Eure-et-Loire! A very important province adjacent to Paris, its capital is Chartres!
This is the birthplace of France's two famous rivers, the Eure River and the Loire River. To the west and south are the Cevennes Mountains. Although they are not too high, they are still dangerous places.
It was not difficult for the local military police to stop Blanqui. Because Blanqui was in a hurry, he would not take the paths used by hunters in the forest because carriages could not pass.
And they won't go too far, as that would be a waste of time. As long as the local garrison and police block all the roads in the Severn Mountains that can pass horse teams and carriages, Blanqui will have nowhere to escape.
If you dare to continue walking south, then wait for death, or give up going south and go back to Paris, waiting for the new French government to elect a president.
Not only the Cevennes Mountains are strictly guarded, but all larger villages and towns are also organized. Often a policeman who is familiar with the local people will discuss with the squires, small nobles, small capitalists and other influential people in the villages and towns.
They can mobilize the whole village to stand by the roadside and check the passers-by!
Blanqui and the others have changed clothes three times and carriages twice, but they still can't do anything in the face of these people's strict defense!
The carriage was no longer needed. Blanqui even put on a strong war horse and tried to take the mountain path and the countryside all the way south. However, he never expected that almost 70% of the towns had temporary checkpoints, and the farmers held pitchforks one by one. Excitedly standing by the roadside.
The police, squires, and minor nobles sat leisurely drinking coffee. They also spent some money to buy a batch of sausage bread, ensuring that every farmer on guard could get a few sausages and a baguette when he went home. bread.
Seeing that these farmers were casually checking passers-by, they finally found something to share. They were all very excited, thinking that they could give their children extra meals tonight, like cutting sausages into potato soup!
Just a loaf of bread and sausages made all the farmers in the village work hard. They checked so carefully that they almost took off the pedestrian's dentures to check.
Blanqui had been walking a zigzag road all night, his progress was blocked and then he avoided, and then took a detour and found a temporary checkpoint. It was obviously impossible for the dozen or so people he led to break through the temporary checkpoint of fifty or sixty farmers. of.
So what if you kill him? If a village is alarmed, what will happen to the villages below? Are you still going to kill them all?
If the path Blanqui and the others took that night were drawn as lines, they would all be twists and turns, just like an electrocardiogram.
"Damn it!" Blanqui punched the pine tree next to him. The war horse under his crotch felt the uneasy atmosphere and dug the soil with his hooves anxiously.
What made Blanqui angry and anxious was not just the setback in his progress, but through this night of escaping, he suddenly had an epiphany and discovered a very serious and big problem.
At this moment, the sky is already dark, and it is impossible not to make a decision anymore. It seems that the only option is to force the card!
But facing those stupid farmers, Blanqui felt an indescribable sour taste in his heart.
"It turns out that I was really wrong. I misestimated our strength. We thought that the just cause would be supported by the people of France. But this was a big mistake!"
Xiao Letian made it very clear in his secret letter to the bearded man in London: "The Paris Commune will definitely fail because they have no mass base at all. It seems that the strength of the working class in the millions is very strong, but it is still small compared to the population base of France." There are too many!”
Especially farmers, who account for the largest number of people, who will they believe? The country squires, petty nobles, and small loan sharking capitalists around them... these are the closest to them, and they are also the most knowledgeable people they can come into contact with.
Every farmer's life is closely related to these people, and their economic network is controlled by these people. To put it bluntly, most of the money farmers make depends on these people.
Whoever these influential people at the grassroots level choose will be whom these farmers will choose too!
Obviously, these country squires, petty nobles, petty capitalists and local petty officials will not choose your commune. They will only choose the democratically elected government of France and believe in the power of greater nobles, greater capitalists and greater landlords. choose!
Why didn’t your Paris Commune receive any material aid from France at Christmas? Because you have not won over the hearts and minds of the peasants, the local tyrants and evil gentry in these local towns and villages have completely controlled the peasant class.
Such a cruel reality was completely ignored by the senior leaders of the commune. They fell into group fanaticism and mistakenly thought that they were so powerful in the revolution of millions of people!
Xiao Letian's warning was sent to London, and then the bearded men in London sent this worrying information to Blanqui through their own secret channels.
At first Blanqui and the higher-ups of the commune were dismissive, but everything that happened later proved how correct these warnings were.
Until today, Blanqui saw with his own eyes how the grassroots forces in the entire French province pursued and intercepted him!
Do those farmers have grudges against themselves? Not at all. They don't even know what you are, Blanqui. They only know that there was a war, but what happened in the war, these farmers have no idea at all.
The working class of Paris was throwing their lives and blood for freedom and justice, but these farmers were chasing him, the fire thief, for bread and sausages.
Blanqui believed that as long as the fat-minded little rich men gave orders, these stupid farmers would beat themselves to death with hoes for a bounty of dozens of francs.
"Damn it! This is France, this is my motherland... It has been so long since the Revolution, why don't they know how to fight for their rights!"
"We have no way to go around. The entire Loire province is probably full of obstacles like this... Where is the guide? Find me a route with the fewest villages..."
"We have no choice but to break through forcefully. Everyone, prepare for battle!"
Blanqui brought out six civilians and fifteen experienced combat veterans this time. They held an emergency meeting in the woods and asked the guide to find the easiest route to break through on the map.
The others simply divided some dried meat and water, filled their pistols with bullets, and polished their sharp sabers. The entire combat team was filled with murderous intent!
The first ray of dawn shines on the grape fields, with a few withered leaves hanging on the dry vines. The farmers on the roadside are drinking hot oatmeal, which contains the long-lost aroma of meat.
At this moment, four tall horses appeared from the corner of the path, and several soldiers wearing old-fashioned imperial uniforms appeared in front of everyone.
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