"Have you found any traces of the stranger? Colonel Luxer asked us to conduct a patrol..." the cavalryman asked arrogantly while sitting on his horse.
The timid farmer quickly put down his porridge bowl and bowed respectfully to the cavalryman, "Dear Sir, there is no one out of the ordinary. As of this morning, only a few folks from the next village went to chop firewood in the mountains. There is no one suspicious..." "
The farmers knew that even though they were all soldiers, those who could ride horses must be more noble than those who walked barefoot, and they would definitely not suffer any loss if they called "Master".
But the yawning squire at the entrance of the village was a very thief. He often went to nearby small towns to shop and play, and was known to almost all respectable people.
"Colonel Luxer? Where does this come from, sir? Why haven't I heard of it... What is the number of your unit?"
Before he could finish speaking, he saw a black shadow flying past like lightning, and immediately wrapped around the squire's neck. It turned out to be a rope that was lassoing a horse, and the soldier dragged the squire directly with his hand. On to the ground.
"Don't do it yet!"
After giving the order, the unknown soldier behind the officer suddenly pulled out the pistol from his waist, pointed it at the dumbfounded farmers and shouted, "Kneel down, don't make any noise, kneel down quickly..."
The soldier sitting on horseback stepped forward and kicked the leading farmer to the ground. At this time, the large army led by Blanqui also rushed out from the corner.
Farmers are farmers, and in the end no one dared to shout, and no one even dared to touch the French horn used to call the police.
Sharp bayonets surrounded more than a dozen farmers kneeling in the mud. The squire had already been tied up. The leading officer went up and shot more than a dozen big mouths with his bow left and right.
His face was swollen, so he asked, "How many checkpoints are there in the back? Is there any shortcut through the Severn Mountains quickly?"
The squire who was beaten stupidly had never seen such a vicious villain. He only felt his crotch getting hot and the stench came out.
"Sir, please be kind and don't kill me... There are four checkpoints in villages and towns behind me. The first three are about the same size as mine. The last town has a larger population. I'm afraid there will be some soldiers blocking it..."
"If you want to cross the Severn Mountains quickly, you can only choose this road. All other roads are far away and are very dangerous..."
Like pouring beans through a bamboo tube, the squire told him all the information he knew.
Only then did Blanqui understand who the real master of France was. It was not the emperor at all, let alone the commune, but the extremely huge traditional power.
Although the power of feudal farm owners was destroyed, many of those people turned into capitalists, and they began to use money to control the farmers in their territories.
Although the French Revolution crushed the feudal lords and landlord class, oppression will always continue in another form. If you can't live by rent extraction, you must live by lending.
Peasants who own land but do not have the means of production, are exploited by layers of loan sharks, and their lives are not as good as before!
In order to survive, they can only continue to listen to the instructions of the big shots in their eyes. As long as the bounty is in place, these farmers will dare to kill!
The reward for Blanqui's life has reached as high as one hundred thousand gold francs, and the lives of other followers are worth one thousand gold francs each. Of course, these money can only be received by the big shots in each village.
Farmers like these peasants under the squire, in the end, they can only pay a few hundred francs if they kill someone!
There is no way. Farmers have been farmers for generations. They do not have access to education and cannot change their own destiny. The economy is completely controlled by others. They are just a group of stupid slaves!
But these stupid slaves have blocked all the roads in the entire province. As soon as Thiers of Bordeaux gives an order, the governor of Loire will mobilize the power of the entire province.
All the military and police came out in full force, all villages were blocked, and all the people were on guard!
"Whoever controls the grassroots of a country, whoever controls the tiniest village, truly controls the country... No matter whether the person controlling is evil or kind, who can sink their dominance to such a level? Level, who is the real master of the country!"
"Thiers won. He is a smart man and cunning... He knows who is ruling France and who is an ally that can cooperate!"
"These capitalists all over the world! These small local squires, small loan sharks, and small declining nobles who are as small as cells... The extremely huge network they form is the basis for controlling this country!"
"We miscalculated the form. We thought we could succeed. In fact, compared to their power, the power we control... is far behind!"
Blanqui let out a desperate sigh, and sighed with a wry smile, "If France could show such mobilization efficiency when fighting Prussia, we would have won the war long ago!"
"In order to kill me today... France, which is known for its backward efficiency in Europe... actually broke out with such efficiency. It really opened my eyes!"
"Let's go! Don't tangle with these people. Let them go and let's move forward... I will go to Bordeaux and admit defeat to Thiers. I don't believe it anymore. Will he kill me in front of observers all over Europe?"
"I bet he still wants to be shameless! Does he still want France's last diplomatic dignity?"
"I can kneel down for the life and death of the commune! Kneel down to him in front of thousands of people! How can I exchange my life for the livelihood of hundreds of thousands of people in the commune..."
A sense of sadness spread among the team, and many tough men's eyes were red. They clutched their bayonets tightly and wanted to kill these stupid farmers!
"Why let them go? They will report the news! These damn idiots, we risk our lives for the benefit of the poor, and these people want to kill us for a few sausages and bread..."
"Kill all these bastards and save them from leaking information!"
Blanqui waved his hand, "Don't hate them... they just don't understand, they don't understand the truth! Because no one teaches them, and they can't read..."
"Forget it, let's go quickly! Just remember their names, they are actually very timid..."
Blanqui rode forward, and the knight behind him gave a fierce threat. This threat was very powerful. The name of the village and the names of everyone present were remembered.
If these villagers dare to tip off the news, then they will be brutally retaliated by the commune. No one in the whole village will survive, not even a cat or dog!
I believe that under such threats, these timid squires and farmers will not cause trouble for themselves!
After successfully breaking through a village, people moved forward at a faster pace. It was already seven o'clock in the morning. The later the time, the more people came out for activities. Blanqui and others must pass four checkpoints and enter the dense mountain forest before twelve o'clock. .
"Comrades! Try harder. I don't believe that the governors of all the provinces in France have become Thiers's lackeys... The Loire province is a special case. As long as we break through to the next province, we will be safe. Got it!"
"Thiers is not the president of France yet! They do not have the right to issue direct orders to all French provinces. The people who are chasing us now are just his thugs!"
"It is impossible for all the officials of the glorious and great France to be Thiers's lackeys. If we rush over, we will have hope!"
