Gambetta's resignation statement has not yet been telexed to Paris. This suffering city has gone completely crazy. General Trochu's declaration of surrender completely angered the frantic Paris citizens, especially the poor civilians, who were completely out of control.
All the streets and alleys were full of demonstrators. They could no longer be regarded as normal demonstrations. This was a hysterical vent.
They shouted slogans and launched an attack on the neighborhoods controlled by the garrison. Flying stones hit the regular army positions like hailstones.
"Traitor! Trochu goes to hell!"
"Kill these traitors! Long live France!"
People were really furious. The huge sum of 260 million francs made these poor people who had never had more than 100 francs in their pockets completely dumbfounded.
How many lifetimes will this be enough for me? If the money is lost, it will not be passed on to the poor in the end!
Surrendering, this is already a shameful thing, but in the end they have to pay such a huge sum of money. How can the arrogant French people accept it?
The poorer they are, the more sensitive they are to money numbers. Once the money reaches one million, it is already an astronomical figure to them. Now it has reached hundreds of millions. How many zeros are behind these hundreds of millions? Many people simply can’t count.
But it doesn't matter if they are numerous, it does not hinder their anger. At this moment, the Paris Commune has officially announced that it refuses to accept the surrender agreement, and called on all Paris citizens to attack the Bourbon Palace.
"This is the last battle! Down with the traitors! Return power to the people!"
"Long live the Commune!"
Red flags were rolled all over the city, Marseillaise was sung loudly, and the brave soldiers launched an attack on the garrison!
However, I never expected that the provisional government was fully prepared. Just as the notices were posted on the streets, the bastions and complex fortifications outside the city walls of Paris had already begun to change their defenses.
The sad-looking French army received the military order from the Provisional Government. They counted their weapons and equipment, packed them and began to transport them away. Outside the position was the Prussian Army waiting to receive them.
The door of the huge and solid bastion was opened. The angry French officer looked at the unruly Prussian officer and wanted to rush forward to fight, but he had to obey the military orders.
"Take away all our equipment and leave none of it behind!" the French officer said viciously.
The Prussian major opposite was not angry, he just saluted and smiled, "Whatever you want, sir! We don't like such old weapons and equipment..."
"You! Don't be too proud. Today's revenge will be avenged sooner or later!"
"Then I'll be waiting for you on the battlefield!" The major didn't talk nonsense. He waved his hand and the Prussian soldiers lined up ran into the bastion. After a while, the double-headed eagle flag was flying in the bastion. above, while the French tricolor was carried away by weeping soldiers.
All the city gates in the south of Paris were opened, and Prussian sentries took over the city defense, followed by countless carriages rushing out of the city.
The distinguished members of the National Assembly, as well as the aristocratic capitalists who have always been protected by the regular army, have despaired of this crazy city. When they saw that the road without obstacles was open, these people did not say anything. The horse ran away!
"Versailles! Gentlemen of the Congress, please go to Versailles! The members who left the city early have arranged their meals and accommodation... Please move the Congress to the Palace of Versailles immediately!"
Someone was shouting and commanding at every city gate. Under the protection of countless mercenaries, these congressmen began to advance towards Versailles.
When the city walls of Paris also began to fly the Prussian double-headed eagle flag, the citizens of Paris were immediately in an uproar. They pointed at the city walls and shouted in despair.
"The Prussians have entered the city! They control all the walls! God, we are completely surrounded..."
It's not just military flags that are on the city wall, but of course there are countless heavy machine gun positions and powerful Krupp cannons. The murderous weapons are aimed at this bustling city, and the firepower cage has begun to take shape.
General Trochu also ordered the army to retreat. When he left the Bourbon Palace, he was still looking at the north from the window. He saw him looking at the north with a fierce look on his face. "Are you satisfied now? You have finally destroyed me. Destroy the Provisional Government!"
"But you won't be able to laugh for long. Soon you will know that I, Trochu, am actually the kindest person!"
"Waiting to go to hell, do you really think this country belongs to you? Stop dreaming!"
"Retreat, withdraw the entire army from Paris, and let these lunatics play by themselves!"
The Paris garrison, which had been exhausted from the bloody battle, began to withdraw to the south. When these troops walked on the street, all the windows along the street were opened.
The angry citizens spit and threw garbage at these disgraced soldiers!
"Bah...go to hell and go to hell! You are all traitors!"
"You are all lackeys who betrayed the motherland! You are all cowards! Go away, go to Prussia and become a lost dog!"
He spat on the soldiers, but every one of them dared to resist. They just wiped it away silently and lowered their heads and continued to retreat!
The Palais Bourbon was already empty, and the National Guard came in again. They tore off the tricolor flag and replaced it with the red flag of the Commune. The people cheered excitedly.
"The Commune has taken control of all of Paris! Paris belongs to our people!"
"Attack! Attack the Prussians! Liberate all of France!"
Many soldiers started to march towards the outer city as soon as they got excited. They chased the tail of the garrison and launched an attack!
The garrison covering the large force fought and retreated, fired one or two rows of guns, retreated tens of meters, and then fired again and retreated again.
But the National Guards held on tightly, and their bullets overturned the lone soldiers one after another!
Soon, the majestic city walls of Paris were in sight, and the excited National Guards shouted slogans of "Long Live the Commune" and charged forward.
"People in front, listen... The five hundred meters inside and outside the city wall are military restricted areas. No one is allowed to enter with weapons... Back off! Everyone, back off!"
The Prussian troops on the city wall began to shout, but at this time the National Guards were already red-eyed, and they didn't care about anyone at all.
"Continue the attack! Long live the Commune!"
"Damn it! How dare you attack our position! The machine gunner is ready to fire...fire freely within a range of 200 meters!"
There are more than two thousand National Guardsmen roaring and charging in the distance. At this moment, with the courage of the group and the red flag in hand, it is the moment of high morale. Who will care about the threat of the Prussians.
Five hundred meters, three hundred meters, two hundred meters... On the scale, these Frenchmen finally entered the crossfire net of heavy machine guns. As the main shooter pulled the trigger, more than a dozen tongues of flame roared down from the city wall.
