Snap, the gun went off!
The bullet that came out of the barrel hit the heart of the tall worker, and blood spurted out like an arrow, spraying on the tall war horse in front of him. The irritated war horse sneezed regularly.
The sound of gunshots suddenly silenced the chaotic scene!
Everyone looked at the scene in disbelief. They saw the tall worker covering his heart with his hands, a look of unwillingness in his eyes, his knees softened and he fell to the ground, then leaned forward, bang. He fell to the ground with a sound.
The surrounding police officers were also stunned. They looked at the smoking muzzles and shouted in disbelief, "Are you crazy? Who gave you the order to shoot? The order from above prohibits us from shooting. Once the situation is critical, only Can use a baton!"
"Damn it, I don't even dare to use a saber, how dare you shoot?"
At this time, all the workers on site became angry! Over the years, scenes of cruel and bloody repression have emerged again and again.
Since the French Revolution, in the past few decades, the working class has revolted countless times to demand their rights, but the kings and nobles have suppressed them time and time again with cruel and bloody methods.
How many predecessors died on the road of revolution. The road of revolution paved with blood inspires generations of subsequent generations!
Today's march of 250,000 people was bought with the blood and lives of countless working class people!
Originally, this morning's peaceful demonstration had given everyone hope!
Everyone thought that Napoleon III had indeed bowed his head. The concession of these policemen gave them hope of peace negotiations!
But this gunshot shattered everyone's dreams. It turns out that the ruling class will always have the same face. When a conflict occurs, they will still kill people!
Suddenly a shrill cry broke out from the crowd, and the sharp voice pierced the sky: "Killing! Napoleon III ordered killing again! Blood debt must be paid with blood, brothers must pay with blood!"
At this moment, people had forgotten why the conflict started. Their minds were filled with hatred from the past. Crazy workers rushed forward and started to fight back against the police.
Don’t think that just because the union leaders say they won’t be allowed to carry weapons, they really won’t. Workers who have seen the ugly face of the Paris police have long since stopped believing these hypocrites.
More than half of the workers had some kind of weapon hidden in their pockets or boots. Sharp daggers, heavy hammers, and even big greasy wrenches from the factory were secretly brought out.
Just now, everyone only used their fists and no weapons, but now that the police dared to shoot first, they couldn't take care of that much.
For a moment, countless cold weapons flashed across the conflict scene, and sharp daggers pierced the war horses' necks.
Xi Lulu's screaming war horse fell to the ground, spurting blood. The rider's femur was broken by the war horse, and he howled miserably on the spot.
"I represent the working class, and I will end up killing you!" A heavy hammer hit the mounted policeman's head so hard that his buttocks were already smashed out.
"Surround, surround! Surround all these damn policemen and take action! Don't let any of them go!"
The primitive bloodthirsty instinct of human beings has been completely activated. As long as they see blood in the conflict, everyone will lose their minds. Seeing their friends lying in a pool of blood, the anger of revenge will burn in their chests.
"Get out, our brothers, get out quickly!" The old police officers on the periphery roared loudly, pulling out all the colleagues who were trapped in the enemy's lines one by one!
The mounted policemen in the crowd turned their horses' heads and tried desperately to squeeze out, but the horses that were trapped in the siege were not that flexible. Soon, all the famous cavalrymen were dragged off their horses and turned into pulp by the fists and kicks.
"Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! You are a bastard. Who asked you to shoot? Look at how chaotic the scene has become!" The old police officer cursed loudly at the officer who fired.
"Wait, who are you? Which police station are you from? Why have I never seen you?" The old police officer was experienced and he discovered the problem at a glance.
He has worked in the Paris police for nearly 30 years. It can be said that there is no police officer in this area, including those in neighboring areas, who he does not know.
But he had never seen the policeman who had just fired. He was a completely unfamiliar face.
"I don't know you! Which police station are you from..." Unfortunately, before the old police officer could finish his question, more than a hundred crazy workers had already surrounded him.
"Don't let any of them escape! Blood debt must be paid with blood!" The angry roars of more than a hundred people overwhelmed the old police officer's doubts.
"God! Don't do this, we have fallen into a trap. I know what happened..."
Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, a dagger was stabbed into his left rib. The severe pain interrupted his subsequent words. He clutched his ribs in pain, and red blood slowly flowed from the gaps between his fingers. of flowing out.
As he lay dying, he watched the policeman who fired the gun quickly run away into the alley, looking back and grinning grimly as he ran.
The old police officer saw the disdainful look in the killer's eyes. He finally understood what happened, but it was already too late. His vision went dark and the body fell heavily to the ground.
At this time, the peaked hat who asked for help finally returned with a large force.
More than 300 workers were running behind him, and all the workers were angry.
"Look, look, look! These police are massacring our workers. Some of the cavalrymen are actually swinging their sabers. Listen to the gunfire, there are police shooting!"
At this time, the policemen no longer cared about the ban. In order to save their own lives, the cavalrymen drew their sabers and the policemen with guns drew their sabers.
Amidst the gunfire, workers were knocked to the ground one after another!
Kill! It did not make the working class flinch at all. Instead, they puffed up their chests and pounced on them even more bravely!
"Death will never defeat our courage! On the road of revolution, I am willing to be that moth that flies towards the flames. Comrades! Go forward! Rush forward and avenge our brothers..."
The worker who was shot in the abdomen struggled to support his body. He raised his left hand high and stretched it forward like a tiger's claw. He wanted to continue fighting even if he was shot!
"Revenge! Dear comrades, leave me alone...charge forward...charge forward, take revenge!"
The sharp saber came through the air and cut his throat with one blow. The blood sprayed on the ground, bright red and dazzling. This heroic scene completely angered the comrades who came to support the workers!
"Revenge! Revenge! Revenge...kill these sons of bitches!" The peaked hat led the crazy workers and rushed forward crazily. The two armies quickly merged and swallowed up the remaining 40-odd policemen. .
Just like a huge wave crashing on the beach, the policemen quickly turned into a few small blood flowers in the waves of people without even emerging.
