The sky has collapsed and the earth has collapsed. The whole of France has turned into a vacuum of power. The big cover of the French Emperor was suddenly overturned, and these previously suppressed forces suddenly stirred up a storm.
Launching a coup is not a simple matter. It is a very complex and huge project, even a precise science.
People who don’t know the ropes only know how to fight and kill, shout wildly on the streets, and even smash, loot, and burn. People like this are destined to be victims of the revolution.
That’s it for the so-called cannon fodder!
The real top people always have their eyes on the key nodes of power, and many plans have been made long ago.
Blanqui's whole body was in high spirits, and all his hair seemed to be glowing at that moment!
"Charlie Longue, Louis Michel... you two quickly resumed the printing work of all our newspapers and immediately moved from the underground to the sunshine. Now no one can stop us from carrying out propaganda..."
"At the same time, Michelle, you are going to negotiate with all the newspapers in Paris to get us the most space..."
"The army is the top priority, Varlan... You immediately take the Workers' Self-Defense Force to find General Trochu, and be sure to respectfully invite him to our camp..."
"Duval...immediately mobilize our National Guard and let them take over all arms and supplies warehouses immediately! Especially the cannons, especially the cannons..."
"You have all seen this Franco-Prussian War. The Prussians relied on artillery to achieve such a wild victory. We must not let go of the power of the God of War!"
"According to our established plan, seize all material warehouses in advance... We now have 300,000 people, and the enemy only has 180,000! We will definitely succeed..."
"Yes, yes, yes..." One after another, the leaders of the labor movement received orders to take action and set off quickly. This was an action that had been rehearsed many times in advance. What they missed was the opportunity in front of them.
Blanqui couldn't help clenching his fists and unclenching them, clenching his fists and unclenching them again... He was constantly relieving his psychological tension.
"And the police force...and the police force...how do we control it, how do we control it..."
At this moment, a cold voice sounded from the corner, "Teacher, leave this task to me. I have a way to control the police in Paris!"
"Raoul Rigaud? Yes, yes... you have a lot of experience in confronting the police. You are the most suitable person to handle this matter... How many people do you need?"
"Just give me a hundred people!"
"One hundred people? How is this possible?"
"Hehehe... It's very simple. I have plenty of ways to deal with those guys!"
One hundred core members of the Workers' Self-Defense Force protected Raoul Rigaud as he disappeared on the street.
Newspapers are the throat, the army is an institution of violence, material warehouses provide money and food, police agencies provide control...what is still missing, what is still missing...
"Damn it, I'm so old, I've forgotten the first task, Parliament!"
"Immediately organize citizens to surround the Parliament and march to the Tuileries Palace immediately! Our voices must be heard throughout Paris... During the reconstruction process of the Parliament, we must get the most seats!"
"Send a thousand men to attack the prison and rescue all our imprisoned comrades, especially Rochefort, who must be allowed into the Parliament..."
Blanqui grabbed his hat and put it on his head. He pushed away the people in the tavern. At this moment, the streets were filled with excited people. These workers who supported him had become fanatical.
Blanqui raised his hat and shouted, "Brothers and sisters of the proletariat! The empire has collapsed and the French emperor has become a prisoner!"
"Our era is about to begin. Now... let us march toward victory, toward Parliament, toward the Tuileries Palace. We want to take back the rights that should belong to us!"
"Long live!" The crowd suddenly burst into joy, and the barrel that had been suppressed for a long time was finally ignited!
Paris was completely plunged into violence. Blanqui led his supporters to walk on the street with their heads held high. This time no police or military police dared to stop them. Even the plainclothes surveillance officers did not know how to come. where it goes.
The streets and alleys were filled with running crowds, shouting at their throats to spread the latest news throughout the city.
"Napoleon III surrendered...the French Emperor was defeated!"
"The empire has collapsed...all 100,000 troops have been captured!"
"Citizens organize...take to the streets...rebuild our government!"
All the doors and windows were open, and all kinds of people had different expressions on their faces. Looking around, the whole city was enveloped in an excited mood.
There was a stream of people pouring out of almost every alley, and they were walking towards the center of Paris. Blanqui had not yet arrived but the vanguard had already arrived at the Tuileries Palace.
The Tuileries Gardens were filled with angry crowds, and the palace guards armed with guns outside the iron fence had no idea what was happening. They stupidly stayed at their posts.
"Idiot! The French Emperor has surrendered... Queen Eugénie has already escaped, why are you still here...
"Come in, storm the Tuileries...burn the flag!"
The angry people grabbed hold of the cast-iron patterned railings and began to shake them desperately. More workers even began to push and push the iron gates, making harsh crashing sounds.
The soldiers behind the iron gate were so frightened that they could not tell the truth from the false, but they knew that the queen had gone to Versailles this morning.
"Open the door... You are also sons and daughters of France. The despicable Bonaparte family has abandoned you. Aren't you still waking up?"
In the end, the imperial guards guarding the palace did not dare to fire. They only heard a loud bang from the iron gate, and half of the door was pushed open. Thousands of citizens swarmed in and chased these soldiers to pieces.
"What should we do? Sir, what should we do..." the soldier roared desperately in the crowd.
"Damn it... retreat to the duty room... wait for the latest order... God, are there any latest orders? Who should we listen to!"
The magnificent Tuileries Palace is the home of the Bonaparte family. After two generations of emperors, it has become the most luxurious palace in France.
There is glittering gold everywhere, the wall lamps on the walls are all gold-plated, and the crystal chandeliers on the ceiling are carefully crafted by Italian craftsmen.
The murals on the ceiling are endless, and the oil paintings and sculptures on the walls are all works by famous Renaissance artists.
Of course, there are more portraits of the Bonaparte family here. Huge oil paintings of two generations of emperors hang on the walls. People even saw the precious coronation picture of Napoleon.
"This is all the dregs of the feudal emperor, smash him..." At that time, some crazy citizens picked up the ink bottles and tried to smash them on the oil paintings.
A middle-aged man wearing glasses in the crowd screamed in fright and immediately grabbed his hand!
"Are you crazy? Art has no borders and does not distinguish between friends and foes... This is a work of art and the wealth of the entire French people. No one is allowed to destroy it!"
"We are here to declare our sovereignty, not to destroy works of art!"
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