The whole city of Paris was completely agitated. Countless workers and civilians poured into the streets, gathered under red flags, and walked towards Père Lachaise Cemetery.
Slogans resounded throughout the sky!
"Severely punish the murderer! Restore law and justice!"
"Hand over Pierre Bonaparte and let the people judge him!"
"Down with Napoleon III! Beat those dirty and ugly nobles!"
"Long live the working class! Long live the citizens! Long live France!"
The slogans came one after another like the tide of the full moon, constantly beating the hearts of the people in the city! The Champs Elysées, Avenue Montemart, Rue de Sèvres, Avenue Saint-Michel... countless main streets in Paris were crowded with demonstrators.
The middle class people and small capitalists on the street looked at the chaos in front of them in horror. They even turned around and ran home. When they got back, they ordered the servants to pack their belongings and prepare to take refuge in the countryside. went.
The owner of the shop, which had just opened in the morning, carefully opened the windows and doors, and looked at the incredible things in front of him. Everyone was stunned.
They didn't know what would happen today, but before he could figure it out, a flyer smelling of ink was thrust into his arms.
"Take a look, dear citizens, the nephew of Napoleon III shot and killed an innocent reporter. He was challenging human rights. This is the most barbaric atrocity in the world!"
"Long live the Republic!"
Following the loud slogans, leaflets like snowflakes fell from the tops of the buildings along the street. All the protest slogans and slogans were printed on them, and the accusations against the French Emperor's atrocities were clearly listed one by one.
On the Champs Elysées, the centerpiece of the city's parade, Vallin and Duval walked side by side, arm in arm, at the front of the parade.
"Long live the Republic! Resist the tyranny of all emperors!"
"Long live the people! Rights return to all citizens of France!"
"Judge these criminals! Give France fairness and justice!"
"Hail to Victor Nova! Revenge for our warriors!"
If these two people didn't shout once, the tens of thousands of workers behind them would shout in unison. This scene was not to mention how spectacular it was.
These two are the highest-level commanders of the labor movement at the moment. At this time, their master is in Brussels, Belgium, and the workers' power in Paris is now completely under their command!
Behind them was the surging crowd. Seeing the surging power released by the working class, the two revolutionaries were ignited with flames in their chests. At that moment, they seemed to see the aloof emperor being burned to ashes by the raging fire!
"Did you see it? Varlan! This is the power of the working class! This is the power of the people!"
"Dear Duval, of course I saw it! I can even see the fire burning on the people! This is the fire of anger that burned the entire old world! Let the whole world see the power of the people!"
"Victor Nova! Our comrade-in-arms, don't leave your spirit in heaven. Take a look at this demonstration that shocked the world! It all started because of you, because it started against tyranny!"
"Your blood will never be shed in vain! Your sacrifice has inspired thousands of people to fight against tyranny. The people will never forget you, and neither will the working class!"
"Carry the coffin! Bring the coffin up! Let our hero go at the front!"
Victor Nova's coffin was carried on the shoulders of eight strong men. These are all carefully selected steel mill workers. They are tall and strong, and most importantly, they are all the same height.
The dark coffin was carried steadily on their shoulders. After hearing the leader's order, the eight workers strode to the front of the team. Surrounded by a red flag, they walked down the Champs Elysees Avenue. central.
When pedestrians on the road saw the coffin being carried out, they were all frightened and ran away. The carriages of the nobles turned around and left when they saw this scene. The entire Champs Elysées became a demonstration for revolutionaries!
The old-fashioned aristocrats and capitalists in the small buildings along the street were so scared that they wet their pants. Seeing tens of thousands of people rushing towards the street, the power that exploded at that moment was simply not something ordinary people could bear!
"Damn it! What are our police doing? Where is our army? Why haven't they shown up yet? Why haven't they suppressed these damn poor people yet!"
"What is His Majesty the Emperor doing? Is he going to bow his head in front of these poor people? Come here, prepare some clothes for me!"
The trembling housekeeper quickly tried to persuade him, "My lord! Going out at this time is not a good choice. All these poor people outside are crazy. They can do anything!"
"Shut up, I'm going to the police station to ask why these fat-headed losers haven't come forward to stop these crazy thugs until now! I'm going to the police headquarters to protest, and I'm even going to the military headquarters to protest... "
Before he could finish speaking, there was a sudden snap and a stone smashed the glass of their house. The housekeeper and he were so frightened that they lay on the ground and trembled.
"Proletarians all over the world unite to fight against these aristocrats and capitalists who oppress us! Get out of your house! Demonstrate with us!" the protesters roared outside the window.
A leaflet wrapped in a stone smashed the glass and rumbled around the room. After the stone stopped in front of the capitalist, the proud man no longer dared to say any words of protest.
"Quickly prepare some tattered clothes for me, I'm going out..."
The housekeeper almost cried when he remembered, "Master... this has already happened, do you still want to go out? The streets are too dangerous. The police station and the military department must have known about this demonstration for a long time. They have not shown up yet." , they must have their reasons, why are you joining in the fun?"
"Stop talking nonsense, who said I'm going to the police station? Find me some tattered clothes, pack up all the valuable things in our house, and run away to the countryside. We can't stay here anymore!"
"What haven't I seen at my age? My father also saw with his own eyes the horrors of the Revolution. The only way now is to escape from Paris and hide in the countryside. Hide as far away as you can and when. The game is over, come back anytime, pack your things quickly, you really can’t stay in this damn place for a day.”
More and more wealthy people are determined to flee Paris because they see something different about this demonstration. The reason is that the scale is unimaginable.
Nearly 60,000 people gathered on the Champs Elysées alone. People upstairs could not even see their heads. Every time they shouted slogans, the ground shook and the windows of the houses buzzed.
The Champs Elysées is just one of them. Thousands or even tens of thousands of people also marched on other major streets. The protest teams have only one purpose, and that is Père Lachaise Cemetery.
50,000, 80,000, 100,000, 150,000, 200,000, 250,000... Now even these working class organizers don't know how many people have come, but one thing is for sure that the number will never be lower than 250,000 people.
Such large-scale protests and demonstrations were enough to completely paralyze Paris, the most beautiful city in the world at the time.
