Xiao Letian's words came true. At this moment, the situation in Paris was already in unimaginable chaos. News of the French Emperor's defeat spread throughout the city, and all the citizens went crazy.
All forces took action. The republicans supported by the capitalists had taken the lead in launching the action under the command of Thiers. They blocked the telegram messages and secretly summoned the parliamentarians to gather at the Bourbon Palace.
They want to take the lead in convening a parliamentary vote before Blanqui can react. They want to choose the cabinet team that is most beneficial to them.
Although Blanqui and others got the news later than them, they had the advantage of having a large number of people. All the labor leaders came out in force and tried every means to seize the power institutions.
The secret door hidden in the house was opened, and the underground printing factory that had not seen the light of day for many years finally saw the long-lost sunshine. Workers with high revolutionary enthusiasm brought out rolls of news printing paper one after another.
Flyers with a strong smell of ink began to be plastered all over the streets.
"All citizens, come together...Motherland is bleeding, join the National Guard, and let us resist the evil Prussian invaders together!"
"Facts have once again proven that emperors, generals, ministers and those aristocratic capitalists cannot be trusted. They will not have any kindness except betraying the country..."
"Proletarians unite... for our rights!"
"Bread, milk, sausages... We want more spacious rooms and a better education for our children!"
This time, no one stopped these people from posting flyers. The police and plainclothes policemen who usually littered the streets seemed to have disappeared overnight.
Louis Michel was mainly responsible for media propaganda. He not only opened all underground printing plants, but also opened warehouses and mobilized all inks and printing papers.
The work of her propaganda machine was not over yet. She led self-defense forces armed with guns to break into all influential newspapers in Paris and demanded that they provide free space.
"The motherland is in crisis, and everyone must contribute to the revolution and the motherland... From today on, all newspapers must leave a full page space for the working class..."
These well-known newspapers in Paris all have their own pride, and when they heard this, they all stopped working. "Why! We have freedom of speech, and we have our own standards for how to publish our pages..."
Crash... there was a sound of a gun being pulled. Before these editors could finish speaking, the National Guard soldiers with guns pointed their weapons at them.
Louis Michel said coldly, "These are extraordinary times. Everyone must contribute to the motherland, otherwise they will be punished with treason..."
Crime of treason? Who will judge? Who has the right to judge? The newspaper editors were dissatisfied, but looking at the soldiers with ferocious faces, they did not dare to speak.
The gray-haired old editor stood up and said, "Don't worry, I will leave space for you... But I also want to remind you that we are just a newspaper, not a violent organization..."
"If you ask for space, I'll give it to you... If someone comes to ask for it in the future, I'm afraid we won't be able to refuse. I hope you can understand our difficulties..."
Michelle nodded, "I can sympathize with you, but don't worry, France will restore order in a few days... We will definitely be the winner by then!"
Seeing this group of unreasonable soldiers leave, the young editors gathered around their seniors and started talking in dissatisfaction.
The old editor sighed, "Don't fight these people... they have guns! The sky in Paris is dyed red with blood now, don't risk your life!"
"From today on, those who are willing to stick to the newspaper office can stay... If anyone has connections in the countryside, I suggest you leave Paris and hide for a while..."
"Don't worry, for those who leave the newspaper now, I will keep your positions... You can all come back when there is peace..."
Hiss... everyone gasped, "Are you going to close the newspaper? Is the situation serious enough?"
Haha... The old editor had seen the hard way. He just sneered and sighed without saying anything.
Of course, the situation has become so serious that it is out of control. After all, Michelle is a woman. His actions are at least a little warm, but other labor leaders are not so easy to talk to.
After fighting against the empire for so many years, the leaders of these movements have seen countless bloody suppressions. Many friends and relatives have died under the emperor's butcher knife, and they have accumulated countless grievances in their hearts.
Duval was responsible for the task of plundering arms warehouses across Paris. He also received the command of the largest number of soldiers. More than 30,000 National Guardsmen rushed to more than 30 arms warehouses.
This has been detected a long time ago, Duval only needs to follow the picture to find out!
"Quick, quick, quick... The front is the Porte Blanchon, where a total of eighty-five artillery pieces are stored... Our army needs artillery, and we must capture Camp Blanc immediately!"
Paris had a city wall in the 19th century, and most of the gates of the city wall were stationed with soldiers and the best arms warehouses. The goal of these National Guards was the family fortune left by the French emperor.
By this time, the bad news had also reached Camp Brown. The defenders of a battalion had long been frightened. They didn't know where to go, or even where their immediate commander was at the moment.
The Duke of Montauban could not be found, and General Trochu could not be contacted. Although the regimental commander and division commander of his immediate superiors could be contacted, they were all ants on a hot pot and had no idea what to do next.
It was even said that two division commanders had secretly escaped with their families and escaped from the chaotic Paris.
A battalion of French troops became directionless flies, hiding in the barracks in confusion and looking at the chaotic city, helpless.
What worried them finally happened. More than 3,000 members of the National Guard suddenly swarmed out of the city gate and charged towards the military camp.
"Come in... take over the warehouse... Anyone who dares to resist will be killed without mercy!"
Duval rushed to the gate of the military camp and actually climbed to the top of the fence himself. He held the wooden fence with one hand and waved the red flag with the other.
"The French Emperor has become a prisoner, and you no longer have an emperor... Now you are citizens of France just like us!"
"No one will ever give you orders to massacre civilians again...The revolution has broken out and the people will eventually be in power!"
"Give up the arsenal...we can protect your lives!"
"Those who dare to resist...will be killed without mercy!"
The total number of soldiers stationed at the arsenal was less than 400, while there were more than 3,000 crazy National Guard soldiers outside the camp.
These soldiers were already crazy. They held their rifles high and roared wildly. The songs of Marseillaise kept coming and going, earth-shaking. Looking at such a crazy posture, the faces of these regular soldiers turned pale.
"Surrender! Surrender! Surrender..." More than 3,000 people clamored outside the camp gate.
