The bloody battle in the Tuileries Palace has reached its most critical moment. Both sides were completely furious. Out of a desire to protect the ancient building and the treasures inside, neither side used heavy weapons.
The only weapons of mass destruction were the kerosene lit in the garden. Once the war entered the palace, both sides became even more hesitant to use heavy firepower.
The National Guard relied on their large numbers and rushed in like a tide, while the Praetorian Guards, like the wounded lion in Switzerland, stuck to their promise and fought bloody battles with the enemy in every room without giving up an inch of ground.
After all, they are still dealing with a group of ordinary people. As long as their lives are really at stake, the regular army still has the upper hand. They often pierce each other with bayonets, leaving a few corpses on both sides, and then the National Guards disperse in a hurry.
Run to a safe area, reorganize the formation and launch another attack under the threat of the supervising team.
Rushing in, being killed again, charging again, another brutal hand-to-hand fight, a full hour passed, the first floor of the palace was covered with corpses, but the commune only occupied one third of the room.
Such combat efficiency made Raoul Rigault, who was supervising the battle, feel angry. The repeated urgings from the headquarters in the rear area made him as anxious as an ant on a hot pot.
"Idiots! Trash! They are all a bunch of wimps... How come there are only more than a thousand showman soldiers, and they still can't kill them all? If I give you one more hour, we won't be able to capture the palace, so all your troops will die!"
"The great cause of the commune depends on tonight! If we fail, we will all die!"
Amidst the angry curses, a figure suddenly moved in the direction of the river embankment. Countless soldiers came over surrounded by a group of people, "Report to the commander, the hostage of Notre Dame has been captured. Please check, sir!"
"Got it! Great..." Raoul Rigaud ran over excitedly and saw a familiar face at a glance.
"Hahaha... It turns out to be the Archbishop! I'm so sorry that I frightened you tonight! But in order to save fewer lives, you should work hard!"
"The palace defenders refuse to surrender, and I ask you to personally persuade them to surrender..."
"You don't need to say anything! I'm just a person of God spreading the gospel in the world. I don't have any right to order the army. You can kill me, but I'm powerless..."
"Hmph... It's not up to you. Since you don't cooperate, then push them all in. I'll see if those people dare to shoot!"
"Let the human shield clear the way!"
"Devil! You are all devils! You will go to hell, go to hell..." The people around the archbishop began to curse.
Raoul Rigault sneered and said, "Devil? Hell? Haha, the place where I lived since I was a child is hell. The powerful people I met are all devils!"
He jumped on the ammunition box and shouted to the surrounding commune members, "Comrades! Why do I see hesitation in your eyes? Do you also have doubts about our cause?"
"Don't be deceived by the hypocrisy of the enemy. These people who look compassionate on the outside are extremely vicious on the inside! These lackeys of the Holy See follow the emperor to prey on the people. Don't you know?"
"These damn priests are the emperor's black army. They raise boys and girls in the church and treat them as ***** in the name of education. Such tragedies abound!"
"Look at how fat they all are. They drink the most expensive wine, enjoy delicacies that we can't even imagine, and live in the most gorgeous church..."
"But these people tell us to be patient and accept our fate. They also say that all human beings are guilty and need to atone for their sins!"
"Fart! This is no longer the Middle Ages. There are no indulgences here! You can never have any more privileges!"
“Fighters of the Commune, imagine the mass graves in Lachaise Cemetery, where the bones of our compatriots who were killed by the Emperor during years of demonstrations are buried!”
"Have we all forgotten this bloody feud? Don't care about the identities of these liars, just push them away!"
Raoul Rigaud succeeded in dispelling the last hesitation among the National Guardsmen. These soldiers pushed and pushed all the men and women in the cathedral to the front line of the war.
When the commander in the palace saw it, he gasped, "Oh God! Stop firing! Everyone stop firing...it's the Archbishop!"
"And Baron and Madame Mignel? Bishop of the West End? Sister Lisa? Damn it, these devils actually pushed people from the church out as human shields... Stop shooting!"
The team of supervisors now showed off their power. They rushed to the front line brandishing pistols. "People inside listen up and surrender immediately, otherwise we will shoot a prisoner in ten minutes!"
"Hahaha... I will push them into the palace right away. Let me see if you dare to shoot!"
"This is the last chance for you. Surrender and I will guarantee your safety, as well as the safety of these Vatican liars!"
"Surrender immediately in ten minutes! Hand down the gun and not kill!"
At this time, the palace was completely in chaos. The three battalion commanders and several surviving company commanders met urgently.
"How many of us are left now? Have we counted them?"
"We have already counted them, and there are still a little more than 700 that can be fought..."
"Hiss...half of the brothers...are gone?"
"It's gone, and our ammunition has also been exhausted. Now there are only more than fifty boxes* left..."
What to do? Everyone knows that this war can no longer be fought. France is a devout Catholic country. Whether it is an empire or a republic, it spares no effort to promote the spread of Catholicism.
The Vatican Pope also respects France very much and has given orthodox guarantees to the rights of all French kings. Even the Papal State relies on the French army to protect it.
The Praetorian Guards are all palace guards, all of noble origin. In addition to being loyal to the emperor, more importantly, they must be loyal to the Catholic Church!
The Archbishop of Dawapur was pushed out and used as a human shield. These guards were immediately dumbfounded!
"Gentlemen, I really can't stand by and watch the Archbishop die in front of us... I can only surrender now. Although I am unwilling to do so, there is nothing I can do!"
"Damn it!" Everyone stamped their feet and beat their chests in annoyance, but the situation was already like this, what could anyone do?
"The people outside the palace retreat and make room... We can surrender, but please imprison the archbishop with us!"
Even in prison, these guards must try their best to protect the bishop's safety!
The supervising team outside whispered a few words, and then the troops quickly retreated, leaving an open space the size of two basketball courts.
The white flag finally floated out, and the 700 Guardsmen came out one after another and formed a neat queue in the garden of the Tuileries Palace. Everyone held their heads high, and there was no sign of a loser!
