Inside the window of the checkpoint barracks, a Guardsman wearing pajamas was crawling on it with a desperate look on his face, blood stains on his hands everywhere.
They looked at their commander with horrified eyes. They wanted to open their mouths and shout something, but all they spit out was blood. Just behind the soldiers, the two attacking workers were stabbing wildly with bayonets. The company commander could even see the bayonets piercing his back. The bloody and ferocious tip of the knife was exposed on the chest.
The entire barracks turned into a hell of massacre. The company had no mission today, so except for the soldiers standing guard, everyone else fell into a deep sleep. They were caught off guard and were stunned by the attackers.
The man couldn't find the gun, and the gun couldn't find the soldiers. The commander was attacked and seriously injured immediately, and the soldiers were no better.
Some soldiers even had their heads split open with axes while they were sleeping, not to mention their throats cut with sharp daggers.
It was a one-sided massacre, and two-thirds of the soldiers had already died before they even pulled the bolt.
"Kill! Leave no one alive... Collect all weapons... Prepare to retreat!"
The coppersmith Tais was directing the battle in the yard with a murderous look on his face, holding a pistol. When he looked up, he saw the Guards officer covered in blood.
"The emperor's lackey! The wild wolf raised by the capitalists! Go to hell..." Tais raised his hand and fired a shot. The bullet hit directly between the eyebrows, and the body of the company commander who had just escaped fell to the ground.
"Hurry up! Hurry up... Don't alert the defenders near the city wall... Hurry up, hurry up..."
The gunfire finally rang out, and the attackers snatched rifles and bullets from the corpses of the French soldiers. The armed workers' troops quickly completed the entire killing. In less than fifteen minutes, not even a company of the Praetorian Guards was killed. In sleep.
The beds in the barracks, the bathroom, the floor, the playground, the armory... there were blood stains and corpses scattered everywhere. After the battle, the attackers did not forget to use bayonets to touch up the corpses.
Hatred has made everyone lose their minds. Every time they stabbed them, they shouted from the bottom of their hearts, "Damn lackeys, I let you massacre the working class, I let you attack the newspaper office!"
"Go to hell! The raging fire of revolution will eventually burn up your dirty souls!"
Tas waved his pistol and shouted, "Don't waste time, put all the weapons and ammunition on the carriage, let's retreat quickly!"
At this time, Paris, France still had city walls, and the camp attacked was only about one kilometer away from the city walls. The gunfire during the attack had already alerted the defenders on the city wall.
The lights were on, the sirens were blaring, and troops were already gathering in the distance. Tas knew there was no time to waste, so he raised his leg and kicked the person who whipped the corpse.
"Damn it, go move things right now! Follow orders!"
Rifles, bayonets, ammunition boxes... and even military rations were transported to the carriage by the workers. People stumbled in the darkness, some even tripped over the corpses, and the whole box of bullets hit the carriage.
Crash... the golden bullets poured down like a waterfall, rolling everywhere!
"Stop picking it up! There's no time!"
"The wounded soldier gets on the carriage, and the others run to follow... hurry up!"
Bang bang bang... Bullets were already flying over in the darkness in the distance. Tais and the others did not dare to neglect, leaving the last bit of supplies and quickly fled, finally disappearing into the darkness.
After a while, a battalion of French troops rushed to the post. Everyone was shocked when they saw the scene in front of them!
"Thugs! What a bunch of beasts!" the battalion commander was furious. "Spread out the pursuit! Arrest people from all the surrounding villages and interrogate them one by one! I don't believe they don't know about it!"
The furious soldiers rushed to the surrounding villages and towns, and soon there was a panic, and sporadic gunshots were heard. That was when they discovered a small group of resisting workers, and the two sides had exchanged gunfire. .
When the sky was just getting dark, the queen who was in charge of the country was woken up. In the hall, Montauban and senior officials from the police department were waiting for the queen.
When Eugenie heard the news that thugs had attacked the checkpoint, her face was deformed with horror!
"Rebellion! Really rebellion! Do these thugs want another revolution? Don't they think enough people have died?"
"Whose people did it? Whose people did it?"
Montauban frowned, "There were only two seriously injured survivors at the scene. According to them, the attackers were all dressed as workers... Now it seems that the only possibility is Blanqui's people!"
"These anarchic lunatics have been quietly hoarding arms and weapons. They are the most threatening group of people!"
"What should we do now? Her Majesty the Queen, you must make a decision! Suppress them, we can't let them continue to be so arrogant..."
Eugenie listened to the chaotic opinions of the people around her, and her heart was scratching her head! Of course she wanted to order a suppression, but how many soldiers did she still have available?
Napoleon III left more than 100,000 people behind, but in order to make up the expeditionary force of the United Fleet, nearly 20,000 people were removed from these city defense forces!
More than half of the remaining troops will be reserved to build defense positions against Prussia in the east of Paris. Only 30,000 to 40,000 people can really be used to control the entire city.
But the population of Paris has reached one million. Once such a large city is completely suppressed, will 30 to 40 thousand people be enough?
The queen became confused. At this moment, the attendant outside the door knocked on the door, "Your Highness! The Archbishop of Dawapur is here! The Archbishop is here..."
"Please!"
Archbishop Davabre is the general head of the Catholic Diocese of France and a confidant sent by the Pope. He can be said to be the last line of insurance to stabilize Paris now.
The archbishop hurriedly walked in, but the queen had already stood up and hurried forward to greet him. She took the initiative to salute the archbishop and humbly kissed the bishop's hand.
"Bless you, my child!" The archbishop made a sign of the cross on the queen's head. "My child, the situation is very critical, so I will get straight to the point!"
"Blanqui just sent me a letter. He clearly stated that this attack was not his order, but the people below did it without authorization!"
"Blanqui proposed that for the sake of the overall interests of the country, the two sides should cease fire! The police department released all imprisoned workers, and he strictly ordered all workers to restrain themselves!"
"Enough blood has been shed, and the enemy is approaching Paris step by step. Is a civil war going to break out now?"
Everyone in the hall looked visibly relaxed after hearing this. "Really? Blanqui really said that? Those people are all liars, can we believe it?"
"All our soldiers from the company are dead! Is this going to end like this? Let them hand over the culprit and pay with their lives! Then we can talk about a truce..."
"That's enough!" the queen growled. "Anyway, Blanqui is right. The Prussians are approaching Paris step by step, and now we can only call for a truce!"
"Dear Archbishop! Tell Blanqui that I will release him today, but they must stop all violent actions... In addition, the newspapers they control must stop publishing, and they cannot talk nonsense without my order!"
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