He was really afraid of what would come. Leconte was afraid that these thugs would recognize him. He had not fought in any major battles during the empire, but he had frequently participated in suppressing public demonstrations.
He directly ordered the shooting and killing four or five times. He was a vicious dog that Napoleon III used very easily!
Many people in Paris knew him, and today they saw that their enemies were extremely jealous. More than a hundred Communard family members who had stayed behind surrounded the Vendôme Column.
The bronze metal components of the Vendôme Column have been purchased by Xiao Letian at scrap prices, but the marble steps are still there, and the broken statue still has its foundation. The old general and his soldiers are tied to these ruins.
"Don't come here! Back off, back off... What do you want to do?"
LeConte was so frightened that he couldn't speak clearly. He was mumbling, and his two penises were so fierce that he even felt like he couldn't hold back the urge to pee!
After all, he was already in his fifties. In that era, the average life span of human beings was not high, so he was considered old at this age.
Leconte regretted this. He really wanted to slap himself twice. Why did he rush so far forward when there was nothing wrong? Do you need to take the lead yourself?
But LeConte also has his own difficulties. With his timid and greedy character, he can rush to the front line regardless of danger, so he must have a reason.
In fact, Leconte just wanted to be loyal to the new master behind him. He wanted to show his loyalty!
Anyone who has studied French history in depth knows very well that during the Franco-Prussian War, the royalist forces in France were very powerful. Although the Revolution has long passed, the people's inner dependence on the emperor still exists.
At that time, the royalist party was divided into three factions. One was the Bonaparte dynasty founded by Napoleon the Great, the other was the Bourbon dynasty with the longest history, and the third was the Orleans dynasty, which branched off from the Bourbon dynasty.
Originally, Leconte was a loyal lackey of Napoleon III, but the Bonaparte family started out as a military man, and they still valued the general's talent very much. Therefore, Lecomte's position in the hands of the French emperor was not high, and he was just a watchdog.
But when the empire collapsed, Leconte quickly abandoned the French emperor, began to flirt with the other two dynasty factions, and soon boarded the Bourbon dynasty's warship.
New slaves must show their merits when boarding the ship. This will affect their future titles and official positions. More importantly, who will restore the Bourbon dynasty or the Orléans dynasty? This counterinsurgency in Paris plays a very important role!
LeConte is obsessed with getting the first credit, so that he can increase the bargaining chip for the master behind him and contribute to his own prosperity!
The temptation is too great. Leconte has seen the upper-class life of a real high-class aristocrat. It is so rich, so extravagant, and so desirable...
Hereditary and disrespectful! Your children and grandchildren will never have to worry!
Greed confuses his mind, which makes him do something he will regret for the rest of his life. He is obviously a loser who doesn't know how to fight, but he plays the game of leading by example. There is really no way to hell!
"You can't kill us... The leader of your commune gave the order, saying that we need to be tried in court, but you can't lynching us!"
The guards around Leconte were more or less courageous and able to hold on. When life and death were at stake, he yelled at the top of his lungs.
The people who gathered around hesitated for a moment, but then a lame veteran shouted angrily, "Bah... damn the emperor's lackeys, did you have a trial when you killed our unarmed citizens?"
"Where was your judge when Mr. Blanqui was assassinated?"
"There is no trial, so why put our leader in jail? Now it's your turn, and you still have to go to trial? You still want fairness, bah..."
The crowd suddenly started shouting "Yes, where was the law when they were shooting at us?"
A beggar in rags laughed and said, "They want a trial and a court...yes, I am the judge now, and I will judge you!"
People burst into laughter, "Yes, I am the clerk, and you are the jury... Since they want a trial, let them have a trial!"
The citizens of Place Vendôme were as excited as a farce. The beggar became the chancellor, the cobbler became the defendant's lawyer, and the fat aunt from the bakery became a member of the jury.
The lame veteran shouted excitedly, "I am the accuser. I want to accuse Leconte of massacring the citizens of Paris. I ask the court to sentence him to death...the death penalty!"
People jumped and shouted, "Yes, sentence him to death!"
The beggar judge took off his worn leather boots and knocked on the bust of Napoleon, banging it like a gavel. "Quiet, quiet... We also have to give the defendant a chance to speak. Defendant's lawyer, do you have anything to say?"
The tanned cobbler waved his arms. He had never been so crazy in his life. "Nothing to say, shoot him! Shoot these bad guys!"
Hahaha... The crowd burst into laughter, and the fat lady in the jury burst out laughing, "You are the defendant's lawyer, how could you take the initiative to shoot the defendant? It really made me laugh..."
Farce, this was a farce like a nightmare. LeConte felt like the whole world was spinning in front of him. Are these poor ghosts who are usually as low as dirt now trying to rape aristocratic generals?
The clown-like performance was really disgusting, but at this moment he didn't even have the courage to refute.
"I have money...I can use money to atone for my sins..." He finally said a complete sentence, "I will give you money, I can give you my manor, please let me go!"
"Let you go? Then who will let our children, our brothers and sisters go!" The lame veteran spit thick phlegm into LeConte's face.
"My brother was shot dead by you on the street! My two children died of illness and starvation... Who spared them!"
"We don't want money! We want revenge!"
When Leconte finally couldn't hold his shit anymore, he felt a heat in his crotch, and the odor spread out. The people around him pinched their noses.
"Please forgive me... I also have brothers and sisters... Please let me go for the sake of my grandchildren and granddaughters!"
"They are still young, they can't live without grandpa...please...wuwuwu..."
Leconte was crying like a child, but at this moment the emotions of the Paris citizens had entered an irrational state, and the long-term state of disorder and war had driven them half crazy.
"Comrades! You see, this is the true face of emperors, generals and ministers... They are also afraid, they also have fears, and they can also pee their pants!"
"As long as we unite, we can kill them all and restore the glory of France! The Commune is invincible!"
The beggar judge jumped on his feet and shouted, "I pronounce the verdict! Sentence them to death! Shoot them!"
