From Corsica to the Fourth Rome

Just as the onlookers were anxiously asking old Mario loudly, they saw a group of patrols suddenly coming in front of the crowd, surrounded by about twenty short, dark men, under the high platform.

At a glance, everyone thought it was a black slave who ran away somewhere and was caught by the patrol.

But when they took a closer look, they realized that they were not black people at all, but a group of fifteen or sixteen-year-old children, but their skin was covered with a layer of mud, wall dust, loess, and excrement mixed together. Shell, even the face is no exception.

As for their clothes, they were nothing more than a tattered, black linen covering their private parts. Some even didn't even have linen, and were simply naked.

Even the patrols who escorted them to the field could hardly bear the smell of them. Onlookers even farther away couldn't help but cover their mouths and noses. Some citizens who had just had a feast here directly took their food. I vomited out all the thick soup I drank.

When they got closer, the citizens were shocked to realize that this was not a group of people. Even a group of monkeys were stronger than them. With their thin torsos and bamboo pole-like limbs, people couldn't help but feel that they were going to be there next. Your whole body will fall apart in seconds.

"Oh my God, these...are these kids dug out of the earth?"

"I can't stand it anymore! What the hell are you doing? Ugh."

"Wait a minute. Old Mario just mentioned the kids."

The onlookers reacted quickly and cast shocked and frightened eyes on old Mario.

At this moment, a middle-aged woman wearing a headscarf suddenly emerged from the crowd.

She tried her best to push away the onlookers in front of her, rushed to the group of children, and stared at one of the boys.

The patrolmen subconsciously raised their guns and pointed them at her, but she was still in a daze, slowly walking towards the boy step by step.

"Dyson.! Is it you? My son, I will never admit it. No matter what you become, I will never admit it!"

The woman's cheeks were covered with tears in the blink of an eye. Her legs were weak and she knelt on the ground, spreading her arms and crying and shouting to her son.

The boy also recognized his mother, but he remained expressionless, took two steps forward hesitantly, and then stopped.

In that orphanage, he experienced too many such obedience tests. Once any child showed a willingness to escape, he would be stuffed into a box and locked up for a whole day.

The arena that was noisy just now suddenly fell silent. Everyone was watching them. Even old Mario stopped his performance and stared at the mother and son.

"You didn't tell me that there are more than just orphans here." Lawrence glanced sideways at Mario and said sternly.

"I" Old Mario lowered his head and whispered:

"Sometimes there are not enough children sent, so we take the initiative to adopt some."

In the audience, the patrol guard escorting the children looked up at Lawrence. After getting Lawrence's nod of permission, he carefully pulled the boy to his mother's side.

Not caring about the dirt on the boy's body, the woman hugged him tightly and washed the boy's face with her tears:

"Dyson woo woo, my good Dyson woo woo, I thought you were dead"

The woman's cry immediately ignited the anger of the crowd, and even the hard-hearted people could not help but be moved by it.

Especially citizens who have children, thinking that their lovely children may turn into such savages, makes them feel frightened and furious.

The silent crowd suddenly burst into roars and shouts. People were cursing and pointing their fingers at old Mario.

Some brave people even started to attack the patrols below the stage, preparing to climb up to the high platform.

More and more people joined in the shock and scolding. Even the usually gentle gentlemen were shouting with red faces in the crowd.

When an individual is submerged in a group, the little bit of reason he has will also be swallowed up.

"grown ups!"

Ya'an nervously held his hand on the hilt of the sword and looked at Lawrence. In Ya'an's eyes, the situation was undoubtedly out of control.

"Fire the gun."

Lawrence ordered calmly, but his eyes looked at the angry crowd with excitement.

Dozens of muskets were fired into the sky with loud explosions, which instantly calmed down the people who were attacking the patrols. The white smoke slowly drifted towards the crowd along with the wind, and the smell of gunpowder smoke also gradually calmed the shouting people. Closed his mouth.

"Citizens, fellow citizens, please allow me to speak."

Lawrence took two steps forward, walked to the edge of the high platform, and took advantage of the quiet moment of the crowd to shout:

"As you can see, these are the children of the orphanage in Ajaccio, and there are many more who were not brought to the scene. Look at them, even an angel would shed tears."

"That's right!"

"This is unforgivable!"

"Sanctions must be lowered!"

Lawrence's words immediately aroused an echo in the crowd, and people were even more excited than before.

"But!" Lawrence shouted in a deep voice:

"This is not the fault of poor old Mario. He is a loyal defender, but also a weak and helpless old man. He would not have done such appalling deeds."

The people fell into a brief silence after hearing Lawrence's words. They looked up at old Mario who was still crying, as if he was also crying for these children.

Old Mario's usual gentle and courteous image was reminded of people again. Combined with Lawrence's words, people also realized that there must be something hidden behind this, so they looked at Lawrence with bated breath, waiting for him to tell the truth behind it. .

"The instigator of all this, I have found out, is Ciro Russell, the chief of the longshoremen's union, that disgusting devil."

Lawrence took out the arrest warrant for Ciro from his arms, raised it above his head, raised his arms and shouted:

"It was he who threatened and forced poor old Mario to submit, turning that orphanage of love and truth into a hell on earth where he kept slaves. Think about it, fellow citizens! Your children, your relatives, you The people you cherish may become like this in Silla’s hands!”

The crowd stared blankly at Lawrence and the arrest warrant in his hand. Although they could not see the words clearly, the format was indeed a Corsican official document. Then he looked at the children. Their filthy and numb appearance was really unbearable to look at.

"Compatriots, although I was born in Italy, the blood of Corsican people flows in my veins. I also understand what kind of bloody nation the Corsican people are. Faced with such evil, any Corsican The blood of Sijia people will be boiling uncontrollably! ”

The silence on the field only lasted for a few seconds, and then a burst of shouts broke out louder than before. Regardless of men and women, young or old, everyone on the field at this moment has only one identity, that is, being trampled on. Corsican with neck insult.

"My fellow Corsicans, tell me, is the blood flowing in your veins the blood of slaves or the blood of fighters?"

Faced with such an insult, every aggressive and murderous Corsican would respond in their own way:

"Punish him! Throw his body into the sea!"

"All this must be paid for with blood!"

"Hang him before us!"