Faced with the sudden and forceful intervention of the regular army, the National Guards of the commune suddenly became a little panicked. However, many people were still lucky and believed that the provisional government would never hurt itself in the face of a national crisis. You must know that the two armies had cooperated together before. Breakout battle.
"Don't be afraid...these soldiers are here to scare people...if they can't defeat the Prussians outside the city, they will bully our people..."
"Everyone...aim...shoot!"
The commander of the garrison didn't even talk nonsense this time. He gave the order directly with a ferocious face. The French troops on the long street half knelt in the front and stood in the back, and the two rows of rifles opened fire at the same time.
Bang bang bang... the bullets rushed towards the unsuspecting self-defense team members, and the first ones were knocked to the ground immediately.
"Damn it! These bastards shot... fight back!"
Bang bang bang... The National Guards are not vegetarians. The weapons in their hands are no worse than those of the regular army. The two sides opened fire across the street.
Conflicts are never formed in a day. Outsiders may think that bloody conflicts are just accidental, but in fact there is such necessity!
The working class in Paris wants to seize power. This is an unchangeable fact. Their life is too difficult, and the huge gap between rich and poor makes them unable to survive.
Why demonstrate? Why violent revolution? Why can't we reconcile with the French Emperor? After all, they really can't survive.
The meager income cannot even provide basic food and clothing. Children have no right to education. They cannot afford medical treatment when they are sick. They are injured and disabled at work but there is no compensation at all...
Living in the filthiest slums, life is always about knocking down one wall to make up for the other. Pawn shops are the places they often visit!
In contrast, there is the arrogant and lustful life of the aristocratic capitalists, who are poor and have no place to stand, but are wealthy and have thousands of mansions! Paris is home to wealthy people from all over France, and those people sometimes live just one or two blocks away from the slums.
Whenever these poor people pass by those rich areas, they are always shocked by the scenes there, such as beautiful snacks in the windows that are like works of art, and long dresses that are too gorgeous to be believed.
The gentleman who stepped off the carriage was not covered in dust, and the tips he took out were all golden coins.
The cost of a dinner in a big hotel is enough for a poor family to spend half a year. How can such a gap between the rich and the poor not be hateful?
Hatred never accumulates in a day. Since the beginning of the industrial revolution and the emergence of the working class, this kind of differentiated contradiction has continued to accumulate, and it has continued to ferment and eventually turned into mortal hatred.
You must know that the two sides have seen blood before. During the French Emperor's reign, these workers took to the streets countless times to demand increased wages, reduced working hours, and disability pensions...
In the eyes of workers, these are obviously their natural rights, but what do they get? It was deportation, arrest, or even massacre!
It was also from that moment on that Blanqui and others chose the path of armed riots, and fought against the French Emperor to the end!
The French Emperor fell, and after a short period of cheers, the leftist forces suddenly discovered that their problems had not been solved. It turned out that the capitalists and dignitaries would still be hard-pressed to give up their wealth without the French Emperor, and they would still ignore the legitimate rights and interests of the workers.
It's just because of this patriotic war that the contradictions were temporarily suppressed!
It's a pity that paper can never keep fire. The continuous failures coupled with today's unusually low and cold weather made both sides lose their patience.
Despair permeated the working class, and they kept discussing in private, who can save this country? The French Emperor was defeated and surrendered at Sedan!
Marshal Bazin surrendered in Metz with more than 100,000 regular troops!
Even the royalist MPs and most of the nobles in Paris fled to Versailles and surrendered!
Why does France have so many soft bones? Why did everyone surrender? Even General Trochu, who has always avoided fighting, what is he thinking about?
"Surrender! These capitalists and dignitaries are all weaklings. They are willing to sell the rights of the motherland for their own interests. They have never been patriotic, they only love money!"
"Even if France is completely defeated by Prussia, their interests will not suffer any losses. All the compensation will not be paid by all French citizens!"
"The little money they have lost at the moment will definitely be earned back tenfold or a hundredfold in the future...even! Even these traitors have already received huge bribes from Bismarck. They just want to betray the country and enrich themselves!"
"Brothers and sisters! Comrades! For France... move forward!"
The battle horn sounded throughout Paris, and all twelve districts of Paris were in chaos. The National Guard, which had long been prepared for battle, began to attack the regular army.
This is no longer a demonstration or a riot in the general sense, this is an armed seizure of power!
As expected, the Prussian troops outside the city stopped shelling and all military operations. Only the Zeppelin took the risk to observe the situation in the sky and gather intelligence from the north.
Trochu's request had already been sent to Bismarck's desk. The shrewd iron-blooded prime minister immediately ordered a halt to all military operations and immediately met with representatives of the royalist party who were temporarily living in Versailles. He wanted to select some people to serve as Trochu. Xu’s representative in negotiations.
Bismarck and Moltke put on their woolen coats, braved the cold wind and climbed up to the high observation tower, looking at Paris, where smoke was already burning in the distance.
"Okay, okay... I have finally waited for this day! Paris is in pieces, France is finished!"
"Immediately call Prince Carl, no matter what, we must defend the Loire River and block Gambetta in the south. As long as Paris surrenders, this war will be considered our complete victory!"
Xiao Letian in the north of the city was also paying attention to the civil war in Paris. He listened to the increasingly intensive artillery fire in the city and sighed, "The cannons have been fired! It seems that they are serious... Hey, it's over, France is completely Ruined!"
"The foreign enemies have not retreated, but the civil war has started again! Irreconcilable conflicts can only be resolved through bloody conflicts... Haha, now we have to see who can betray the country faster!"
"Whichever force is the first to receive funding from foreign forces will win the final victory... It's sad and deplorable!"
Opportunities of course come to those who are prepared. Just when Trochu gave up resistance and prepared for peace talks with Prussia, an ordinary black carriage arrived from Versailles, protected by nearly a hundred mercenaries.
The Prussian army checkpoint quickly surrounded the team of unknown origin, but they saw the pass issued by the Chinese troops. Opening the car window, a gentleman smiled and said, "I want to see Prime Minister Bismarck, so I want to say that French Member of Parliament Thiers wants to If you want to see him... don't worry, the Prime Minister will definitely meet me!"
