As soon as the cammama listened to his face, he suffered. "Don't ... don't ... there is no little thing in your mouth, let alone a little thing for using so many precious gifts!"
"I'm begging the head of state, at such a critical moment, can we not make trouble? Can you first block the opening of the Chapelle Gate?"
Xiao Letian waved his hand, "It's just a door. If you insist on letting me block it, then I can launch a night attack tonight with just a little effort..."
"But I have to say it clearly, once the Chapelle Gate is blocked, all the commune members in the city will become trapped animals! I am not afraid of them fighting for their lives, but I am afraid that I will never miss them again. !”
"Listen to my words, can you please leave the Chapelle Gate for them until after Christmas? As long as Christmas is over, these arrogant commune members will definitely be dumbfounded!"
Bismarck didn't know what kind of medicine Xiao Letian was selling in his gourd, but at this moment on the Montmartre heights, a fierce quarrel broke out within the commune.
"We must form a commando team. We cannot allow the enemy to completely surround us! We must fight to the end with blood!"
Varlan, Duval and others were staunch militants. When they heard that there were more than 7,000 casualties in one day, all the militants in the commune were bleeding with heartache.
Seven thousand people, seven thousand corpses lying bloody on the street, and there were cries everywhere in Paris!
The fanatical National Guard soldiers have gone crazy. They gathered together and vowed to take revenge. They would launch a decisive battle against the Prussians!
However, compared with these militants, many commune leaders with literary backgrounds were much calmer, and Delecreuz, Baudier, Michel and others expressed concerns.
"A bloody battle with the enemy? Where is our advantage? You have clearly seen the results of today's battle. The enemy has the advantage of geographical location and the advantage of weapons..."
"We can't suppress them in terms of firepower, and as a result, even the home ground advantage was sold to the damn traitor! How do you want to fight? Do you want to use your lives to fill it up?"
With a bang, Raoul Rigaud's fist hit the table. "Traitor! Traitor! This is a dark age of betrayal!"
"I have said it before. Compared with repelling the Prussian invaders, the task of allowing us to survive is more important! Any fool can see the current situation clearly. Whoever betrays the country first will survive!"
"If anyone had listened to me then, Trochu and his gang of executioners would be dead now!"
"I don't understand. What's wrong with my strategy? Seize power first, win the power of France first, and then think about revenge..."
"Enough!" the militant faction roared, "Raoul Rigaud, you are a dark-hearted guy. Your mind is full of conspiracies, aren't you?"
"You have spent so long with criminals, plainclothes, and the dark underworld of Paris that your heart has become black! Have you forgotten our identities?"
"We are children of France, and this is our motherland! If you keep talking nonsense, be careful and I will shoot you..."
Several militants took out their pistols and pointed them at Raoul Rigaud's head!
"That's enough!" Blanqui shouted at the critical moment. "Do you have this much patience? Do you only have this overall perspective? So what if 7,000 people are killed in battle?"
"Didn't tens of thousands of people die in this damn war that day? Of those great battles in the north, where corpses littered the fields, which one wasn't more miserable than us?"
"With 300,000 National Guardsmen and 1.5 million citizens supporting us, can we not survive even 7,000 casualties?"
No one spoke in the tavern, only the sound of huffing and puffing. At this time, Michelle, the female warrior of the commune, suddenly spoke, "We have not lost all our cards. Isn't the Chapelle Gate still under our control?" Why didn't the Chinese attack? Why were they still watching the battle quietly in the north?"
"I think that when the war reaches this point, we must work hard militarily and politically! On the one hand, we must admit that the enemy is cunning, cruel, and powerful... but at the same time, we must also recognize that we are part of the French government after all. !”
"The temporary ceasefire draft is equally effective for us. That is to say, as long as we do not enter the 500-meter restricted area, the Prussians will not dare to attack us directly!"
"It's safe even in the short term! This safe period is our chance to breathe!"
"Michel is right!" Delecreuz stood up. "Calm down, my comrades! Now that we have realized how powerful the enemy is today, let's find a way to solve this problem!"
"I propose that in the name of the Commune, we send a telegram for help to patriots across France! Among other things, we must raise enough supplies for Christmas!"
"The Chinese left the Chapelle Gate for us. This is our life channel to communicate with the outside world! We ask for help from all the French people, let more supplies enter the city, and let more militiamen come to support us!"
"There are still eight days until Christmas, and now that the telegraph network has been restored, we still have time!"
Everyone was talking a lot, but their expressions were somewhat relaxed. Only Blanqui remained silent. His heart was full of worries, not about the situation but about Xiao Letian's abnormal behavior.
"Why didn't he capture the Chapelle Gate? Has his alliance with Prussia been dissolved? What is his intention?"
Late that night, the Paris Commune sent an urgent request for help telegrams to leftist organizations in major cities across France, asking the French people to support Paris and the Commune's resistance movement.
In a word, if you want people, you also need food! Everything is lacking in Paris now. The provinces are rushing to take advantage of the ceasefire to provide support. You have given us more supplies so that we can continue the war!
Leftist organizations across France were busy, and Bismarck in the Palace of Versailles was sweating profusely from Xiao Letian's words!
"Is this... dangerous? Are you really sure you want to do this?"
Xiao Letian nodded, "I'm sure, and I have to do this... because I judge that this is a once-in-a-century opportunity, but at least it's a rare opportunity in fifty years!"
"While he is in confusion, eat a big chunk of his flesh!"
"I don't ask you to do anything, as long as you send a few statements of support when the time comes... We will have our share of future wealth!"
Bismarck grimaced, "Have you decided to take action?"
Xiao Letian nodded firmly, "Yes, I'm telling you the truth! Today... Asia has already started taking action!"
Bismarck fell into silence for a long time. He suddenly sighed and said, "Are you really so sure? According to my intelligence, that person can't be a weakling, right?"
"You have to take action even if you are a weakling! Time will not wait for us. The South China Sea must become the inner lake of my Chinese people. This is my bottom line!"
"I may not touch the interests of the Strait of Malacca, but no one must recognize the control of the Chinese people over the South China Sea! There is no need to negotiate. This is the bottom line for the survival of the Chinese people!"
