Raoul Rigault has always been an anomaly among the leaders of the commune. He is mainly responsible for the task of secret police. Maybe it is because the work he is exposed to is too shady, so his whole aura is very uncomfortable.
The relationship between him and other leaders of the commune was not very good, especially the fanatical radicals such as Varland and Duval. Serious conflicts and even fistfights broke out between them because of ideological issues.
The commune originally originated from the grasslands, and they were all veterans and hot-tempered workers in the factory, including destitute homeless people, so the work was a bit rough, and fist fights were common after drinking too much.
But no matter how hard he fought, Raoul Rigault would not accept these idealists. He always had some very deep worries in his heart. Of course he was a fanatical commune leader, and he hated all aristocratic capitalists!
But he was also disgusted with the patriotic sentiments of these idiots in the commune. In his eyes, it was because of these worthless patriotic sentiments that the workers' movement failed time and time again!
Unable to stand the stuffy atmosphere in the room, Raoul Rigault walked out of the headquarters and stood under the Vendôme Column smoking a cigarette and blowing in the cold air.
The statue of Napoleon III with his head cut off is right next to him!
"Your Majesty the Emperor, you went to England to enjoy your life, but you left such a mess for us to clean up... If it were you, what do you think we should do now?"
Just as he was muttering to himself, a figure suddenly appeared in the square, looking around, and finally saw Raoul Rigaud.
"Sir...Sir, you are here, I have another important intelligence report!"
"speak!"
"Near the Porte d'Orléans in the south, there was a sudden movement in the government army camp...the two troops are changing defenses!"
"Switching defenses? Isn't this normal?"
"No, sir, not only the Porte d'Orléans, but also the surrounding Porte d'Italie, Porte de Chatillon, Porte Blanchon, Porte Charenton...all have government troops changing their defenses!"
With a whoosh, the burning cigarette butt was bounced into the night sky. Raoul Rigault's face turned gloomy. "Everyone has started to change their defenses? Do you know the numbers of the units that have been changed?"
"No, there is nothing, no numbers and no flags... But, I feel something is wrong! I can't explain clearly, anyway, these troops feel very dangerous..."
Raoul Rigaud's men are all people who wander in the dark, plainclothes, spies, secret police... They usually do some dirty and dirty work!
Kidnapping, robbery, assassination, espionage...someone has to do the work in the shadows!
Over time, these people have developed an inexplicable intuition about danger. Their subordinates say that there is something strange about those troops, so there must be something wrong!
"Take me to take a look..." Raoul Rigaud did not discuss it with his colleagues in the headquarters. Anyway, those people couldn't think of anything other than drinking and fighting when their minds were full of excitement!
A team of fast horses ran wildly through the streets of Paris at night. When they passed the checkpoint along the way, they saw that Raoul Rigaud did not dare to stop them and quickly let them go. The soldier on duty at night said in confusion, "What are you doing? Are you still patrolling the city in the middle of the night?" "
From the Montmartre heights to the south, across the Seine River and into the Left Bank of Paris where the enemy and our forces are intertwined, carefully avoiding the areas controlled by the government forces and passing through secret and safe alleys, the group finally arrived at the South City, where the Commune's power is weakest.
Far away from the enemy's defense line, the group began to dismount and secretly approached the fortress near the Porte de Chatillon. At this moment, the commune's propaganda team was preparing to throw leaflets to the enemy at night.
"Sir? Why are you here..."
"What happened here? Is there a large-scale enemy defense change?"
"Yes, we just arrived, and soon we lurked in the three-story building nearest to the military camp... We did see hundreds of soldiers entering the military camp just now. There was a noise in the military camp, but it soon became quiet. Already..."
Raoul Rigao was lying on the window sill of the ruins of the building, thinking carefully in his mind, "Be careful, sneak in secretly, and withdraw immediately after throwing the leaflets... I will observe here..."
"Yes, sir, I promise to complete the mission!" Several young people saluted excitedly!
Six young men were carrying canvas bags commonly used by postmen across their bodies. Inside were all psychological warfare leaflets that had just been printed!
These young people are not even considered National Guardsmen, they are just outsiders. They deliver a letter every day, secretly post leaflets, and deliver leaflets to enemy camps at night. They are responsible for these chores!
How eager they were to become official commune warriors. With three or four francs coming in every day, their brothers and sisters at home could have one more mouthful of potato soup.
Being able to complete tasks in front of leaders, isn't this the best opportunity to perform?
Six young people in their late teens, their faces flushed with excitement, rushed into the sewer in the backyard and quietly approached the target building in the distance.
Raoul Rigao was only more than fifty meters away from the building in the distance. The sight here was very good and he could clearly see several small black shadows starting to flash on the windows of the target building.
"Sir...what's there to see? After a while, the children went to the roof of the building and scattered some leaflets in the wind, and they withdrew. What do you want to see?"
"I want to see the reaction of these enemies. I also feel something is wrong! There is a strange smell in the military camp!"
The moonlight was like silver, shining on the building closest to the position. Several young figures suddenly appeared. They excitedly scattered handfuls of leaflets along the wind.
"Long live the Commune!"
"Stop being a lackey for the aristocratic capitalists!"
"for freedom!"
When Li Gao heard this, he trembled in his heart. "Damn it, are these kids mentally ill? What are they showing off? Why don't you run away quickly..."
The subordinate next to him shook his head and said indifferently, "It doesn't matter, sir, don't worry, this kind of thing happens too often. The government troops have become frightened. They will never dare to leave the camp at night..."
But before he finished speaking, Raoulli watched with high eyes as several figures swished out from the dark corners of the military camp, as fast as cheetahs on the African savannah!
"Fart, stop talking about your experience... This army is no longer the same army as before! They are fighting back!"
Fast, no one expected the government forces to counterattack so quickly. The first batch of leaflets had not yet landed, and the mobile sentries at night had already launched a spontaneous counterattack.
The slogans in the dark night clearly identified the young man's position. A squad of French troops covered each other and rushed into the ruins of the building with sharp bayonets!
"Outflank left and right...block the back door...kill without mercy!"
In less than thirty seconds, gunshots rang out in the ruins of the building, followed by crisp sounds of white blades clashing!
And then... Raoul Rigault saw with his own eyes, against the background of the moonlight as white as silver, several small figures falling from the roof of the building!
The leaflets scattered in the messenger bag fluttered in the wind, just like the paper butterflies that Chinese people send at funerals!
