There is a statue of a dying lion in the small town of Lucerne in the Lucerne region of Switzerland!
It was carved into natural rock in 1821 by a Danish sculptor. An arrow penetrated deeply into the back of the dying lion. The lion looked in pain, with its front paws pressing its shield and spear. The shield had the national emblem of Switzerland on it.
This is a monument built to commemorate the 786 Swiss officers and guards who died protecting French King Louis XVI and Queen Mary when mobs attacked the Tuileries Palace in France during the French Revolution in 1792. It is intended to pray for world peace.
Before the eighteenth century, Switzerland was a country rich in mercenaries. It was mountainous and very poor. Men went to other wealthy countries to work as mercenaries in order to support their families.
These mountain people, brave, simple, tenacious, and loyal to their oaths, soon became the gunslingers in the European mercenary world. Royal families of various countries like to hire Swiss mercenaries, and even the Pope in the Vatican is no exception.
During the Revolution, deserters, thugs, refugees... formed a mighty army to attack the Tuileries Palace. For their own oath, these Swiss mercenaries refused to surrender and attacked the enemy.
786 people defended their oath with their lives, and also completely ended the history of Swiss mercenaries fighting in Europe!
When the world sighed for the loyalty of this force, the Swiss themselves were also reflecting on it. That is to say, since then, the Swiss nationals have collectively made a decision to stop exporting mercenaries to Europe!
That is to say, since then, except for the Vatican Pope who still has Swiss mercenaries under his command, other European countries can no longer use Swiss mercenaries.
Switzerland has embarked on its own development path, and their unique precision industries such as watches and clocks, as well as banking, were developed later.
After the cavalry battalion commander told the unknown history, the eyes of all the officers and soldiers present turned red. Only a few people here had heard of this story, and more people had never thought that there were still people in the Tuileries Palace back then. Such a tragic scene.
"Gentlemen! Back then, the Swiss defended their honor and oath at the cost of annihilation! What about us? Do you still remember the oath we swore to His Majesty the Emperor?"
"The empire has collapsed. Has our oath also collapsed? Has the pride in our hearts also collapsed?"
"Needless to say! Back then, Swiss mercenaries were willing to fight to the death to defend their glory, so why should we be reluctant to part with it! Regardless of success or failure, we will fight to the end!"
The morale of the three reinforced battalions of the Guards was completely ignited as if a bucket of boiling oil had been poured on it. The story of the dying lion spread among the soldiers, and all the officers and soldiers who knew this tragic scene were shocked.
There is so much tragedy hidden under the dust of history, and the motherland is so troubled!
"Distribute all the ammunition... use up all our supplies... there is only tonight, either see the sun tomorrow, or sleep tonight forever!"
The atmosphere inside the Tuileries Palace obviously alerted the National Guardsmen surrounding them outside. After a commotion, the surrounding National Guardsmen finally began to attack.
"Comrades of the Commune! Capture the Emperor's palace, just as we captured the Bastille!"
"Long live the Commune! Liberate France!"
"kill!"
In the first wave of charge alone, two thousand people were thrown into the main entrance of the Tuileries Palace! Wuyangyang's soldiers rushed to the flower bed, jumped into the icy fountain, stared at the rain of bullets from the Praetorian Guards, and launched a charge.
"Fire! Fire! Hold on tight..."
The Guardsmen started shooting through the iron fence, and the bullets rained down fast and densely. The soldiers who were shot in the charging team fell one by one!
The two sides were already furious. The soldiers at the blood station in the commune were at the moment when their morale was at its peak. It was as if they had not seen the sacrifices of their comrades around them.
At the same time, the Louvre was also attacked by thousands of Commune soldiers, but the pressure here was much smaller. The pre-war analysis was correct. When the attacking side was unable to deploy a large force, it could only use refueling tactics to fight upwards. , as long as the defenders organize crossfire, they can easily hold it.
All the windows along the street were opened, and countless rifles stretched out from the second and third floors, firing into the street like hunting rabbits. There was no need to consider accuracy at such a close distance, one shot at a time, and soon the street was a pool of blood. .
Whoosh whoosh... Three fireworks shot up into the sky. In the Bourbon Palace on the other side of the Seine, General Trochu felt his heart tremble, as if someone had squeezed his heart hard.
"It's over! The palace is over! These lunatics are attacking the palace... What are you doing! There is no money and no government officials. This is a country's image project..."
"Crazy, all crazy..."
At the same time, the Chapelle Gate in the north was quietly opened. Outside the dark city gate, there were twenty-five huge black carriages parked in a long row.
All carriages are pulled by two horses, one is a strong Arabian horse. Although the endurance of long-distance running is not very good, the explosive power of short-distance horses is definitely the best in the world.
The dark carriages have been modified. The outside of the carriage is even covered with a thin iron plate, which can block ordinary bullets. The ruts, wheel hubs, and rubber rings are all specially thickened and reinforced.
All the doors were tightly closed, and the windows were covered with curtains from the inside. No one knew what was contained in these several-size-larger carriages.
The driver of the carriage also wore a huge cloak, with his head hidden deep inside, making it impossible for outsiders to see his appearance!
However, the surrounding National Guard soldiers had very solemn expressions, because just five minutes ago, Raoul Rigault, who was covered in sweat and ran away, the commune commander who controlled thousands of secret policemen, came with a humble expression. to here.
He walked to the leading carriage and whispered something in a low voice. Soon the road cleared and twenty-five huge carriages began to drive slowly towards the city.
When the last carriage passed Raoul Rigault, a voice sounded from inside: "At twelve o'clock, the battle in the palace must end!"
"Yes! Please don't worry, we won't waste time!"
After a while, the Commune issued a more severe general attack order to the Tuileries Palace, strictly ordering the attacking troops to end the fighting before ten o'clock in the evening.
The supervisory team went up. These were veterans who had participated in countless armed uprisings. They held guns with murderous hands and stood behind the attacking crowd and shouted loudly.
"The whole army attacks, and those who retreat will be killed without mercy!"
Bang bang bang... gunshots rang out, and several wounded soldiers who were lame and retreating due to serious injuries were knocked to the ground. The supervising team said ferociously, "The injured are not allowed to retreat, even if they use corpses to block the enemy's muzzle. No retreat!"
"Before ten o'clock, the red flag of the commune must be flown at the top of the palace! Attack...the supervising team will press forward. I am invincible to the entire army!"
