The bells of Notre Dame de Paris rang loudly again. This time it was not the monks summoning the devout believers to attend mass, but the commune members who discovered the enemy's strange movements at the darkest moment before dawn.
Marshal McMahon drew a total of eleven huge arrows on the huge city defense map of Paris, launching attacks on the city of Paris from all directions...except of course the demilitarized zone at Porte de Chapelle...from all directions.
McMahon did not invest all his troops, but only invested 110,000 troops, which was the strength of 11 heavy infantry divisions!
Thiers and other civil officials once carefully reminded the marshal that there were as many as 300,000 trained National Guard thugs in the city, and there were millions of poor people supporting them. Is this a little less force?
But the marshal firmly rejected their doubts, "War is not a mathematical game as you think, it is not something you can win just by counting the number of troops!"
"What the army needs is morale, organizational ability, and coordination... A well-coordinated company can completely deal with a loose infantry battalion, and even create miracles in battles!"
"Ten thousand thugs may not be able to break up a military formation formed by a thousand elite veterans!"
"You are good at making money! I am good at fighting!"
McMahon was the last hope for Thiers and others. Now the marshal had to endure no matter how domineering he was. They could only watch as one hundred thousand veterans launched an attack before dawn.
Eleven silent regiments began to advance towards the predetermined area, and the artillery of each unit moved forward with the army, pulled by countless horses.
The vanguard troops soon exchanged fire with the wandering Commune sentries, and gunshots erupted throughout Paris in the dark night!
This was a general attack without warning. Except for Raoul Rigaud, who had not slept all night, all the commune leaders were kept in the dark!
Vallan, Duval and others even got very drunk last night!
"Ring the bells of Notre Dame immediately...then call the police all over the city...quickly, quick..."
Raoul Rigaud ran wildly on the street, and it was not until he crossed the Seine that his men found a few horses. He almost spent his life to buy time for the commune. He could smell the smell of despair at this moment.
"The enemy is different. This attack is not those wimps...it must be that the French Emperor's regiment is back!"
"And it is so murderous that it is very likely that the King of France personally commanded it..."
"Comrades! Take action, those royalists are trying to restore the Bonaparte family again! We don't allow it!"
Dang, dang, dang... the bell rang, waking up countless sleeping members!
There is a complete alarm system within the commune. Each block has alarm bells and lights. They have their own bell-ringing rhythm and light signals.
And Raoul Rigo sounded the highest-level final bell, and now the whole city exploded!
Wearing clothes, the commune members rushed to the street, some were buttoning up as they ran, and some even ran to the door and only put on a pair of trousers!
The noisy men and women poked their heads out of the windows. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"The alarm bell, the alarm bell of Notre Dame is ringing, it is the order for the general attack..."
"Are you kidding? Those weaklings have been scared of us for a long time, and they dare to attack us at five o'clock in the morning..."
"Baby... go to bed and wait for me... I'll shoot a round and blast those idiots away. I'll come find you again..."
The fat, bare-chested woman smiled charmingly and flirted with her lover, as if the man was out for fun. "Don't forget to buy me a loaf of white bread after receiving your allowance today...the best baguette you can bake!"
The two of them kissed hard at the door. The man ran out with the rifle in hand, "Just wait... I might bring you a sausage!"
Countless commune members got out of their hot beds, got up from the bellies of their wives and lovers, brought their own weapons and started heading towards the barricades.
At this time, the alarm bell of Notre Dame was ringing along with the alarm bells of all the neighborhoods. The chaos in the city finally made the hungover leaders in Place Vendôme wake up.
"The enemy...is attacking?" Varlan's head felt like it was filled with paste. "Give me cold water, I want to wash my face!"
"Position... From which direction was the attack launched? Give me the map..." Duval stuffed a piece of dry bread into his mouth and asked his subordinates for the latest information.
But now the headquarters doesn't know what's going on outside. It only knows that alarm bells are ringing throughout the city.
"I don't know, there is no information at all... It seems that the whole city is in chaos!"
"Damn it, we sent our cavalry to investigate, but why can't we even find the direction of the general attack?"
At the same time, in the demilitarized zone outside Shapei's gate, Xiao Letian had climbed onto a temporary tall wooden tower and was looking out at the chaos in the city.
The seven-kilometer military restricted area is surrounded by overlapping barbed wire fences and fences. Behind it is a bunker wall piled with sandbags. The shooting holes are arranged in a very standard manner.
Heavy machine gun positions for cross-fire were set up in all areas prone to impact, and small-caliber Krupp steel cannons were prepared in the rear.
Xiao Letian mobilized a total of more than 600 special forces to guard the security here, and there were actually thousands of Red Cross staff gathered in the core area of the camp.
This place is simply a home of angels in white, with women all coming and going. If Xiao Letian hadn't strictly ordered not to mess around, these romantic little European nurses might have seduced many handsome Chinese officers!
But now they couldn't care about all this. The tense atmosphere made the girls dumbfounded. They all ran out of the resting dormitory and looked at Paris in the distance.
Moreover, the woman kept chattering. At this moment, Wang Chen, who was riding a horse, ran over and shouted in English with a weird accent.
"Everyone go into the house...go back...go back...you don't know if there's a war? You don't even want to die..."
"Go back all...go back all..."
Wang Chen quickly rushed to the entrance of the watchtower, turned over and dismounted, "Report to the head of state... The French government sent a secret message... At 5:30 this morning, the French army began a general offensive!"
The wooden watchtower is twenty-five meters high. Xiao Letian is blowing the cold wind here. He is still wearing a woolen military coat in the June weather.
"Have we started? After all, history has its own huge inertia. After all, I, a little time-traveling butterfly, am not omnipotent!"
At this moment, suddenly in the far south, as if already beyond the distance of the Seine River, a fire suddenly lit up in the dark night, followed by a rumbling explosion a few seconds later.
"A fight has begun! Is it from the left bank direction... is the arsenal exploded?"
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