This is a war that Thiers can't win on his own initiative, because he has no unified military spirit from beginning to end!
Yes, the new French government army he reorganized was unwilling to go to war with his compatriots from the beginning, especially those soldiers from the south, who sympathized with the poor poor from the bottom of their hearts.
The poor in the world belong to the same family, and there are only a few rich men who serve as soldiers. Even if the young master from a truly wealthy family starts out as a soldier, he is still an officer, and there is no way he can become a top soldier!
These workers, farmers, herdsmen, and craftsmen from the countryside and cities in southern France have the same living environment and the same joys and sorrows as the members of the Paris Commune!
They know that hunger is uncomfortable. They have seen their relatives die of illness because they had no money to buy medicine. They can empathize with the suffering of the orphans on the street!
How the fat-minded aristocratic capitalists exploited and bullied them, and how ugly the loan sharks looked when they forced rent collection, they will remember it for the rest of their lives!
Poverty is a kind of suffering and there is no cure!
Why do our own people kill our own people? Looking at those familiar faces, aren't they his parents, relatives, childhood friends, friends... How could he do this!
Perhaps the remaining one-third of the veterans of the original Paris garrison still have a little hatred in their hearts, but it is a pity that they are not the main force in this army.
The troops that suffered the most heavy casualties were discarded by Thiers as useless, and all that remained were a group of frightened men who had lost the battle.
This kind of troop structure is doomed that they will not work hard, and the whole war will be like a farce!
Thiers finally arrived at the military camp near the Bourbon Palace under the protection of heavy soldiers. He looked at the frightened eyes of the soldiers one by one, then looked at the clear soup in the porridge pot, and heard the wails of the wounded soldiers in his ears...
Just when Thiers wanted to say a few words to boost morale, suddenly a burst of intense gunfire rang out not far away, and the guerrillas of the commune took advantage of the darkness to open fire again.
"Protect the President..." The guards couldn't care less about the president's image. They threw Thiers to the ground, and bullets flew over their heads.
After being pulled and pulled, Thiers was escorted into the masonry barracks, and he was finally a little safer!
Seeing that the president was taking the lead, the soldiers in the barracks finally resisted a little more fiercely. The soldiers fired intensively at the attackers through the fence, and even launched cannons and opened fire!
After a brief harassment, the guerrillas quickly disappeared into the darkness. Thiers slammed the table angrily, "Why don't you fight back! Why don't you rush out and kill them all..."
General Susbie shook his head and said, "They are not the main force of the enemy. The purpose of these people's attack is actually to prevent our soldiers from sleeping..."
"The angry counterattack fell into their trap! If the soldiers don't get a good rest, they won't be able to fight tomorrow..."
"Then tell me, how should we win this battle? General LeConte died in the battle, are you also timid?"
Susbie took half a step back and stood at attention, saluting, "Your Excellency, I can die on the battlefield at any time, but in a battle with no hope of victory, I don't want to die in vain!"
"Death has to have a meaning!"
The president wanted to denounce something, but the guard captain beside him whispered, "General Soubier personally organized a night attack team an hour ago. He attacked a dangerous place two blocks away from Place Vendôme." land……"
"In the end, he exchanged more than 60 commune prisoners for the old general's body!"
"You'd better give the general some face!"
After hearing these words, Thiers finally suppressed his anger, "Did General Lecomte's body come back?"
"Yes, I am too incompetent to break the Place Vendôme... I have no choice but to exchange for prisoners!"
"Don't blame yourself, you did the right thing... General LeConte died for his country, his body can no longer be humiliated! Let me go and take a look!"
At this time, the general's body had been placed in a coffin, but the coffin board was not buckled. Leconte's body had also been briefly cleaned, put on a brand new military uniform, and wiped away the blood and stains.
Thiers was indeed a politician from the acting department. When he saw the old general's body, he burst into tears, "General! You sacrificed your life for the country, France will never forget you!"
"Bring the flag here... I will personally cover the general with our tricolor flag!"
The night wind was brisk, and the national flag was fluttering in the hands of the president. The soldiers watched this scene with serious expressions. But just as the president was shaking the flag, there was a sudden sound of wind rolling paper in the night sky.
Commune leaflets flew out of nowhere, hitting the president with a crackle, and even the national flag had countless leaflets wrapped inside it.
Thiers can no longer put on a show, this damn war has exhausted all his patience!
"What is this? Why are there traitor leaflets in the military camp? Tell me what this is?"
The location where the coffin was placed was at the core of the military camp. It was far away from the walls and fences. It was impossible for flyers from outside to fly in. This meant that there must have been these illegal leaflets in the military camp.
"General Soubier! Is this how you run the army?"
"Don't sleep tonight! Catch all the enemy's traitors in the army, including the cowards who sympathize with the enemy..."
"It must be cleaned up, otherwise this battle will not be fought!"
The president's roar came from the military camp, and in the dirty sewers, several little Parisian orphans were running back excitedly. There was a supper left for them tonight, and there was grilled sausage that they had dreamed of eating!
After running for who knows how long, the orphans climbed up the sewer ladder and pushed open the sewer cover. Before the children could see clearly, a pair of big hands lifted them out.
"Hahaha... little greedy cat, how did you complete the mission? Come on, come on, have a sip of wine..."
"Go away, you dirty guy, how can children drink?" Aunt Pan gave the drunkard a kick, and hugged and kissed several children warmly.
"Let's go, there are grilled sausages left for you..."
This is the core area of the Paris Commune, the material warehouse on the Montmartre Heights. Tonight's dinner will be open, and all the troops who have been rotated off the battlefield can enjoy dinner.
The commune prepared the most sumptuous delicacies for 300,000 people for today’s victory, and everyone was celebrating today’s victory!
The drunken switchman jumped on the wooden box with a huge beer mug in his hand. "Comrades! Cheers! To today's victory!"
"Long live the Commune! Long live the victory!" People reveled and slowly poured a glass of beer down their throats, and everyone hummed happily.
The little orphans who completed the mission were dumbfounded. They had not eaten such good food since the outbreak of the Franco-Prussian War!
Note: This is the second update, there will be a third update today!
