The sun is hanging low and night is covering the earth. The citizens in northern Paris are eagerly looking forward to the news of victory. Almost everyone does not doubt that victory will come to Paris tonight. After all, it is 20,000 people fighting 2,000 people. How can we lose? Woolen cloth.
At about seven o'clock in the evening, a fast horse suddenly ran from the north, and on the horse was a soldier from the Self-Defense Forces reporting the news.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way...the army will be back soon...will be back soon..."
"Did we win? Did we win..." Before the soldiers could answer, someone in the crowd cheered excitedly.
"It must be a victory. The cavalry who came back were the cavalry who reported the news instead of the defeated troops who fled... This shows that our army has returned in an organized manner..."
"Long live! Long live the Republic!"
The face of the young warrior on horseback turned red. He didn't know what to say, but these people wouldn't get out of the way without saying anything.
"Anyway... we have no casualties anyway... we really have no casualties..."
The soldiers were right. Of course they had no casualties. Even the hundreds of soldiers who had fainted from heat stroke finally woke up with a few handfuls of cold water.
The citizens who got the answer finally cheered, and they opened a path to let the red-faced soldier leave. There was only one thought in everyone's mind.
We have no casualties, so how can we be defeated!
The old bar has been converted into a temporary meeting room for the leftists. When the soldiers sent the real battle report here, the hall suddenly fell into deathly silence.
The wall clock on the wall was ticking, and Blanqui frowned, "You mean... this battle didn't start at all... you were teased back and forth by the cavalry all day long?"
"Yes...the enemy just feints and retreats again and again, then intersperses and then retreats, or even surrounds and then sets fire to retreat...endless running..."
"All the soldiers had no water to drink or food to eat, and more than 700 people suffered from heat stroke in one day... It was miserable!"
"If Chief Delecreuz hadn't gone to negotiate in person, I'm afraid we still wouldn't be able to come back..."
"No..." Louise Michel, the feminist fighter, jumped up. "There are too many reporters mixed in at Chapelle Gate. Will the interim government take advantage of this to cause trouble?"
Do you even need to ask? Absolutely! The labor leaders present quickly ordered the expulsion of photographers and reporters around the Chapelle Gate, trying to suppress the situation as much as possible.
But it was too late. At this moment, 20,000 Self-Defense Forces soldiers had entered the Porte de Chapelle in a mighty manner. The people cheered loudly. A full 40,000 to 50,000 Paris citizens crowded on both sides of the road to cheer the "victorious" army.
Frankel and Delecluse's faces were flushed with shame. They hid in the team and did not dare to look at the citizens. The soldiers who had worked hard all day were also dejected and silent.
"How was the battle going? How many enemies were killed? How many weapons were captured?"
"Have you found the Prussians? Or are there only Chinese..."
"Where are the prisoners? Where are the prisoners after your victory..."
The more people asked, the more ashamed these soldiers became. They didn't know how to answer at all, they just kept their mouths shut and hurried on!
The National Guard is actually an upgraded version of the militia. They do not have fixed military camps to live in. When troops enter the city, the leader of the troops quickly orders them to disband.
The soldiers at the head of the battalion carried weapons on their backs, lowered their heads and turned around, and ran home, no matter how many people around them asked, they didn't answer.
All this was discovered by reporters sent by the provisional government. They began to record these scenes with smiles on their lips. The printing factory at night was waiting for these fierce materials to be released.
At this moment, a large number of soldiers from the Workers' Self-Defense Force rushed out, "No photography allowed...Everyone disbanded...Restore order...Be careful of enemies sneaking up on the city gate..."
"I'm talking about you, I'm talking about you! No more photos are allowed..."
Only then did people realize that all the news of victory was their imagination.
The people who came to greet us today were all the poor workers living in Montmartre and the East District of Paris. Of course, they would not laugh at or abuse their own troops. When they heard the news that there was no victory, they all hurriedly went home with frowning eyes to comfort themselves after a hard day's work. soldiers.
Not even half an hour had passed, but the Porte de Chapelle was completely silent, leaving only garbage on the ground and the soldiers guarding the city.
"Damn, what's this? Close the city gate, close the city gate immediately... Be careful of enemy sneak attacks!"
Paris spent the whole night in a state of uneasiness. Blanqui and others stayed up all night looking for a way to break the situation. They knew very well that the enemies inside Paris were far more terrifying than those outside the city.
Xiao Letian doesn't kill people, but that doesn't mean the interim government won't kill people!
However, countermeasures cannot be thought of in a short time. The only solution for now is to gather strength and rely on the protection of 300,000 troops.
The attack by Thiers and others was very sharp. Early the next morning, the streets of Paris were filled with placards, and all the ink was directly aimed at the left-wing representatives such as Blanqui.
"The most ridiculous thing in the world! The 20,000 elite National Guardsmen just traveled around for a while and then returned to the city in front of 2,000 Chinese cavalry?"
"Shocking! For the first time in history, a war broke out without any deaths, and it was in Bobigny!"
"What's the conspiracy? Why did the Chinese army just surround but not fight? Is there any secret agreement between the two sides?"
"Who is the traitor? What kind of secret agreement was reached with the invaders?"
A copy of the slogan was posted all over the city. Everyone was shocked and speechless by these sharp words. All the artillery fire was directed at Blanqui and other labor leaders.
There is only one point of attack. You are definitely a traitor. Otherwise, why don't the Chinese attack you?
You can't explain this! It's embarrassing enough that 20,000 people can't defeat 2,000 people, but it's still normal. There are also examples in history of defeating more with less!
But why the hell didn’t anyone die? Is this still called a war? If there wasn't some internal collusion, I would have pulled my eyeballs down for you to trample on!
Blanqui and others had no way of replying after the dirty water was thrown at them. Only then did people realize how powerful the head of state was. Not killing people was not a sign of cowardice.
Not killing people can cause huge rifts within the enemy, or even civil war!
Faced with all the accusations from public opinion, left-wing newspapers and magazines were not to be outdone. They began to analyze this bizarre war from a military perspective, and they began to explain what the differences between the two sides were.
On one side was an elite regular army with sufficient war horses and abundant supplies, while on the other side there were infantry relying on legs and a serious lack of supplies.
Such a gap is fatal in field battles!
As for why the head of state in the East did not order an attack, the explanations given by these newspapers were hollow.
"That's because the Chinese are afraid of the strength of the National Guard. They know they have no chance of winning, so they don't dare to attack!"
This explanation is indeed far-fetched, but there is nothing you can do about it. The leftist newspaper cannot admit that there is a secret agreement between them, right?
Newspapers began to engage in verbal exchanges, and the National Guards across the city also prepared for battle. Montmartre and the East End of Paris began to build street fortresses, and they began to guard against black guns from people with ulterior motives!
In the midst of the storm in the city, Blanqui and others disguised themselves and secretly left Paris!
