"Raise the red flag and announce to all Paris that the palace is under our control..." Many members of the commune rushed into the palace holding red flags.
But at this time, Raoul Rigault's war supervisory team appeared. They blocked the main entrance of the palace and prohibited all soldiers from rushing in.
"Everyone is here, stand at attention! Assemble...take the team away!"
"Why? The palace has just been captured, and we haven't gone in to take a look yet..."
The palace has always been a forbidden area for the common people, and they will never get a chance to see it in their lifetime. Although the empire collapsed and the queen escaped, the people once stormed the palace and ate up the dinner left by the queen.
But within just a few hours, these people were expelled by the government's troops, which meant that only a few people were lucky enough to see the palace.
What a great opportunity this is today. The palace has been captured by the working class. Among the tens of thousands of National Guard soldiers present, who wouldn’t want to go in and open their eyes?
However, Raoul Rigaud strictly ordered all the National Guards to withdraw, leaving only the commune's war team to guard the place.
The order was given without any room for bargaining, and these regretful National Guardsmen began to clean up the battlefield. They collected the bodies of their comrades and swept away the loot outside the palace.
And more troops gathered and began to evacuate to other neighborhoods!
It was already half past ten in the evening. Just as the team was evacuating, a carriage team from the north suddenly emerged from the darkness. If it weren't for the kerosene lamps on the left and right sides of the carriages, these teams might have collided with these carriages. .
"Who is it?" shouted the officer leading the team.
"Back off! Shut your mouth!" Riding towards him was one of the leaders of the commune, Delecluse.
Seeing that the dark-faced leader of the commune actually personally escorted this group of carriages, the officers who asked questions immediately stepped aside in silence.
No one knows what this mysterious convoy does, just look at their huge carriages, which are half a size larger than the carriages that usually pull goods in the factory.
However, during the bumps, people could see the faint light of bayonets inside through the gaps in the car curtains. It looked like they were all troops.
Zuo Dachaofeng has vomited three times. He has never ridden in a carriage before, but this is the first time he has ridden in such a dark and enclosed carriage. In addition, the soldiers in the carriage are all big smoke pipes, pungent second-hand smoke. The smoke made him dizzy.
Next to Zuo Chaofeng was commando captain Wang Chen. The boy blinked his eyes and suddenly said, "Sir, I have a secret recipe that can cure motion sickness. Do you want to try it?"
"What...what secret recipe..."
"It's simple. When you're not paying attention, I'll use a needle to look at the fleshy part of your butt and prick it hard... Don't worry, you won't be dizzy by then!"
"Shit! Why don't you stab yourself?"
"I'm not motion sick, why should I prick myself... Don't worry, it will definitely work. Come on, come on, brothers, grab his hands and feet and let me prick him..."
"What do you want to do? Get out...get out of here...let me go..."
The car suddenly became playful, but no one dared to speak out and kept whispering.
But strangely enough, after making a few jokes and changing the topic, Zuo Chaofeng's mind really stopped spinning. At this time, the carriage suddenly stopped, and the light of fire was reflected outside the carriage.
"Everyone...get out of the car!" General Luo Huo's voice rang.
Everyone did not dare to neglect to open the carriage and file out. When they jumped to the Tuileries Garden on the left, a thick smell of blood hit their faces.
The soles of his feet were sticky. Needless to say, he had stepped on blood. The big shopkeeper kept feeling disgusted, but Wang Chen slapped him on the back and said, "Divert your attention. Don't think about these things." …Think of something you like!”
"This is the Royal Palace of France! Remember, everyone must be careful about what they say and do. We only have six hours..."
"Stop talking and get to work right away... Within six hours, we can load as much as we can, and we must fill these twenty-five carriages!"
"More than six hours, if we take one more thing, they'll shoot us!"
"Check your pocket watches. It's eleven o'clock sharp. At five o'clock in the morning, everyone must retreat to the carriage and leave... Do you understand?"
"yes!"
Two companies of special forces, together with a group of experts hired by the head of state at high salaries from Berlin, including several high officials snatched from the Forty-Nine City, rushed in towards the Tuileries Palace.
This was the agreement between Xiao Letian and Blanqui, and this was the last transaction. Xiao Letian exchanged the supplies of six steamships for the treasures and cultural relics in the French Palace.
But that's not all, Blanqui is not that stupid. After bargaining, the two parties finally settled on six hours.
During this period, you can take as much as you can. This will not only test your physical strength and organizational skills, but also test your good eyesight.
Which baby is the most valuable and which is less valuable? No one can give you the answer. It depends on your own eyes and luck!
In fact, Xiao Letian was not sure that Blanqui would accept his conditions, because he knew very well that a person like Blanqui was essentially a nationalist, and secondarily a class fighter.
Convince a nationalist to agree to sell off his country's artistic treasures? This is almost an impossible task.
But Xiao Letian did it, because Blanqui had to bow his head because of the changing world.
No one should pretend to be confused. Blanqui knew the current situation in Paris very well. Civil war was definitely going to happen. If there had not been the failure of the previous breakout battle, the two sides might have been able to cooperate for a longer period of time for a common enemy.
But that defeat completely shattered people's illusions. Both the left and the right already understood that the country was in doom and the Prussians had completely controlled the situation.
Tens of thousands of fresh troops died on the battlefield, and Paris no longer had the strength to break out!
When both the left and the right are controlled by despair, when they no longer have a common hope, then the conflicts that were previously suppressed can no longer be controlled.
Coupled with this year's unusually cold winter and heavy snow, the resources of the city of Paris have become the focus of competition for all forces. If you want to survive, you must grab more supplies.
What if you can't get it? There is only one way, and that is to trade secretly with the forces outside the city!
Blanqui had no choice. No matter how good the cultural relics were, they could not be used as food, and the supplies of the six steamships could keep the commune going until the beginning of next spring.
The choice between life and death is actually not difficult to choose!
