Leconte's life has come to an end. Whether he is pretending to be pitiful or using money to induce him, these murderous commune members can no longer listen.
The emotions of these people have been instigated by Paris at this moment, and they have become bubbles that cannot control themselves in the maelstrom!
Xiao Letian has been standing on the city wall since last night, watching the violent whirlpool in Paris. He drank cup after cup of strong tea and coffee, and his eyes were bloodshot.
There was a white porcelain plate placed on the city wall, and none of the sandwiches in it were touched. From time to time, a messenger would run around him, reporting to him the latest information about Paris.
He also learned about the capture of Leconte, and Xiao Letian's heart suddenly jumped up. He had a premonition that the first shot of this violent killing game would probably start from here.
"Humans are very emotional creatures. Their animal instincts have never disappeared, they are just suppressed by human nature... Once they encounter the right environment, they will immediately return to their instincts!"
"People who have not received special training cannot remain rational in group incidents. People's emotions will be quickly involved!"
"Hundreds of thousands of people are taking action, and they are also using such lofty slogans. Everyone thinks they are righteous...Human beings will get lost in the excitement of collective behavior of small groups and fail to observe the correct path!"
"They will naturally huddle together for warmth, as if having more people means it will be absolutely correct... Of course, having more people will definitely be correct, but having more people and less people are relative..."
"A natural person, affected by his vision, can often only see the nearest circle, a small group, and what is happening in that small area..."
"When a person falls into a group of a hundred people, he will easily be coerced by these one hundred people into doing something that this small group thinks is right... But they don't know that at the same time, there are a million People think you are wrong and are trying to compete with you and oppose you!"
"Look at this Paris! Riots have formed, hundreds of thousands of commune members have formed their own independent small group, they are trapped in their own absolutely correct emotional illusion..."
"Gunshots, roars, shouts, slogans... encourage each other, cheer each other up, blood splatters, emotions are high!"
"There is no hope, there is no hope for LeConte! The first shot is about to be fired!"
Xiao Letian's generals have already begun to assign tasks. Only Xiao Letian and a group of dragon guards on the city wall, and of course Wang Junlan, who is everywhere and easy to ignore.
His pen rustled in shorthand, even if it was the head of state talking to himself!
Bang... Bang... Bang...
Xiao Letian's heart trembled at that time. He seemed to hear the gunshots in the Place Vendôme. Although this was simply impossible, he had such an intuition.
"Come here... prepare your horses... I'm going to see that respected lady! It's time to do something..."
The Vendôme Column has been surrounded by excited citizens. More and more citizens are crowding in. There were less than 200 people just now, but now there are 700 or 800 people crowded.
The beggar judge finally ordered LeConte to be shot, and the men and women dressed as jurors clenched their fists and shouted, "Shoot him! The jury's verdict...shoot him!"
The Pojiao veteran led more than a dozen of the remaining commune members. The weapons in their hands were in a mess, including the bell-mouthed muskets that were popular two or three hundred years ago.
God knows which museum these people grabbed their weapons from, but they are just as useful for killing people!
"In the name of the people...fire!"
Bang bang bang... More than a dozen members pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the area around the Vendôme Column was suddenly enveloped in smoke.
The bullets hit General Leconte and the soldiers, and the arrows of blood spurted out more than a foot away. The dying corpse was even twitching continuously.
The soldier who missed the vital point screamed in pain, and the veteran rushed forward and stabbed him with a bayonet, ending his pain right in the center.
The expressions of the onlookers were extremely complicated. The women and children subconsciously shivered and closed their eyes when they heard the gunfire, while the men and young adults danced excitedly.
"Long live!" Seeing an enemy general die under his own gun, the people cheered excitedly, and some young people even rushed up and grabbed LeConte's hair.
The old general had been shot three times in the chest and was completely dead at the moment. His head was lowered, his gray hair and beard were moving disorderly, and the bullet holes in his chest were still bleeding.
The young citizen rushed forward, grabbed LeConte's hair, and lifted his head violently. "Brothers and sisters! Look, this is the fate of the enemy general!"
"They are not invincible! We are invincible..."
"Even fat-headed emperors and generals will die, and their ugliness in their dying struggle is just as disgusting..."
"Fight to the end! Long live the Commune!"
The young man shouted something from the high platform and pulled LeConte's head, as if the dead man nodded and acknowledged his words.
Seven to eight hundred citizens shouted slogans, cheered, and applauded, and the Place Vendôme became a sea of joy.
At this moment, a group of commune soldiers came from the distant street. The leader was none other than the committee member who worked with Delecreuz, Eugène Baudier!
"Where is LeConte? Where is LeConte..." Baudier shouted as he ran, but as soon as he reached the edge of the crowd, he stopped and was dumbfounded.
"Oh my god! Oh...oh...oh..." Baudier slapped his thigh anxiously!
"Who asked you to kill? Who allowed you to shoot the prisoners? You are simply... simply..."
"Ouch..." Bodier beat his feet and chest, unable to speak in a hurry. "You have ruined a big thing for the commune! You have ruined a big thing..."
At this moment, people had just calmed down a little from the frenzy of killing people. Seeing that one of the commune leaders was acting so uncharacteristically, some people felt that they had done something wrong.
The cunning guy sneaked out secretly, and soon more than half of the people watching the fun in the square were gone!
Baudier was so angry that he almost cried. He had received an order from his superiors to protect Leconte. After all, this guy was a lackey of the Bourbon dynasty. He used his dog's life to take the archbishop and a group of noble capitalists as hostages. His life could be exchanged for someone else.
Thiers didn't care about the power of the Catholic Church, but he had to show some mercy to his new master. Leconte's value in Thiers' heart definitely exceeded that of the Archbishop of Davabour.
"What a good exchange of hostages this is...why just kill them? How can we negotiate? It's such a bad thing..."
"Let's go... quickly notify all leaders of the emergency meeting..."
The last glimmer of hope for peace was shattered, and Baudier never expected that all the people watching the excitement were all big talkers.
These people scattered to every fighting street in Paris and soon spread the news of the shooting of General Lecomte!
Of course, they thought this was to boost morale, and no one would think that they had done anything wrong, but they did not expect that this news would also reach the ears of the government troops!
