"Who are the family members of these soldiers? Who do you want them to kill?" As a determined female voice appeared, the crowd suddenly emerged from an alley.
Michelle, the female leader of the Commune, held the French tricolor flag, followed by several members of the Women's Guard, and glared at General Lecomte.
"Shoot, soldiers, shoot your relatives."
"We have nothing but our bare hands, and we only have blood to spill. We can't stop your bullets, but are you really willing to shoot at your relatives?"
"If you can do it, then come after me."
Michel judged through his years of experience in street struggle that these soldiers had been shaken, and these soldiers had internally accepted everything the Commune preached.
Among the big shots in France, except for a few people like Gambetta who could convince these soldiers, the rest actually accumulated countless public indignation.
The growth of the commune over the years is not without the background of the times. France is really in a state of devastation right now. People's lives are miserable, and even the most basic food and clothing cannot be guaranteed.
Not to mention the strife between classes. Who among the people at the bottom has not been bullied and has no resentment in his belly?
Faced with Michelle's righteous scolding, all the soldiers avoided her eyes and did not dare to look at her at all, and the woman behind Michelle was even more sharp-tongued.
"Shoot, you let these soldiers shoot, shoot at their brothers, fathers, ancestors and sisters."
"You cowards don't dare to fight the Germans and Chinese, but you dare to massacre your own relatives"
"Stop trying to frighten people with the sit-down method. Didn't the entire French nation let you, the emperor's lackeys, sit down for a long time? Didn't we have fewer people die?"
The riot of curses made General LeConte’s head grow bigger. “You damn soldiers, are you going to surrender to these scum?”
"These are all traitors. If you don't shoot me, I will shoot you first."
What the soldiers hated the most was the kind of harsh-looking officer. A tall young soldier in the army looked at LeConte with disdain. He walked among the citizens and turned around to face the army.
"Even if you shoot me, I will not massacre our French brothers. Don't sacrifice your life for him. Leconte is a royalist."
Where there is the first, there is the second
"I won't do it anymore. Whoever likes to do this kind of dirty work will do it."
One, two, or three countless soldiers came out of the formation. As long as they took one or two steps forward, they could reach the middle of the citizens. If they turned around again, they would be separated from the previous reactionary forces.
Michelle was ecstatic, "Decades of sowing the seeds of revolution are indeed meaningful. The seeds sprouted today and the revolution was so successful."
"Long live the people, welcome our brothers before the uprising and embrace our brothers"
Right in front of Lecomte, hundreds of Parisian citizens embraced the rebellious soldiers of the Southern Legion, laughing, dancing, and slapping their backs.
LeConte was completely stunned. The pistol in his hand was aimed at this and another one, but he did not dare to pull the trigger on anyone.
He knew very well that if he dared to shoot these people, they would tear him alive.
"Let's go, general, break out quickly." Only then did his personal soldiers realize that his general was too close to the front line and was now surrounded.
If he still wanted to leave, the people of Paris would not let him go. The people swarmed up, disarmed Lecomte, grabbed him off his horse, and tied up all the guards around him.
"Shoot him, shoot him," someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.
Fortunately, Michelle was here to suppress the situation. She raised her hand and shouted, "Don't mess with us. We are different from these beasts and careerists. We will not kill people without trial."
"Take him to the Place Vendôme and let all the leaders of the Commune try him together. We will form a jury to try him together."
"What's the point of talking to these beasts? They illegally arrested our leader. Should we tell them the law? He should be executed on the spot."
At this moment, Leconte lost all the arrogance he had shown earlier. He was so frightened that his face turned pale. He looked at the angry eyes around him and kept begging for mercy, "Don't kill me. I'm just following orders. Don't kill." I"
Although the crowd shouted to fight, no one dared to take action with Michel holding the battle line. Lecomte was escorted to Place Vendôme, and the soldiers quickly integrated with the National Guard.
LeConte definitely deserves the blame. He is just a fat-headed loser who doesn’t know how to fight, a royalist who hangs out in the military, and a sycophant.
He doesn’t know his own troops at all, so he thinks that his status can suppress others.
He obviously doesn't have that much influence, but he dares to rush to the front line and take risks even though he doesn't have any direct relatives around him.
Stupidity and arrogance ultimately killed him
But the other general Soubier who fought alongside him was much smarter than him. In tonight's sneak attack plan, Thiers specially selected the generals of these two generals because they were both the most die-hard royalists. The party is essentially the same type of people as Thiers, and belongs to the direct line of troops.
Soubier also encountered the siege of Paris citizens, but he was very cunning and always commanded the troops behind the large army. Under the protection of nearly 6,000 troops, although he had no results, he would not lose too badly.
At this moment, he also encountered the same problem. More and more Paris citizens gathered, blocking the way forward of the troops with a numerical gap several times greater.
The soldiers under him also hesitated, and no one fired. Of course, when Susbier, an old fox, saw that the situation was so chaotic, he did not issue an order to shoot and suppress it at all.
"General, General, General LeConte was captured by thugs."
"Ah, how is it possible that LeConte has more soldiers than me? He has more than 7,000 soldiers."
"Underestimating the enemy's advance, General LeConte rushed to the front line, only to be surrounded by thugs."
"Damn it, is this man mentally ill? Immediately mobilize two battalions of elites from the reserves to snatch the general back. Go quickly?"
"Immediately report the battle situation to the president at the rear. All the sneak attack plans have failed and there is no way to continue the fight."
The messenger quickly delivered the message to the temporary command post outside the city. When Thiers received the latest battle report, it was already 7:30 in the morning.
"What God? Even if this damn stupid pig fails, he can't lose himself."
"Damn damn damn"
During the previous siege of Paris, a small bastion that had not been damaged was now serving as the president's temporary headquarters. His angry roar was deafening, and the faces of the surrounding confidantes turned pale.
"Stop the attack and replace this stupid pig first."
