This was a group of National Guardsmen wearing blue work clothes, numbering four to five hundred people. They rushed from a hidden position to the platform of the bastion, shouting and charging at the Prussian special forces who were blossoming inside.
"Kill! Kill all the invaders!" The rifle bayonet flashed.
"Grenade! Shotgun..." The special operations team commander was busy and without hesitation, quickly giving orders. The team members lit the grenades on their chests and threw them towards the densest crowd.
Boom boom boom... The black smoke of the explosion rose in the crowd, and then large-caliber shotguns began to shoot. This type of shotgun that made a muffled sound has been improved, and the standards of ammunition have been unified. The iron sand is fine and dense, and its lethality is powerful.
Every shot can knock down a group of workers' self-defense troops!
But these new forces are already desperate. On their own land and in their own capital, they have no way out!
Faced with the overwhelming firepower advantage, these Self-Defense Forces soldiers continued to accelerate their charge until the teams from both sides collided alive.
In the sky, Zeppelin rubbed his hands anxiously. He watched helplessly as the soldiers below were peeled off layer by layer like onions. His ears were filled with the sounds of bayonet collisions and screams before life was lost.
"Put down the rope... Save each one for one..."
The six ropes were thrown down again, and the commander of the special operations force knew that there was no other choice. The enemy was getting more and more reinforcements, and they were already trapped in a human-sea battle.
"I'm coming to the rear... The youngest will get on the airship first... Damn it, veteran!"
In the ring defense, the youngest soldiers have priority to survive. They are pushed on the rope and quickly climb up, while the airship is also losing altitude.
One after another, the soldiers escaped onto the airship, but the last remaining ones were surrounded by French legions!
"Leave us alone...retreat...otherwise you won't be able to leave..."
Before he finished speaking, several French workers' self-defense members actually grabbed a rope. Someone followed it and tried to climb up. The soldiers on the airship immediately opened fire.
Amidst the screams, the self-defense members fell into the crowd. At this time, more French soldiers grabbed the rope, "One, two, three... pull! Pull this damn airship down... Everyone works together..."
Suddenly, the airship was pulled by a huge force from below, and the entire pod tilted!
"Go quickly! Cut the rope...go quickly..." the desperate veteran shouted, the bayonet on the opposite side pierced his chest, and blood spurted on the face of the French army in front of him.
The Zeppelin mission finally failed. The bastion in Paris was completely different from the bastion in Sedan. The scale of the bastion here was so large that the soldiers transported by an airship simply could not control such a large area.
The tearful soldiers cut the ropes, and the airship escaped from the restraints and flew higher into the sky. Only thirty of a company of special forces members made it out alive.
When the airship flew higher into the sky, Duke Zeppelin realized that their defeat was not unfair at all!
At this moment, countless National Guard soldiers were supporting the Porte du Chalente. This bombardment unexpectedly united the hearts of the people of Paris. The regular army and the Self-Defense Forces gave up their differences and officially came together side by side.
The front line was tight, and Montmartre immediately sent elite troops to support them. The number of reinforcements behind the Charenton Gate was at least 40,000.
Looking at the Prussian attack outside the city, the charging soldiers had already reached the first trench, and some of the trenches had been breached. Soldiers from both sides fell into brutal hand-to-hand combat.
The battle line changes inch by inch, twisting together like teeth, and lives are wasted extremely cheaply. If one group dies, another group will rush in.
The sound of gunshots, shouts of death, explosions, and the sound of cold weapons clashing together are enough to frighten anyone who has never seen it before!
As expected, many National Guard soldiers were vomiting wildly while fighting. Although they had seen dead people on weekdays, a few scattered corpses were nothing compared to the entire Shura battlefield.
What is a battlefield? That is, in every inch of soil around you, you may find human fingers or broken corpses, and a piece of exploded intestines can be hung on a flag and flutter in the wind!
The redness of the blood, the blackness of the internal organs, the paleness of the bones... these are put together to form a real war!
Old Maoqi from the rear calmly looked at everything in front of him. He had seen too many such scenes in the telescope!
"Hehehe... The battle lines are at a stalemate? It doesn't matter. I don't want to end the battle today anyway..."
"In a metropolis with more than three million people, how can there be enough food for 300,000 people? What I want is not victory, but effective killing!"
"Let the front line hold on for another quarter of an hour, and let those arrogant Self-Defense Forces come up with reinforcements...the artillery is ready!"
The French side continued to increase its troops, and the density of French troops around the Charenton Gate quickly began to increase. The Prussian army was unable to face the pressure of numbers and could only slowly retreat step by step.
When the French saw that the fight was going smoothly, they were even more happy and encouraged to increase their troops quickly. However, they did not expect that the cunning Prussian army had already prepared a feast for them.
Tick tick... The bugle of the withdrawal sounded. The Prussian troops on the front line fled back like a tide, and the French army cheered!
"Get out of here! You savages!"
"Shoot, shoot! Kill them like rabbits..."
Bang bang bang... These French troops even jumped out of the trenches and fired at the retreating Prussian troops. Individual figures in the distance fell to the ground, causing the French troops to burst into laughter.
But before they were happy enough, there was suddenly a thunderous sound of cannons in the distance, and then a black shadow flew over like a locust in the sky.
"Oh God, it's not good..." Before he could finish his words, hail-like shells were tilted on the position of the Charenton Gate.
Boom, boom, boom... there were flames everywhere, the air waves from the explosion rushed up to the top of the city wall and the bastion, and the sand and corpse fragments fell down like rain.
These untrained National Guardsmen didn't know where to hide. They suffered heavy losses in this bombardment. Everyone was stunned!
In ten minutes of shelling, more than 3,000 people were killed at the Charenton Gate, and hundreds more disappeared. The massacre shocked the whole city, and Paris was filled with tears that night.
Old General Trochu looked at the battle report with tears in his eyes, "I have advised you a long time ago... decisive battles in the field are all the work of professional soldiers, and they are all technical work..."
"You can't win by being brave and courageous...but you just don't listen. You just don't listen, life and death, hey..."
The massacre at the Sharon Gate was like a bucket of cold water poured on the heads of Blanqui and others. At this moment, they all fell silent!
"Teacher...are we...are we still cooperating in the attack?"
"The arrow has to be fired. The situation has reached this point. Is there any choice? Do you think there is any choice?"
"Prepare a carriage for me, I want to leave the city..."
