The most humiliating thing for the French was not only the Kaiser's enthronement at Versailles, but also the German Empire's victory parade on the Champs Elysées.
The land of France was trampled by the enemy. The proud Gallic chicken really lowered his head this time!
Frightened Parisian citizens hid in buildings along the street, watching the royalist members who had fled Paris reappear on the streets of Paris.
These nobles are still dressed in gorgeous clothes and jewels, and the pleated skirts on women are brand new embroidered with gold and silver threads. It is obviously a cold weather in January, but these ladies are still shaking folding fans with oriental charm.
What makes people even more angry is that these women are actually surrounded by a group of German civil and military officials. Those German officials who did not participate in the military parade are teasing these women wantonly, and those women are smiling like prostitutes.
"Bah! Go to hell, you damn bitches and these German devils..." As soon as he cursed a few words, a seductive fragrance drifted in through the crack in the window.
The carriage attendant carried down the picnic basket, with the freshly baked baguette and the strong aroma of garlic sausage on it, as pervasive as the tempting devil.
There is only a little bit of oatmeal left in the kitchen. It is the last bowl of food for the family of four. After eating it, they will have to wait until tomorrow afternoon to collect the rations. But look at these noble bitches, one by one eating their lips. They were all shiny, and the belt around their waists was probably broken.
"Shameless... a bitch who trades his body for food, bitch!"
The men and women in fine clothes on the street seemed to hear the abuse in the hearts of Parisian citizens inside the windows. They laughed indifferently, and then groups of French military police to maintain order rushed in.
The troops and police of the provisional government left by Trochu are currently under the temporary command of the old general. After the formation of the government in Bordeaux is completed, these troops and police will be handed over to the formal French government.
The provisional government had unconditionally surrendered to Germany. Now the German army was a legal occupying force. They were going to hold a military parade in Paris, but these French soldiers had to come to maintain order.
French soldiers, one after another, stood on both sides of the street where the military parade was marching, and countless police began to smash the doors on both sides.
Boom boom boom... boom boom boom...
"Open the door! Open the door... come out to greet the German and Chinese troops, come out to watch the military parade!"
"Everyone who comes out to welcome everyone will get a loaf of bread. If it is late, it will be too late..."
"Open the door quickly! Open the door quickly..."
The doors of each room were smashed open, and the citizens who had eaten rat meat to satisfy their hunger last night had long put aside any sense of shame as soon as they heard about the bread sharing.
A group of ghost-like Parisian citizens sporadically appeared on the street. The ladies and Prussian officials all covered their mouths and noses with handkerchiefs in disgust.
"It stinks, this is such a dirty city, so disgusting..."
"Dear William, will you take me to Berlin? I have had enough wine here, I want to drink the best beer..."
The coquettish young lady was hugged by an official, "My angel, as long as you are willing, I will send you to the train tonight... I have a villa on the outskirts of Berlin, where there are five servants who can serve you 24 hours a day... …”
The hungry citizens of Paris no longer have the energy to hate and scold these shameless aristocratic ladies. These French traitors who have disgraced France completely regard themselves as prostitutes.
At this moment, the souls of all the citizens were attracted by the carriage that exuded the aroma of grain. They did not expect that the French government troops outside the city actually brought in cart after cart of bread.
These are all baguettes baked overnight last night. They are extremely crispy and can be stored at home for half a month in this weather.
Take it home, slice it, and roast it by the fire. Even if you sprinkle a little salt on it, it will be delicious!
The crowd suddenly crowded over, and the French policeman stood in a cart of bread, swung his baton and knocked away those who tried to snatch it.
"Starving ghosts! Don't you want the government troops to fight? Where is your commune? Why don't you get bread to eat?"
"Everyone line up! Line up! I can't beat you hungry ghosts to death!"
Beaten by a baton, these citizens queued up obediently. No matter whether they were men, women, or children, each person received a loaf of baguette and a small paper flag of the German Empire.
"No one is allowed to lose the German flag. It will be used during the welcome party! Those who lose the flag will have no bread to eat!"
"Damn, I'm so hungry! You just shoved such dry bread down your throat? I'll choke you to death!"
Patriotism is no match for the power of a loaf of bread. In less than an hour, more than 30,000 loaves of bread have been distributed. There is finally a somewhat festive atmosphere on both sides of the Champs Elysées.
It's just that the atmosphere is a bit awkward. The citizens waving flags are all in rags and stuffing bread into their mouths as if they were reincarnated by starving ghosts.
On the rooftop in the distance, Blanqui and others put down their telescopes. This scene made them so ashamed that their faces were bleeding!
"Shame! French citizens, is your dignity worth this loaf of bread? Shame..."
"Look...look...there are the footsteps of the regiment and the sound of music in the distance..."
The military parade finally began. The Champs Elysées is an east-west avenue, with the Arc de Triomphe to the west and the Tuileries Palace to the east.
After the crowd gathered to 30,000, the military parade array assembled west of the Arc de Triomphe finally began to move!
The exciting military bands cleared the way on both sides of the road, and in the middle were cavalry phalanxes holding flags. These proud Prussian cavalry took the lead in entering the Arc de Triomphe, and the national flag and military flag of the German Empire pierced the gate of glory of Napoleon the Great!
"Long live Germany! Long live the Empire!" The Champs Elysées burst into cheers. The German civil and military officials who visited the military parade and the French royalist nobles were the first to cheer.
This is a cry from the heart, and countless people even burst into tears with excitement: "Long live the empire! Long live the motherland! Germany... This is the flag of our motherland!"
"No longer a loose federation! No longer a German nation that allows others to bully us!"
"From today on, we Germans will have a say in this world!"
"France! Go to hell! Long live..."
How many bearded men cried like children!
Compared with them, naturally, the citizens of Paris, France, looked numb. They were frightened by the powerful strength of the German army, and their mouths were stuffed with unsalted bread.
Those French police officers rushed into the crowd and started beating these starving ghosts with batons. "Wave! Wave the flag! Shout Long Live!"
"You were so desperate when you were eating, and now you are mute! You still eat..."
The baton knocked the bread in the child's hand to the ground, and then crushed it with his feet. "I let you eat it! Are you a fool? I let you eat it... shout to me quickly!"
The child had never seen such a scene before and was so frightened that he almost cried, but the mother behind him quickly covered the child's mouth and waved the flag desperately with her other hand.
"Long live! Long live Germany!"
"Sir... don't steal my bread, don't hit my child... I'll shout, he's still young..."
Under the dual threat of sticks and bread, the Parisian citizens who took to the streets finally began to succumb to the conquerors. They cheered at the German army, and the atmosphere finally became lively!
