The flyers flying all over the sky are like goose feathers and snow, like butterflies in flowers, flying in the streets of Paris!
The National Guard soldiers on the ground, the garrison soldiers with long guns on their backs, and many policemen and plainclothes people in the alleys were all running like madmen, their sirens beeping loudly.
"The crowd disperses! Don't read the enemy's leaflets! Anyone who disobeys the order will be punished for collaborating with the enemy!"
"Asshole, why are you flying so fast...send a few people on the roof to collect all the flyers!"
Propaganda will always be controlled in war, and the enemy's remarks must not disrupt the morale of our own people. Scenes like this are no stranger to Paris!
But the atmosphere today was extremely strange. When these ordinary leaflets fell into the hands of soldiers and police, their expressions were as if they had seen the head of Medusa, and they were instantly petrified!
"Bazin surrendered? The city of Metz fell? Hahaha... is this a joke?"
"Have the Prussians run out of lies to tell? Can such a lame lie be made up? Burn it, burn it all!"
These soldiers and policemen were so frightened that they were sweating. They couldn't care less and lit piles of bonfires on the street and threw these leaflets directly into them.
The citizens of Paris reveled all night last night. They celebrated the news of Orleans' victory. People were so drunk that many people rolled in the dirty alleys and lay on the ground and slept all night.
There are still smoking bonfire ashes everywhere in the streets and alleys. The charcoal fire inside is still red, and the flyers turn into raging flames soon after they are thrown on them.
The drunkard who had woken up from being roasted stood up dizzy, "Has the celebration started again?"
"Go away..." The plainclothes guy went up and kicked the drunkard to the ground like a ball. He spun around several times. When the drunkard got up from the ground, a leaflet wet with sewage was lying on top of him. under his nose.
At that time, all the alcohol in his body turned into cold sweat and flowed out, "God! God! Bazin has surrendered, and the city of Metz has fallen!"
"All the 170,000-strong army surrendered unconditionally! God, France no longer has an elite regiment, it's all gone..."
The irritated drunkard ran like crazy on the street, yelling crazily as he ran. Several plainclothes men behind him chased him like dogs, but they couldn't catch up.
Paper can't contain the fire, that's for sure! There were a total of 80,000 leaflets on the Zeppelin. How did you collect so many leaflets? How to ensure that none of them slip through the net?
Some of the flyers flying in the wind fell on the streets, some in the alleys, and some even went directly into the windows of the houses. After a while, the whole Montmartre was in chaos.
People crowded into the streets and asked each other in disbelief, and all the military and police officers began to refute the rumors and directly pointed out that this was a Prussian conspiracy.
It was unclear whether it was a conspiracy or not. Anyway, the Zeppelin was still traveling from north to south. After passing Montmartre, the airship soon saw the Tuileries Palace and the Louvre.
This is the heart of France. Zeppelin glared hard, grabbed two handfuls of leaflets with both hands and threw them down.
"French guys, are you still fantasizing? Metz is now Paris tomorrow! Surrender early and you will save fewer lives!"
"Back then, Napoleon Bonaparte entered Berlin with great power, but today I, the German Zeppelin, are flying over your heads to drop leaflets!"
"I'll see if you continue to collect it. I'll see if you can collect it and go there... Bah... I'll exhaust you stinky bitch!"
The soldiers left behind at the Tuileries Palace watched leaflets flying like snowflakes on their faces, with expressions uglier than crying!
The situation could no longer be concealed. The airship had already dropped the leaflets at Notre Dame de Paris on the Île de la Cité. Even General Trochu in the Palais Bourbon and the Capitol saw this horrifying scene.
He opened the window and nervously watched the Zeppelin flying overhead. After a while, the door to the room was knocked open by the guards.
"General...it's not good...the enemy has sent out leaflets...Metz has surrendered, Marshal Bazin surrendered unconditionally!"
With a snap, the pipe fell to the ground. General Trochu suddenly became dizzy. The world in front of him was spinning, and he was about to fall to the ground in a flash.
The guard rushed over and helped the old general, and then he saw that the old general's eyes were full of tears.
"Treason! This is treason! Treason... Bazan, you are treason!"
"The last elite regiment in France, the last...the last one!"
"What's going on with our motherland? What's going on..."
"The front leg overthrew the Empire, but now it's good that all the legions left behind by the Empire have surrendered... None of the legions left by His Majesty the French Emperor has been left to the Republic, not a single one!"
During the Franco-Prussian War, France was really miserable to a certain extent! These politicians who are good at internal fighting have completely divided the country's emotions and completely turned the world's second largest military power into a capon!
Xiao Letian made a prediction before the war, "This Franco-Prussian War was actually just a war between Napoleon III's faction and the entire German Federation..."
'The early stage of the war was not a war between the entire French nation and the entire German nation at all! All the French Emperor used were his own private armies, private armies that were completely loyal to him and secondarily loyal to the empire! '
What wealth did Napoleon III hold? In addition to the wealth plundered from the country and colonies, there are half a million private troops belonging to him.
This powerful legion, which is only loyal to the Bonaparte family, has the best weapons and equipment, the most rigorous training, and the richest practical experience!
If we analyze the quality of individual soldiers, one such French veteran can fight against 1.5 Prussian veterans!
Five hundred thousand of the French Emperor's private army are going to fight against the entire German Allied Forces. How many nails can you drive no matter how elite you are?
Just like the Sino-Japanese War of 1894-1894 in Xiao Letian's previous life, that war was actually Japan using all its strength to attack a Beiyang group.
You, Li Hongzhang, are using your own wealth to fight against the entire armed Japanese nation!
The truth is actually the same. In the end, Li Hongzhang lost, and now Napoleon III also lost!
But historical experience also tells us that selfish people and those who sit back and watch the fight between tigers will not escape punishment in the end!
If Li Hongzhang's Beiyang lost, then the entire Qing Dynasty would have to fall into the shame of failure, and the entire Qing Dynasty would have to pay compensation and cede territory together!
Now that Napoleon III has lost, the emerging republic will never be able to escape punishment. In the end, the person who pays the bill must be the entire French nation!
Of the 500,000 French emperor's veterans, 100,000 surrendered in Sedan, 170,000 surrendered in Metz, and half of the remaining 200,000 were scattered among the people, without even the basic organization.
The remaining half became cripples in the wounded barracks and nameless corpses in the graves!
The 500,000 troops are completely destroyed. From today on, there will no longer be any soldiers for this emerging republic!
What do the 180,000 garrison troops in Trochu's hands count? Compared with those 500,000 elites, they are just a no-name among the no-names!
"You are harming the country! You are harming the country! You are harming the country with your angry youth!"
The scenes before and after the war appeared in front of Trochu's eyes, and then his blood pressure soared and he fell into a coma completely.
