Lecomte's death dispelled the last illusions of peace talks between the two parties. Without Blanqui's suppression, the militants within the Paris Commune became even more arrogant.
Vallan, Duval, Raoul Rigault... and other powerful leaders who controlled a large number of troops were gearing up to prepare for a decisive battle with the enemy.
Moderate leaders such as Delecluse and Michel are no longer able to recover at this moment. They can only regret that they shook their heads and threw themselves into the battle.
Michel stood at the gate of the headquarters and looked at several corpses lying next to the Vendôme Column. Leconte was covered with a dirty sheet, and the cloth was blown by the wind. He seemed to feel that Lecomte was still there. Same as breathing.
"You're all blaming me. I really should have personally escorted the captives back... Why did I neglect it? Damn it..."
Just when Michelle was blaming herself, Raoul Rigault walked over to her and said, "Pull it down, stop fantasizing... I despise your romantic feelings the most!"
"What will happen if LeConte is alive? What if the teacher is replaced? Can this war be avoided?"
"It's a big mistake. Class struggle cannot be reconciled at all... Even if the teacher comes back and there is a brief truce of one or two months, we will still have to kill you to death!"
"It's just one day early, one day late... I've seen through it a long time ago!"
"Fight, the only way for now is to fight! Kill until the enemy is frightened and let them completely lose the courage to fight us!"
"Fighters, follow me and charge!"
The entire Montmartre and the entire Paris became a boiling porridge pot. Everyone became a grain of rice cooked by the flames and boiling soup. The civil war officially started!
Bugles declaring war sounded one after another in the city, and all the National Guard soldiers began to gather. They ran out of their homes, carrying rifles and ammunition on their backs.
If you don’t have a rifle, you should at least have a bayonet or saber. Even an engineer shovel is a weapon that can be used in combat!
The children began to use their flexible and young bodies to walk through the streets and even get into the sewers, becoming messengers between the various units in the commune.
The elderly and younger children began to gather towards the core area of Montmartre to avoid enemy stray bullets!
Even women have been organized. The women's combat team is charging behind the men, while more housewives are organized. They open the sealed warehouse and take out the strategic materials that Blanqui has treasured for a long time.
These aunts and girls were all dumbfounded. Each of the heavily guarded warehouses was filled with supplies, including countless grains!
Flour bags piled up like mountains, strips of ham and strings of sausages hung as densely as a jungle!
Huge wheels of cheese that have not yet been cut are piled one after another on the shelf, with dust and blue-green fluff on the surface. Judging from the labels, some of the cheeses have been aged for more than ten years...
There are also tons of bacon piled on dry hay piles like firewood, and they are as shiny as hills!
"Oh my god! How can there be so much food? How long will it take to eat it..." The freckle-covered girl covered her mouth and exclaimed.
The little leader of the commune, the frying pan lady, put her hands on her hips and shouted, "What's too much? Don't forget, we have to control the eating, drinking, and drinking of 300,000 National Guardsmen!"
"No amount of food is enough to eat!"
"From now on, our mission is to cook and ensure abundant food for the army... Let them fight those bastards!"
"Now I start to divide into groups and prepare dinner for our soldiers...I want to name names..."
Aunt Pan has more than 800 women under her command. At the same time, there are ten such grassroots commune leaders commanding an army of kitchens of the same size!
In order to support the feeding problem of the 300,000 commune warriors, the women in the commune who were cooking alone organized a total of 9,000 people!
Ahead is a hail of bullets, and behind is a symphony of pots and pans!
These citizens, who had just spent a hungry winter, had no time to consider why none of the food was out of the market during that cold winter when people were starving to death?
This in the end is why? They don't understand or understand. They only know that there is a mountain of food in front of them, and they can secretly stuff a piece of cheese and sausage into their mouths while cooking.
The happiness of mortals is so humble. Even if the whole city is plunged into blood and fire, even if I may die in the next second... At least at this moment, I can enjoy such a little delicious food... This is happiness!
"Hey, look...what is this..."
A little girl held an iron cylinder in her hand. It was heavy and cold, with various characters and numbers on it that she could not understand at all.
"This is a can made by the Chinese!" Aunt Pan grabbed the can and said, "My brother who is a soldier in the army said that this is a kind of magic food. Chinese people are originally very weak and very weak. So easy to bully..."
"But when the Führer brought this magical food, they became invincible!"
"I'm going to open your eyes today!" Aunt Pan picked up a meat-chopping knife and dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-dang-off-off-office-off-office-off-office-off-office-off-meat-off-meat-knives.
The sweet taste fascinates humans. Inside the tinplate cans are various tropical fruits cut into small pieces. The strange fragrance is simply not something these little girls can recognize.
In this era, there is no refrigeration technology or large-scale logistics. It is difficult for humans to taste delicious food that is more than a hundred kilometers away from their own living area!
They have never even tasted the special delicacies of their own country, how can they possibly enjoy the flavors of the tropical south?
Each person took a small bite, and a wonderful sense of happiness spread from the mouth to the heart. It was the first time in their lives, and perhaps the last time, they tasted pineapple, pineapple, mango, coconut meat, yellow peach, lychee... the uniqueness of these exotic fruits. Flavor!
Sweet as first love!
"So happy! This is really magical food. How can there be such delicious food in this world..." Many little girls even cried with happiness.
Of course they were happy, at least at the moment they enjoyed the sense of security protected by others, and they also tasted a long-lost sweetness after a cold winter when supplies were scarce.
This is the French, the romantic French. Artillery fire is rumbling on the front line, but just a block or two away... there are so many little girls, tasting the sweetness of lychees and feeling the happiness of first love!
At that moment, the war was separated from them!
At that moment, it seemed that their humble life was not so painful anymore!
