The sky has gradually dimmed, the farce at the Bourbon Palace is still going on, and the commune is still giving orders regardless of whether there is a response.
Of course, it was reasonable that there was no response. Blanqui and the others did not expect that these people would turn around and support them. After all, the commune did not come to power through parliamentary elections.
But Blanqui was confident. He knew that what the whole of France needed at this moment was a military victory. This was what he was betting on. As long as Paris won an exciting victory under the leadership of the Commune, then even if it was a legally invalid They can also gain great popularity if the government is reorganized.
victory! victory! What the Commune was betting on was military victory!
But their fate was really unfortunate. Just after seven o'clock in the evening, General Trochu, who was in a coma due to high blood pressure, actually woke up in a certain barracks.
The old general felt that his temples were dancing, and his heart was pounding like a drum!
"How's the situation outside?"
"It's... not bad... General, you need to rest now..."
"Tell me the truth! This is an order!" Trochu roared with a livid face.
"Yes! The Paris Commune launched a rebellion, invaded the Bourbon Palace, announced the dissolution of the Provisional National Defense Government without authorization, and announced the takeover of power..."
"At this moment... at this moment they are issuing notices throughout the city, and are sending official letters to all government departments taking over the rights... and they are also saying that they will launch a breakout in three days to make our garrison obey the order!"
"Bastards!" Trochu slapped the bed and struggled to sit up. "They are all bastards! The Provisional Government is the only legal government. Who dares to dissolve it?"
“Does the National Assembly even take it seriously?”
"Immediately send troops to suppress it...arrest Blanqui and the others, and liberate the Bourbon Palace first!"
"Yes! Complete the mission resolutely!"
After all, the army is an army. Here, the inheritance from superior to subordinate is very important. Soldiers will naturally follow the orders of familiar commanders. Trochu ordered 50,000 Paris garrison troops to rush into the streets.
The army drew five huge arrows in Paris, four of which began to block the connection between Montmartre and the Bourbon Palace, and another large arrow approached the Bourbon Palace.
The mobilization of tens of thousands of troops frightened the citizens of Paris. The torrent of steel rushed neatly on the streets. The people who had been shouting slogans hysterically just now turned around and hid in the alleys.
The small buildings on both sides of the road are closed, and no one knows how many people will die tonight.
When the 10,000 regular troops saw the gate of the Bourbon Palace, the members of the commune couldn't believe their eyes at first, and then they saw the regular troops starting to bayonet them.
"It's broken! Trochu has mobilized his army to kill us... Run away!"
It was already 10:30 in the evening. Since the army did not respond when the commune announced that it had taken over power, more than 100,000 marching citizens thought that the situation had been resolved safely.
In the evening, these tired and hungry citizens began to disperse and go home to rest. By ten o'clock, no more than two thousand people were busy inside and outside the Bourbon Palace.
Facing 10,000 regular troops armed to the teeth, these few people were not enough to fill a gap in their teeth. When the commander gave the order to charge, the group of commune members immediately dispersed.
The streets and alleys were full of escaping workers. The soldiers rushed up and knocked over one after another with their guns. Then they tied their hands and feet with rough hemp ropes and threw them aside like animals.
The Palais de Bourbon was soon liberated, the tricolor flag flew again, and then the Paris garrison began searching around the Palais Bourbon.
"Seize Blanqui... seize Rochefort... seize these members of the left... they can't escape!"
"Sir, there are no leftist officials in the Bourbon Palace!"
"Continue to expand the search scope! Such a large-scale riot cannot be without a commander, and the commander cannot be too far away..."
"They are around us, they must be!"
Boom, boom, boom... the houses around the Bourbon Palace were smashed open one after another. Amid people's screams, soldiers rushed in and searched the houses.
The French commander guessed correctly. Blanqui and others were currently directing operations in the attic of a house fifty meters outside the Bourbon Palace.
When they saw the soldiers starting to search along the street, they quickly climbed onto the roof and retreated.
These working class people indeed have very rich experience in struggle. They are walking on equal ground in the labyrinth-like city of Paris. One moment they run wildly on the rooftops, and the next they walk into the attics of unknown people's homes.
There were even some secret passages leading to another neighborhood, and then through the basement and sewer system... After walking around for more than an hour, they were finally out of pursuit of the army.
This was really a thrilling escape adventure. At the most dangerous moment, Blanqui and others were walking carefully on the roof of a house, while hundreds of regular troops were on the street below them.
At that time, if these soldiers raised their heads a little, they would be able to see these fugitives in the darkness!
In the night, gunshots gradually rang out, which was when some bloody self-defense members began to attack the regular army. The Paris garrison was not to be outdone and quickly counterattacked, and the bloodshed began to expand.
However, it was the sound of gunfire in the distance that attracted the attention of the soldiers at his feet. Just when Blanqui was about to be discovered, those soldiers moved towards the place where the gunfire rang out to support him!
It wasn't until daylight that Blanqui and others used the underground sewer system to escape to Montmartre!
At this moment, Montmartre has turned into a murderous hedgehog!
There are layers of sandbag walls on the street, behind which are captured Napoleon cannons. The black muzzles of the guns are pointed at the French army outside.
The streets are full of National Guard soldiers who are ready for war. This is a very mixed force, including old people in their forties and fifties, young children with immature faces, and even women among them...
These soldiers with firm eyes looked at the murderous French army on the opposite side without fear of hatred!
"Asshole! Your guns are not aimed at the Prussian invaders outside the city, but at your own people. You are indeed with the traitors!"
"Bazin surrendered, and now you are going to massacre the people of Paris again? Are you going to show your courtesy to your German masters? Let's all die... Bah!"
At this moment, 40,000 regular troops have blocked the four main streets and have formed an offensive formation. After all, they are trained regular troops. They do not react at all in the face of provocations and scoldings. They just wait quietly for orders from their superiors!
Gambetta returned to the tavern at the headquarters and said with lingering fear, "Trochu's ability to control the army exceeded our expectations. Yesterday's action was too risky..."
At this moment, someone ran in from outside. "Sir! Congressman Thiers is here. He said he was here to mediate the conflict..."
"Oh? He's here...let him in...remember to be polite!"
