Blanqui looked at this veteran who was like a knife and knew that he had encountered a character that was difficult to deal with. This kind of person could not rely solely on profit, he had to be moved by emotion.
The truth needs to be explained clearly and enough money must be given, only then can one find a way out for himself.
"Sir, tell me how little reward your superiors gave you? Let me see how much my head is worth!"
"Haha, a high price of one thousand francs was put on your life, and three hundred francs for each of the remaining soldiers, but they asked for an autopsy!"
Blanqui was very angry at that time, "How much? One thousand francs? Three hundred francs? Do you think I am one of those ignorant villagers? How dare you lie to a dying person like me?"
The veteran shook the money bag in his hand and laughed dryly, "That's right, you are not easy to lie to. The big shots have all seen the world! To tell you the truth, your head is worth three thousand francs, and the others are worth one thousand each... …”
"My brothers and I also have to make some money, we can't give it all to these stupid villagers!" After saying that, he looked back at the villagers in the distance, and he was far enough away that he wasn't afraid of them hearing us.
Blanqui sighed helplessly, "Sir, if what you said is true, then you have also been deceived... Do you know how much my head is worth?"
"The reward on the assassination list has already exceeded 100,000 francs! The rewards for other leaders of the commune are also over 50,000 francs, and the lives of these most loyal warriors around me are each worth a reward of 10,000 francs!"
"Three thousand? One thousand? How far have you gone!"
What Blanqui said made the veteran stunned. "God...are you telling the truth?"
"It's absolutely true. Don't you know that the commune also has its own intelligence organization? Could it be that we have escaped so many assassinations because of luck and luck?"
"We know every move of the enemy, so we can escape capture several times!"
Seeing that the French veteran's expression was a bit demented, Blanqui frowned and said, "Whether you believe it or not, I can promise you... let us pass your checkpoint and let us enter the mountains. I will give you two hundred thousand." Remuneration in francs!”
"How much? Two hundred thousand!" The veteran almost jumped up, his eyes full of disbelief, and then his eyes glanced at Blanqui.
Blanqui shook his head, "Of course I didn't bring that much cash. We brought a total of five thousand francs in cash for this trip... As you know, we people actually don't need money at all in our lives!"
"According to our plan, our brothers will receive you in any city. These five thousand francs are just for emergencies!"
"I'll give it all to you, and I'll write you an IOU for the remaining two hundred thousand. As long as you have my note, any line in the commune will contact you!"
"Believe me, two hundred thousand is really not a lot of money to me!"
The French veteran blinked with a cunning look, "Do you think you are a fool with nothing? Do you think I'm stupid, and I will believe you? Just want to survive by paying an i-payment?"
Blanqui roared with the aura of a superior, "Sir, use your IQ to think carefully! I, Blanqui, am not a rich man, on the contrary, I am very poor, but don't forget that I am recognized by the working class of all France." leader!"
"If you think about it carefully, with two hundred thousand francs, you can retire forever and become a wealthy country squire!"
"You can buy a country villa and hundreds of acres of land. You can marry the most beautiful wife and raise a large group of children!"
"Your class will be improved, and you will be able to completely change your destiny! Even your descendants can change their destiny. What are you still thinking about?"
Blanqui's inducement was obviously effective, and he clearly saw the greed in the veteran's eyes.
Then Blanqui said, "Sir, you will not only get money, but also the respect of all the working class in the world. You will become a moral person!"
"Our commune has been striving for welfare for the poor in the world from the day it was born! Can't you see the hardship in life? Can't you see the huge wealth gap in society?"
"Look at the farmers behind you. They are willing to kill for a few hundred francs and risk being killed... They probably only survive on oatmeal mixed with salt. They even eat white bread and sausages. Sorry!"
"We work hard every day, and in the end all the money we earn is exploited by landlords and loan sharks. Don't you see these sufferings at all? Our commune is here to fight for the interests of these poor people!"
"Let us go, and you will not only get two hundred thousand francs, but you will also get inner kindness and peace!"
"I think you will make the right choice! As long as you choose to believe me, this bet is very simple... isn't it?"
The veteran's fingers holding the money bag were obviously straining, and his knuckles were turning white. Blanqui knew that he was struggling fiercely in his heart.
"Give him the rest of our money! This is our sincerity!"
Another money bag was thrown over, and the dull veteran subconsciously reached out to grab it. Now he finally had five thousand francs!
Five thousand francs! This is already a large sum of money. You can buy twelve or three acres of grape fields. This is a family fortune that will last for thousands of years!
"Damn it, people die for money and birds die for food! Okay, you go, I'll bet on this..."
Everyone in the barn breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this level was finally passed.
The commune members helped each other with the injured and cautiously walked out of the barn. The French squad leader returned to the road and shouted, "Get out of the way, get out of the way..." He winked at his direct descendants as he spoke. .
The villagers dispersed widely, and the soldiers also put down their rifles and removed the bayonets from their muzzles. The old squad leader began to distribute francs to his men. This scene made Blanqui and others feel at ease.
The war horses had long been scared away and could not be found. They could only rely on their legs to enter the mountains. However, this did not bother them. They were all warriors who had grown up through hard work and no one cared about walking on mountain roads.
The group of people walked quickly towards the village. Just when Blanqui and others relaxed their vigilance and walked past the French soldiers, the veteran squad leader suddenly yelled.
"Don't do it yet! Kill them!"
"You are treacherous! Bastard..." Before Blanqui could finish cursing, he saw surrounding soldiers and villagers rushing forward like tigers, and his men who were caught off guard were stabbed through their bodies with sharp bayonets.
There is no way to prevent elbow and armpit troubles, both sides are so close!
The target of the veteran squad leader was Blanqui. He took out a dagger from his boot and knocked Blanqui to the ground with his body!
The right side of Blanqui's face was pressed on the ground, and the scene in front of him was all tilted and upside down. He watched helplessly as his men were surrounded by a group of soldiers and villagers. The gleaming bayonet pierced his heart, and it was bright red when he pulled it out!
"Why? Why do you hate us so much! Why on earth is this?"
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