Reincarnated: Vive La France-Chapter 190: Even the birds feared what was to come.

On 3rd January 1937.

Far away in China something was about happen that will echo in the history forever to come.

A history which has its moral blurred with people trying to understand right and wrong.

It will keep reminding people when a nation is under subjugation everything falls aparts.

The wind carried the stench of burning wood outskirts of Tianjin.

A field long abandoned by crops had been turned into a makeshift execution ground.

The ground was frozen solid.

Not a crow in sight.

Even the birds feared what was to come.

Soldiers stood in disciplined rows, rifles slung across their backs, their boots cracking frost underfoot.

At the center of it all, 128 people knelt, their hands bound, their faces locked in that terrible space between pleading and resignation

Colonel Zhu Han watched the formation silently.

He had not slept.

For nights now, he’d replayed orders in his mind, recited them like scripture, hoping they would start to feel righteous.

But they hadn’t.

"Colonel," said Major Ling, approaching him, his breath visible in the air. "We’ve prepared everything. Orders received from Tianjin public execution, no exceptions."

Zhu nodded but didn’t speak.

His eyes drifted over the kneeling figures.

Some were barely more than boys.

One woman in the second row couldn’t have been older than seventeen.

"They said it’s justice," Ling muttered. "A strong start to the New Year."

"Justice?" Zhu said under his breath. "This isn’t justice. It’s theater. And we’re the stagehands."

From the roadside, relatives began to gather.

Mothers.

Wives.

Brothers.

Children held in shaking arms.

No one dared cross the soldier line, but their voices carried over the snow.

"Liang! Liang, my son! Let me see him!"

"He was clean! He was clean for three months!"

"They lied! They planted it on him!"

A small boy tried to run forward, crying, calling for someone.

A guard stepped in and yanked him back by the arm, making him scream.

One woman collapsed in the snow, clawing at the ground. "Please! Please, take me instead! He only smoked because he was hungry. We couldn’t even afford rice!"

Zhu turned away.

He couldn’t look at their faces anymore.

Inside the barricade, the condemned stared straight ahead.

One man, Zhou Ming, an ex-schoolteacher, whispered to the man beside him. "You think it’s quick?"

"Doesn’t matter," the other replied. "They’ve made up their minds."

Zhou tried to laugh, but it came out as a cough. "Funny, isn’t it? I used to teach children about honor. And here I am, shot like a traitor."

Nearby, a woman murmured prayers under her breath.

Another simply cried, repeating the same name: "Jia... Jia... Jia..."

Suddenly, a boy fifteen at most broke from the kneeling row. "I didn’t even smoke it! It was in my brother’s drawer, not mine! Please! Please!"

Soldiers rushed forward, forcing him back into line.

One struck him across the face with the butt of a rifle.

General Wei Liang stood atop a wooden platform, watching.

Commander Shen approached, a clipboard in his hand. "All accounted for. Execution in ten minutes. Do you wish to make a statement for the record?"

General nodded and gathered everyone attention as he started speaking.

People of China," he began.

"Today we cast out the poison that has weakened our nation. These individuals chose opium over duty, over family, over honor. They were warned. They were given a chance. Today, justice is served."

From the line of prisoners, a man shouted back.

"Justice? I begged for help! I went to the clinic, they turned me away!"

A soldier slammed the butt of a rifle into his side.

"Let him speak," Wei Liang called.

The prisoner gasped, blood in his teeth. "It wasn’t justice when the officials sold it to us! It wasn’t justice when my son died in the alley from hunger!"

Wei Liang did not blink. "Perhaps not. But justice must begin somewhere."

Behind the rows, crying turned to wailing.

Zhu couldn’t take it.

He stepped off to the side, pulling out a cigarette with shaking hands.

Ling followed.

"They’re not all guilty," Zhu said.

"We knew that when we arrested them. Doesn’t matter anymore. Orders are orders."

"A child," Zhu whispered. "I saw a child out there. His file said fifteen. Fifteen!"

Ling looked away. "One less mouth addicted. One less future lost."

Zhu turned to him, eyes full of rage. "Don’t you dare justify this to me. This isn’t a cure. It’s a culling."

The soldiers lined up.

"Ready!"

Down below, a man called out: "Let us write letters! Let us tell our families we’re sorry!"

No response.

Another cried out, "At least let my mother bury me!"

Nothing.

The order rang.

"Aim!"

The condemned fell silent.

Some closed their eyes.

Some muttered last prayers.

A few raised their heads and stared straight into the sky.

"Fire!"

The thunder rolled.

The air cracked like a sheet of iron breaking.

Dozens collapsed at once.

Some twitched.

Others did not.

The blood hit the snow like ink spilled on white parchment.

From the crowd came a scream so loud and sharp it silenced even the soldiers.

Zhu dropped his cigarette.

They reloaded.

"Second volley!"

One girl, still breathing, tried to lift her hand.

A shot rang out.

She fell still.

When it was over, the soldiers lowered their rifles.

Some looked shaken.

One knelt and vomited into the snow.

Wei Liang stepped down from the platform.

Slowly, he walked toward the bodies.

Toward the fallen.

A boy coughed blood.

Soon a soldier approached, raising his rifle to finish it.

"Wait," said Wei Liang.

He walked to the boy and knelt.

"Name?"

"Ji... Jian..." the boy choked.

"Age?"

"Sixteen."

Wei Liang closed his eyes briefly.

Then he took the rifle and did it himself.

On other side the fifteen year old boy had died with his eyes open.

Wei crouched beside him.

Reached out.

Closed them.

He did this again.

And again.

Behind him, Shen asked quietly, "General... should we prepare the next phase?"

Wei didn’t turn. "No. Burn the banner. No more names. No more fields."

He took a deep breath, calming himself down.

"How did we get here?" Wei asked eventually.

"They weren’t all guilty."

"They weren’t all innocent," Wei Liang replied, his voice hollow. "But every one of them was broken." freēnovelkiss.com

In the nearby office, the local administrator sat slumped behind a desk.

"I signed half of those death orders," he whispered. "They came in batches. Clean paper. Clean signatures. I never saw their faces."

His assistant stood at the window.

"Do you think we saved anyone?"

"No," the older man said. "But maybe we scared the ones who hadn’t fallen yet."

Far across the land, newspapers called it a great cleansing.

But in Wuqing, mothers lit incense for sons.

Wives folded empty coats.

Brothers built small shrines from stone and wood.

And Wei Liang, that night, poured himself a glass of rice wine.

He stared at it for a long time before placing it before a framed photograph of his brother.

He’d died of an overdose five years ago.

"You would’ve wanted me to stop them," he murmured.

He stared at the fire.

"I just don’t know if I became them instead."