The criminals who were illegally tried in prison were not the worst offenders. The worst offenders were the illegal newspapers and underground printing plants in the suburbs of Paris.
The first to bear the brunt were the three major illegal publications, Masseille, Democracy and Lantern, which supported Blanqui's ideas. These three newspapers, which had been under plainclothes observation for a long time, suddenly rushed in with countless thugs.
These thugs, armed with machetes, pistols, iron bars, and kerosene barrels, chopped down people and smashed things. The whole newspaper office suddenly jumped up and down.
"Smash! Smash everything! Let you write randomly! Smash everything..."
"Stop! We are a legal newspaper and we are registered!"
"Fuck your registration..." The leading thug hit the editor-in-chief on the head with an iron pipe, and bright red blood spurted out far away.
"His Majesty gave you the temporary license to let you know what is good and what is good! It is to let you know how to advance and retreat! It is not for you to talk nonsense!"
"Dare to spread rumors? That is an illegal publication! Fight..."
The thugs hit the editor-in-chief hard on the head with an iron bar. After four or five blows, the editor-in-chief was beaten to death beside the table, with blood and gunshots spraying everywhere.
Only then did the leader of the thugs straighten up and grab the news draft on the table that had just been written for the first time but had not yet been revised.
"The Battle of East Frisia? The great humiliating battle of the empire? The combined fleet built with a lot of money was completely annihilated? Bastard... you would have published it if you had been a little later, right? Kill them all..."
The angry mob hit the editor's body several times with an iron rod to vent their anger, and kicked the piece of evidence in his arms!
"Brothers! Don't let anyone go, kill them all! Today's bonus is doubled!"
"Long live!" the thugs roared excitedly, and their attacks became darker and more ruthless!
I saw a thug pressing a young female editor on the table and yelling viciously, "Bitch, I let you write! I let you write..."
After cursing angrily, he slashed with the machete in his hand, and finally chopped off the female editor's hands alive!
"Smash! Smash all the printing presses!" The hammer was rounded and smashed down, and the ink printing press was smashed to pieces.
This was simply a one-sided massacre. When the typewriters saw that this was not going to work, their lives were in danger! Forced into helplessness, they picked up the things around them that they could fight with and started to fight back.
"Shoot! Kill these enemy spies! Anyone who opposes the emperor...kill without mercy!"
Bang bang bang... The pistols fired in turn, and the workers in the printing workshop were knocked down one by one in a pool of blood.
The atrocity lasted for half an hour. The newspaper office and printing shop were hidden in the village. A total of more than 60 people were killed!
More than a dozen black-covered carriages stopped at the door, and the mutilated corpses were carried out and thrown into the carriage. The pungent smell of blood made the horses restless and kicking.
"Spread kerosene! Burn everything here..."
A raging fire broke out, and the newspaper office was immediately engulfed in flames. Throughout the night, the Lantern, Democracy and Marseille newspapers were all burned to the ground, and more than 200 editors, reporters and workers were brutally murdered.
What makes future generations even more sad and angry is that no one knows how everyone's bodies were disposed of after they were taken away. Maybe they were buried in a mass grave, or maybe they were thrown into the sea.
The later war greatly damaged the social structure. In the end, no one knew where these violent thugs died. They lost their confessions and left no writing. As a result, even the burial place of these two hundred innocent souls became a mystery. .
Countless descendants can only build monuments at the site of the newspaper office and come here to express their condolences on this tragic anniversary every year!
Montauban's cruel methods immediately shocked the whole of Paris. For a while, even Blanqui's Workers' Self-Defense Forces restrained themselves.
In particular, the tragic experiences of the three small newspapers made other newspapers in Paris feel paralyzed. All bosses ordered their editors to refrain from talking nonsense.
In this sensitive period, I would rather shut up or save my life!
The Queen and the Duke of Baliqiao finally stabilized the situation in Paris temporarily, and the news of the naval battle in East Frisia was suppressed.
Although many people in the private sector already know the news, all newspapers dare not report it, which means that no credibility agency has issued a statement.
This gave the French people, who were anxious to the point of collapse, a chance to have some illusions.
But the calm did not last long. There were always people who were unwilling to be massacred. Just when the Queen reported the situation in Paris to the murderous Emperor.
Blanqui's radical workers took action!
At the moment, the most radical organization in Paris is probably the Blanquists, because Blanqui had experience in struggle, and he participated in many armed riots against the French Emperor.
Moreover, the people who believe in Blanqui are all real blue-collar workers. Most of them are practitioners in heavy industry, and they are all strong young and middle-aged people.
These people are not willing to let people prey on others. When they know that countless comrades have been captured and their lives are unknown, and the newspaper office has been attacked and the flames are rising, these people cannot sit still.
Without Blanqui's order, Theis, a coppersmith by trade, took the lead in launching an armed attack. A total of 150 workers armed with weapons raided a checkpoint in the Montrouge area of Paris.
At 4:45 in the morning, when the entire city was asleep and even the military camps were fast asleep, one hundred and fifty workers armed with sharp knives, iron bars, wrenches, bayonets... and six pistols secretly Approaching the Montrouge checkpoint.
A company of garrison men rested here. Only four sentries were standing guard at this time, and at this time the sentry's attention had reached its limit.
Swish, swish, swish... Several black panther-like figures rushed out of the dark night. Their sharp bayonets pierced the sentry's heart, and their oil-stained big hands firmly pressed the sentry's mouth.
"Comrades! Attack! Kill the Emperor's lackeys! Seize all weapons!"
"kill!"
One hundred and fifty people rushed into the sleeping checkpoint like crazy!
The captain of the Guards was dizzy. He rubbed his eyes and started doing it. The big-ass prostitute next to him was still squirming impatiently.
"Get up! Damn it, why is it so noisy outside! What happened..."
Before she finished speaking, there was a bang, the door was knocked open, and the prostitute who woke up let out a shrill scream!
Ah... Two strong figures rushed over during the cry, and the sharp knives went straight to the company commander's throat!
"Oh God! There is an enemy attack..." At this time, it was too late to draw the gun. At the critical moment of life and death, the company commander grabbed the bright dagger with his bare hands.
The sharp blade cut both of his palms, one little finger fell to the ground, and blood spurted all over the bed!
The company commander in severe pain roared in despair. He kicked the attacker away, but the dagger cut off two of his fingers.
At this time, another attacker had already cut the prostitute's neck with a knife, and then stabbed the officer's waist with a knife.
Ah... The screaming company commander pushed away the attacker like crazy and rushed out of the room with the dagger!
But when he rushed to the yard, he realized that the checkpoint had become a hell!
