Raoul Rigaud laughed with satisfaction, "Isn't this a breakthrough? You still have to rely on your brains to fight! How is the team going to the Île de la Cité? Send someone to urge it immediately..."
The battle at the Tuileries Palace took a turn. The National Guardsmen swarmed through the breaches and rushed into the middle of the Praetorian Guards to engage in bloody hand-to-hand combat.
During the battle, the Imperial Guards performed very bravely and refused to retreat. They defeated the enemy's attacks time and time again, but they were unable to reverse the huge pressure in numbers.
"Crossfire cover...retreat to the palace...even if we fight to the last soldier, we will never surrender!"
The Royal Guards began to retreat into the palace. All the corridors and stairs could be heard from dense footsteps. There were running crowds everywhere, and soldiers carrying ammunition boxes and sandbags shuttled back and forth.
All the windows and doorways on the first floor were blocked with sandbags. All the windows above the second floor were opened and turned into shooting ports for the soldiers.
"Open fire... suppress these madmen... hold on until dawn, the national defense government will definitely come to rescue us..."
Gunshots rang out in the Tuileries Palace, and the gorgeous palace was full of bullet holes. The commune soldiers who rushed in from the main entrance were pressed and beaten out again and again, and then rushed in and beaten out again.
The narrow corridor became a training ground for both sides to fight with bayonets, and there were layers of corpses on the ground!
After this battle, all the commune members who had participated or watched were all shocked by the fighting power of the Guards. No one could have imagined before that these guys who had not participated in many actual battles would actually break out with such terrifying fighting power tonight. .
No one surrendered, everyone fought to the death. No matter how the commune tried to persuade them to surrender, their answer was a fierce counterattack!
The dying lion is also a lion, and the pride flowing from the bones of the nobles is vividly displayed at this moment!
Several times, the supervising teams prepared to attack with gun bags or cannons, but they were all stopped by the senior commanders of the commune. People did not know what medicine was being sold in the gourds, so they could only continue to fill it with their lives.
While the battle was fierce in the palace, chaos also broke out on the Ile de la Cité on the Seine River not far away!
Ile de la Cité is a very famous island on the Seine River in Paris. The world-famous Notre Dame Cathedral and Sainte-Chapelle are located on this island.
Historians have verified that the earliest human settlement tribe in Paris was actually on this island. This small island is the birthplace of the city of Paris. This shows the importance of this island to Paris and even France as a whole.
During the day's fighting, the National Guard of the Commune surged forward and rushed to the Île de la Cité before the garrison could respond.
In addition, there is a large slum on Ile de la Cité, and the poor here are of course the defenders of the commune. They attacked the island from both inside and outside and soon took control of the island.
At this moment, the National Guard on the Île de la Cité was confronting the regular troops on the Left Bank across the bridge, and the majestic Notre Dame de Paris was already under the control of the Commune.
At a quarter past nine that night, the National Guard stationed on the Ile de la Cité received a shocking order. The commander confirmed the order's authenticity only after repeated confirmation.
Five minutes later, three hundred National Guardsmen stormed Notre Dame de Paris. The holy place of religion was no longer exempt from war.
Boom boom... boom boom... The heavy church door was smashed with a loud bang. The bishops, monks, nuns, and the nobles and capitalists who were taking refuge inside looked horrified.
Archbishop Dawabre, the highest authority representative of the Catholic Church in France, stood up slowly. He looked at the door with bright eyes and whispered, "So fast? There is still no way to escape what is coming..."
"Your Majesty Bishop... we... what should we do?"
The priests who had lost the protection of the emperor were all in panic. Surrounding Dawabur were some very high-level priests, and even the heads of dioceses in other places in France.
And those who can take refuge here are all high-level nobles. You can tell by looking at the fabrics of the clothes they wear. They are all top-notch oriental silk.
People suddenly rushed to the bishop's side, looking at the archbishop with fearful eyes!
"Open the door!"
"Archbishop..." people shouted in horror.
"Open the door! Let's not run away from what we have to face!"
The monk opened the thick church door from the inside, and a group of gun-wielding commune members rushed in. The whole hall was filled with screams!
The ferocious-looking commander walked up to Bishop Davabre and said loudly, "I have received the highest order from the Paris Commune and ordered the archbishop and priests of Notre Dame to go to the Tuileries Palace... to persuade the defenders to surrender!"
"Please..." the soldier said and gave way to an alley.
The archbishop came down from the high platform, looked at the soldiers with pity and said softly, "My son... I am just God's preacher in the world. What right do I have to order the army? I'm afraid you have found the wrong person... …”
"Hahaha... I've already guessed that you would say this. I tell you clearly, either you cooperate with the Commune in fighting, or you become the enemy of the entire Paris people!"
"Enemy? My child, you are wrong. In front of God, we are all the same. We are not enemies..."
The compassionate expression of the Archbishop of Dawapur completely angered these soldiers. The leading commander spat in the Bishop's face, "Fart! You are a bunch of vampires!"
"The poor people can no longer take the blame. People who die of poverty and disease are dragged out of Paris every day... What were you doing at that time? You were the emperor's lackeys, cooperating with them to exploit the poor!"
"Stop pretending here, I just want to ask you if you are going?" After saying that, he put the pistol on the Archbishop's forehead.
"No..." The crowd rushed forward like crazy. The monks, nuns and devout refugees used their bodies to isolate the archbishop and soldiers.
They used their bodies to protect the Archbishop of Dawapur!
Faced with all this, Dawapur still sighed with pity, "Child... you have too much resentment in your heart... I admit that you have suffered a lot in life... but remember, all this is also... This is the path you must take in life..."
"Fart! Fart..." The more compassionate the archbishop looked, the angrier the soldiers became. The commander ordered on the spot, "Arrest them all! Arrest them all!"
The soldiers rushed forward and tied up the nobles, capitalists, monks, and nuns with ropes. Suddenly, the cathedral was filled with cries.
"Take them to the palace... Aren't these the best human shields? Take them away, take them all away..."
Notre Dame de Paris was captured, and hundreds of people who took refuge became prisoners of the Commune, being led by ropes through the streets toward the Right Bank.
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