The leaflets flew... flying in the sky, circling like butterflies, and finally stuck on the face of old General LeConte with a pop.
The furious old general grabbed the leaflet that smelled of smelly ink. The picture on it made him extremely angry. It was a political caricature. The emperor was vilified as a huge baby riding on a hunchback. The hunchback wrote of the French people.
The emperor became a giant baby who couldn't take care of himself. The people were covered with feces and urine from his buttocks, and he bit the people's throats and swallowed blood.
Isn't this a vampire? A giant baby vampire, Leconte is a die-hard royalist who once suppressed the July Revolution. He hates these traitors who have no emperor.
"Damn! Damn! These bastards, bastards who will go to hell! How dare you humiliate His Majesty the Emperor like this!"
This was not the only kind of leaflets. All kinds of leaflets were flying in the sky, especially some superficial political satirical cartoons, which shocked the soldiers.
The soldier was taken away by the hypocritical recruiter, and as soon as the door behind him was closed, the greedy capitalist and landlord stripped the soldier's wife naked and pressed her on the bed to humiliate her, but the soldier didn't even know it.
On the battlefield, the charging soldiers were killed by bullets one by one. On the other side of the picture, the women and children in the countryside were hungry and skinny, and there were even graves with crosses.
The fat French nobles were enjoying tender steaks with the Prussian nobles. In the corner of the picture, butchers were slaughtering the French people and cutting their flesh from the people!
These leaflets are easy to understand, have clear slogans, and depict the social conflicts that are closest to people's hearts!
The young men from the south had never seen such a massive amount of information transmission, and they suddenly became a little at a loss. The expressions in the eyes of many soldiers changed.
To be honest, the army actually has its own soul, which is a gene shaped by the first commander who formed this army.
You can also say that this unique gene is the soul of the military. This idealistic view actually has a huge market in the military!
The new army formed by Thiers came from two parts, one-third of which came from the Paris garrison, and two-thirds from the Army of the South formed by Gambetta.
Gambetta was a die-hard republican with pure morals. He was a staunch supporter of the Revolution. Although he opposed the Paris Commune movement, he did not oppose the government of the Republic!
The army built by such a person will naturally have his own unique character imprint, which is patriotism, justice, justice, freedom... and other legacies left by the Great Revolution.
Such soldiers are actually very easy to be brainwashed. Originally, France was defeated and the Germans did not leave the French territory. The invaders had not been driven away, and Thiers was about to launch a civil war. This was an unpopular behavior among the new army.
When the morale of the soldiers is low, how can they withstand the deception of these commune speech geniuses who are proficient in propaganda? There is suddenly a small spark of anger in the eyes of these soldiers.
Once resistance and resentment arise, General LeConte's orders will become even more nonsense!
The soldiers involuntarily slowed down and lowered their strength. Even the horses that fell into the sea of people felt the hesitation in their masters' hearts and sneezed uneasily.
The east is gradually getting brighter, and more and more main forces of the National Guard are supporting them. Although they are strictly prohibited from shooting, they have more experience in street fighting than ordinary people.
A strong blue-collar worker squeezed into the crowd, holding a huge pair of scissors in his hand. He grabbed the cavalry's leather harness and shouted to the people around him with great force!
"Brothers and sisters! Don't be afraid... the cavalry is nothing special, justice is on our side!"
"Cut off these shackles, and no one can take away the rights from the people!"
"Innate human rights! Everyone is equal!"
Long live! The crowd roared like thunder, and the frightened war horse roared. Taking this opportunity, the big scissors directly cut off the leather lock of the war horse. The saddle could not bear the force, and the cavalryman on the horse suddenly slipped to the ground and fell to the ground. Fart squat.
Hahaha... The crowd burst into laughter, but no one tried to trouble the embarrassed cavalryman, and some even reached out to give him a hand.
Following the same example, these cavalrymen were soon disarmed. When Leconte saw this scene, especially when he saw that the cavalrymen were bruised and swollen, they did not resist, and he temporarily lost his mind!
"Damn you bastards! Shoot! Shoot! Why don't you fight..." LeConte whipped his horsewhip to the soldiers around him. A bloody path was drawn from the whip, and the soldiers were throbbing in pain.
These soldiers were not trained by you, and they are not close to you at all. Except for the three or four soldiers around you who are your direct descendants, no one else cares about who you are!
He actually beat the soldiers like this. One of the soldiers who was in pain suddenly roared. He grabbed the riding crop and pointed it at LeConte's nose and shouted.
"You have a gun in your waist, why don't you shoot!"
yes! You, Leconte, had a pistol in your waist, why didn't you fire, and why did you force the soldiers to massacre your own compatriots!
LeConte almost made Whitebeard angry and turned into Blackbeard. He said in his heart that I am the commander, I have to command you to shoot! You soldiers must fight for me and escort me!
In fact, Leconte also had a secret idea in his mind. He was already panicking in front of him. He subconsciously told himself that he could not shoot himself!
If he fired a gun and the soldiers under him didn't shoot with him, wouldn't he become the target of public criticism?
He might be dragged to death by a horse by the angry Paris citizens! How could a general kill someone by himself?
But he couldn't say this clearly, and he couldn't directly say that he was scared! But when faced with the young soldier's robbery, he became angry and drew his saber, directly slashing the young man with the back of the saber.
"How dare you steal my riding crop! You bastard, go to court-martial and wait to be shot! Damn bastard..."
"All soldiers, obey my orders! This is the last time I order you...raise your rifles...fire...fire!"
"If you dare to disobey military orders today, you will all be sent to a military court later!"
"I'm going to enforce the law of sitting down, and I'm going to throw your family members into prison too!"
"Shoot! You bastards, shoot!"
LeConte has completely lost his mind, and his entire face is twisted and deformed!
The scene suddenly froze. When the soldiers heard that they were threatening their own families, their expressions changed drastically!
They know that these high-ranking big shots can do anything. They can do anything!
The soldiers clutched their rifles so tightly that the knuckles of their fingers turned white. People could see their hands trembling. At that moment, even time seemed to stand still.
