speaking, he glanced at everyone present with arrogant eyes.

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

There was silence throughout the venue.

They said nothing, and the upper half of their faces were shrouded in shadow, but their eyes were always focused on Paul.

Quiet and peaceful.

There is no anger and no fear.

Like, looking at a dead person.

"How could Hart be so reckless?"

In the crowd, Alicia, who was wearing a cloak, looked at the bodies on the ground, frowned and asked Xia beside her.

"Maybe, time is not with them." Xia Ya whispered in a low voice, "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 glint in his eyes, "Maybe it will be useful."

Alicia also looked around, feeling the suppressed anger in the crowd and the gradually frightened look in the officer's eyes.

She seemed to realize something and looked at Xia Ya.

"They are using blood and sacrifice to awaken their compatriots." Xia Ya said, "Deliberately provoking the soldiers of West France to let the Sahelians see their true colors and abandon their illusions."