Killing is never a simple matter. If the enemy is an invader or a vicious gangster, then people may have less psychological burden.
High morals can make up for the negative emotions caused by killing, but killing fellow humans is another matter!
Do you really shoot at your compatriots who share the same culture and race? Most people really can't do it, let alone at such a close distance.
The soldiers were still young. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar faces in front of them, they easily regarded those people as their relatives and friends.
The aunt holding the pan opposite had a nice smell of toast. Maybe a batch of baguettes had just been baked in the fireplace last night, and they tasted crispy, just like her mother's smell.
The girl with the rosy cheeks is so similar to Sunny who milked the cows in her hometown. They even smell the same.
Does the polite middle-aged man wearing round glasses look like Mr. George, who taught him how to read when he was a child? That teacher George who likes to spank children who don’t do their homework, but then gives them a piece of candy after the spanking.
Everyone is a living person, speaking the same language, sharing the same culture, and living under the same sky in France.
We have the same joys and sorrows, we have the same joys and sorrows. In fact, we are all one... How can I shoot a gun with such a compatriot, how can I pull the trigger?
The soldiers' hesitation was noticed by the citizens, who immediately rejoiced as they smelled the smell of their own people.
"Child, stop fighting for those traitors. What else will they do besides slaughtering their own people?"
"When Paris was fighting hard, did any of the big shots take part in the war? The so-called president is just a coward who escaped from the battlefield!"
"The surrender agreement signed by Trochu requires compensation of 260 million francs to the enemy! Brothers, that is how many schools, how many hospitals, how much railway transportation...that is how much bread the French people are talking about!"
"It's just been given to the enemy in vain, you say...how can you still want to kill us? We are our own people..."
The crowd crowded and pulled, and the new army of the Republic was crushed to pieces by the people of Paris.
General Leconte's face turned black with anger. Although he had been in the army for a long time, he had always been on the bench and did not have much real power.
This time he got connected with Thiers through various connections. It was the time when he wanted to perform well, how could he let these thugs and untouchables get in the way.
To be honest, for a general to follow the vanguard troops to fight on the front line, this has already revealed his impatience. This person is eager to make meritorious deeds and must work hard for the master behind him.
Seeing that a good sneak attack turned into a farce, Old General Leconte's white beard was so angry that he flew into anger. "Okay, okay, no one listens to my orders?"
"If people don't listen, then the beasts will! Enter the cavalry, reserve cavalry, rush out a way for me..."
General Leconte came with cavalry for this sneak attack, but the first wave of sneak attacks did not use cavalry. The target was too big and the sound of horse hooves was too obvious at night.
The original purpose of these war horses was to tow cannons. The plan was for the vanguard to lurk at the artillery position and make a beautiful surprise attack. Then the cavalry would follow, and the war horses would drag the cannons and leave immediately.
Thiers was actually a relatively pragmatic president. He did not formulate a plan to annihilate the Paris Commune. His first step was to seize the cannons.
As long as the enemy has no cannons in his hands, the chances of winning are greater. Cannons are completely strategic weapons that determine the situation of the battle in this era.
But I never expected that these soldiers would be so useless. They first exposed their target without telling them, and then refused to obey the orders and refused to fight these thugs.
If people are disobedient, they will not trust animals and will not be disobedient. Under the general's order, more than fifty cavalry lined up in a long triangular assault formation and began to quickly approach the crowd and quickly penetrated into the chaotic crowd.
"Go away...get out of the way...you will be trampled to death but no one will care about you...move forward, keep moving forward!"
The strong war horses were indeed powerful, and they only obeyed the orders of their riders. These beasts paved the stone slabs angrily, spraying foam from their mouths and noses, and pushed aside the citizens who blocked the road layer by layer.
The cavalry is a very ancient branch of arms in human history but has always been maintained. Modern armies have abandoned crossbowmen, spearmen, sword and shield men... and other cold weapon occupations, but only the cavalry remains.
Even in the 21st century, the cavalry is still a very useful unit to deal with some street riots. With their height and strength, they can easily break out of the chaos and form an isolation zone.
The military and police of various countries have retained some mounted police as an important auxiliary force!
Tonight, these cavalrymen became an important force in General Leconte's assault. More than fifty horses quickly squeezed a passage through the crowd, just like an icebreaker breaking through the ice cap of the Arctic Ocean.
The bewildered soldiers quickly shrunk their heads and rushed forward quickly following the footsteps of the cavalry. General Leconte laughed and urged his horses to follow.
He never imagined that this step would be the biggest mistake he made tonight!
Standing on the top of a high building and waving the tricolor flag, Marshall could watch the chaotic scene on the entire street from a high position. She issued various orders to the commune members below without any hesitation. When she saw Leconte actually rushing in, she was overjoyed.
"Surround us! Surround us all! Capture LeConte alive..."
"Listen to my orders, no one is allowed to use violence, no shooting, no weapons, no blood!"
"Those young soldiers are compatriots who are suffering just like us. We must use actions to win their sympathy..."
"Report our battle situation to Place Vendôme, we will definitely hold our position!"
The crowd heard the leader's call, and hundreds of citizens rushed forward, bypassing the cavalry, and formed a large siege. LeConte and more than a thousand cavalry around him were cut into three pieces, like a dead snake. Same.
Place Vendôme is the headquarters of the National Guard. At this moment, good news flew over like snowflakes. Delecluse, who was stationed here, clapped his thighs excitedly.
"Well done! Well done! The people of France are still enlightened. The baptism of the Revolution has made them no longer stupid gadflies!"
"If you can defeat the enemy with justice and justice, then don't bleed!"
"Bring out all the leaflets in our warehouse... These are the shells we are firing at the enemy! Go!"
Paris! Right Bank of Paris! Montmartre! It has become a sea of revolution. French citizens shouted slogans of "Long Live the Commune" and blocked more than 13,000 government troops from attacking.
There has even been a siege situation in some areas!
When the sky was dark, voices and shadows appeared one after another on the roof where the conflict was most intense. They looked at the chaotic conflict scene below, clenching their fists in excitement and shouting!
"Long live the Commune! Long live the people!"
Crash...handfuls of leaflets flying all over the sky, like snowflakes, falling on the French troops who couldn't resist!
