There were gunshots, shouts of death, and the farmers’ loud noises... including the huge explosion just now!
You can't escape what is coming. Blanqui, who was hiding in the barn, had been holding on with his men for an hour. At the last level of entering the core of the Severn Mountains, he was finally stopped.
The alarm from a distant village put the last small town deep into the mountainous area on immediate alert. The local garrison also knew the importance of this place, so they did not entrust the police to guard it, but sent a squad of French troops to garrison it.
With the regular army in charge, the villagers here became much more courageous. The uniform uniforms and polished rifles gave them a sense of security. More than 70 villagers gathered together to guard the last step into the mountain. An intersection.
The condescending terrain provided a wide view, and coupled with the alarm from nearby villages in the distance, these people finally knew that the big fish had arrived.
"Kill all the criminals! One life is worth three hundred francs, and the bounty for killing the thieves is five hundred francs!" The French squad leader roared, which immediately aroused the enthusiasm of everyone present.
Of course they didn't know that these rewards were all discounted by more than half. These ignorant villagers took three hundred francs as huge sums of money. Everyone screamed with excitement and rushed down with their hoes.
More than seventy villagers and ten soldiers were scattered at the intersection and watched the path down the mountain vigilantly. Blanqui, not far away, had no other choice but to forcefully break through.
Hundreds of thousands of commune members in Paris are waiting for news from him. Their lives are in their own hands. Thiers' butcher's knife has been raised high. If they can't get through this time, what they are waiting for is a complete doomsday. .
Blanqui threw away his hat, pulled out the pistol in his armed belt and shouted loudly, "The lives of hundreds of thousands of commune members in Paris are waiting for us to save! This is the last level, follow me and rush through!"
"Follow the teacher to the death! Long live the commune!"
The war horses galloped forward like dragons, but at this moment the team of less than twenty people burst out with the invincible momentum of thousands of galloping horses!
When the French troops stationed on the spot saw that the big fish was really coming, they immediately shouted excitedly, "Open fire! Kill them all without leaving any survivors!"
"Throw stones, hit them with stones! We are condescending!"
Bang bang... The French troops hiding behind the rocks and low walls began to shoot. The front-loaded minigun rifles emitted streams of white smoke, and the bullets shot down the mountain.
After a round of volleys, the leading war horse screamed and fell to the ground. The soldiers on the horse rolled forward and rushed forward. This was the time to risk their lives. They had bayonets in one hand and pistols in the other, relying on the cover of the grapevines. Quickly rush towards the enemy.
"Oh God! That man ran too fast! Surround him, surround him!"
The farmers were shouting noisily. Four or five farmers held pitchforks, hoes and sickles, and surrounded the charging soldiers, trembling with fear.
Bang bang bang... Pistols were fired, and two farmers were shot in the chest. The terrified farmers fled in a hurry. But just when the soldier thought he could break through, four more farmers jumped out from his flank and threw stones. past.
Just as he turned around to shoot, a sense of alarm suddenly arose in his heart. It was the kind of battlefield awakening energy only a veteran of hundreds of battles has!
Sure enough, before he could react, there was a gunshot behind him and a sharp pain in his lower back. A French soldier took advantage of the chaos and hit him with a sneak attack.
"Long live! I got three hundred francs! Cut off his head..."
The charging soldier covered the wound on his lower back with his hand. The bullet had damaged his spine and he was unable to move. The sad and angry soldier roared in despair, waving the bayonet in his hand to drive away the besieging farmers.
At this moment, the farmers' faces were so ferocious that they didn't look like humans. They were baring their fangs and drooling, and they were approaching the injured lion cautiously like native dogs on the African grasslands.
They want to tear and divide the lion's flesh and blood, but they are afraid of the lion's remaining power. Their legs are trembling and the weapons in their hands are trembling.
But their eyes were shining with greed. They were timid and afraid of death, but they were extremely greedy. What everyone was thinking about at this moment was actually not this war.
"Three hundred francs! It's enough for my family to buy a donkey. I won't have to carry it up the mountain anymore when I go down the mountain to buy food..."
"I still owe one hundred and fifty francs to the loan shark... I guess I can pay it back now!"
"If I have money, I can marry my Maria. Her greedy father asked me for fifty francs. How could I have so much money to give him? Now I have three hundred francs... …”
A group of people had long forgotten that the bounty was shared equally by everyone, and they had fallen into the temptation of three hundred francs and were unable to extricate themselves.
As for the soldiers, they were even more excited. They knew that the reward for a soldier was one thousand francs. If they distributed three hundred to the villagers, they could still keep seven hundred francs.
Of course, the officer has to take more money, but there is also a lot of money left over!
Money has turned people into madmen. The brave farmer rushed forward suddenly, and the pitchfork stabbed the warrior's stomach hard, and blood immediately flowed down the wooden pole.
"Why! Why do you have to work for those traitors and traitors? Why..."
"The commune...the commune is fighting for your way of living! To give the poor people in the world...a...a way of living...why..."
Boom... The mountain-like warrior finally died from the bullets and pitchforks of the sneak attack. He fell to the ground so hard that the ground was filled with dust!
"Long live!" The farmer with red eyes roared excitedly, and one of the butchers rushed forward and started chopping the soldiers' heads with a meat cleaver. This was the trophy that was kept and turned in, and could be exchanged for money!
The lion dies miserably, but the local dog eats happily!
This was just a corner of the battlefield, and this was not the only soldier who died tragically. In just the first wave of charges, six loyal and brave men died tragically on the spot.
When the surrounding civilian officials saw that it was not possible, they quickly held Blanqui up and ran away. "Teacher, we can't attack here by force. The terrain is not good for us, and we have no advantage in terms of strength..."
Blanqui burst into tears, watching familiar figures fall down one by one, their heads cut off alive by the farmers, his heart felt like being stabbed with a bayonet.
"I'm incompetent! It's my incompetence...my misjudgment of strategy that leads to today's desperate situation!"
"Should I regret it! Should I regret believing those bastards? I still imagined that they would form a coalition government with us? I am just an idiot!"
"Teacher, let's go quickly... let me stop you!" The familiar students around him had a grenade in each hand, biting open the gun and pounced on the local dogs.
Boom... boom... In the smoke of the explosion, the young civilian official fell in a pool of blood covered in blood, and five farmers lay scattered around him.
Taking advantage of this gap, the remaining commune soldiers protected Blanqui and retreated to the barn outside the village. They blocked the door with wooden bolts, and then started shooting through the breach in the wooden wall.
The entire battlefield has formed a temporary stalemate!
