How could the Archbishop not regret it! In fact, Blanqui sent this information, which was a great opportunity for the French Emperor and the working class to temporarily put aside their disputes and choose peace talks.
Blanqui and the others first offered an olive branch. If Napoleon III was willing to lower his dignity and negotiate with the workers' representatives, the situation in France would definitely be much more stable.
At least it can buy him a few years of buffer time.
But fate played a big joke. The news was delivered one day late, and a big surprise occurred.
Blanqui's olive branch was shot to pieces by Napoleon III's nephew, and now the entire working class in Paris has become agitated.
The hatred was extremely pervasive, and they would not listen to any nonsense from the King of France at this time.
In a dirty underground tavern, ironworker Duval was sitting on the table, delivering an impassioned speech to the densely packed workers' representatives in the tavern.
"Brothers of the working class, have you seen this? This is the true face of the ruling class. They ignore human life and the law. How dare they massacre our journalists without trial!"
"It's just that Victor Nova questioned his constitutional reform in the newspaper. Doesn't it mean that the people have no right to express their opinions? Should we just let the emperor deceive and exploit us at will?"
"No! You can't!" The worker representatives around the table raised their fists angrily, smashed the tin wine glass on the table, and sprayed cheap beer everywhere.
"Just because of a doubtful report, Victor Nova died tragically at the gunpoint of the enemy!"
"Organize! Let's organize. Tomorrow is the day of funeral for Victor Nova. Let's mobilize our power and organize our working class and all kind-hearted Parisian citizens to take to the streets. Let's bury our hero together!"
"Action, action!" The workers present cheered collectively again.
Just outside the tavern, the police agent had already overheard the entire speech. When he heard that these workers were organizing a demonstration tomorrow, the agent threw his cigarette butts on the ground, turned around and disappeared into the darkness with striding steps. !
Soon he met his immediate superior, the police chief of this neighborhood, on another street.
"Reporting to the chief! I have found a base where workers secretly gather. These damn poor devils are preparing to take to the streets to demonstrate tomorrow! Director, what do you think we should do? Should we arrest them?"
"Bullshit! Catch that! Who do you want to arrest? Who do you want to arrest? No one is allowed to act without permission tonight!" the director growled.
The director's face turned pale. Who dared to arrest people at this time? Not to mention that he didn't dare to do it, not even the King of France dared to issue this order today. Because there are so many secret meeting workers in Paris, so far there are 13 secret meeting places in the block he is responsible for alone, where troublemaking workers are gathering.
"You idiots, please be alert at night! Don't make these poor people unhappy. This matter has become too big. All the workers in Paris have started to join forces. There are too many people. Got it!"
"Our military and police strength is simply not enough. Unless His Majesty the Emperor is determined to send troops to suppress them, we are simply no match for these people."
The police chief was right. If he encountered a small secret gathering of dozens of people on a regular basis, he would rush forward without hesitation, arrest all the illegal gathering members and put them in jail.
But what about today? The underground tavern in front of me was already packed with more than 200 people, most of whom were workers' representatives.
And almost every one of these worker representatives was able to quickly organize hundreds of workers and ordinary citizens.
There are more than a dozen such secret gatherings in his own jurisdiction alone, which means that if you dare to touch these people, they can organize tens of thousands of crazy demonstrators in this neighborhood that night.
In the final analysis, the White Terror Reign is about the majority bullying the minority. The side with more people and guns in their hands will naturally brutally suppress the other weak side, but if his opponent suddenly becomes stronger, he can easily tear them into pieces. after.
The so-called reign of terror immediately turned into a joke. At this time, it was not the working class that was afraid, but the military and police who had always been bossing around.
Paris was sleepless for a whole night. Except for the neighborhoods where nobles and wealthy businessmen lived, all the remaining slums and civilian areas were mobilized.
The underground gathering that was usually very well hidden has now become semi-open. This is Chi Guoguo's provocation to the entire Paris military and police.
According to incomplete statistics from the Paris Police Department, there were more than 300 secret meetings held at the same time that night. The mobilization of all the police forces in Paris was not enough, and reinforcements were even requested from the War Ministry.
But I never expected that at the critical moment, the Ministry of War would be silent, and all the requests from the Police Department were rejected. There was only one reason... the big shot in the Palace of Versailles was silent!
Political veterans with a sensitive sense of smell have all realized that this is a change in His Majesty's attitude. It seems that the Emperor is going to change his policy of suppressing the working class. It seems that he is going to change it to appeasement!
Gambetta was on the terrace of his home, looking at the restless Paris night sky, circling back and forth excitedly, "There was no sound of gunfire, no light of fire, no sound of big leather boots chasing people all over the street..."
"What did Napoleon III want to do? Did he change his temper? Did he change his cruel rule and become a gentle gentleman?"
"No, no, no, this is absolutely impossible. At that age and being very stubborn, how can he change his temper?"
"There must be other reasons that I didn't guess, there must be other problems that I didn't guess! God! Could it be that Napoleon III is determined to launch a war? He must reach a peace agreement with various factions before the war. ?”
"There is only one possibility, only one possibility! Napoleon III is bowing to the working class. He wants to create a relatively stable domestic environment before the war. This must be the case. There is only one explanation... "
Hey...Gampida let out a long sigh, "How did the national destiny become like this? What a great opportunity to mediate domestic conflicts! Why did that stupid guy Pierre Bonaparte mess up everything? He is so One shot will ruin the hard work of many people, you idiot pig!"
Gambetta's guess was not wrong at all. That night, Napoleon III formally issued an order to the Imperial Military Department and the General Staff, requiring the French Empire to conduct extensive and comprehensive preparations for war.
The clouds of war have gathered over Europe. It seems that Napoleon III has made up his mind!
