"Hahaha... God bless... These thugs really can't control their emotions!" When the division commander saw that the enemy had launched a charge, his heart calmed down.
He leisurely lit a cigar for himself and blew out a puff of green smoke straight into the air. "Tell the brothers to speed up..."
Avenue Saint-Michel, named after the Archangel Saint-Michel!
It is recorded in the Bible that the Archangel Saint Michael is the leader of all angels. He is famous for his force and is a typical hard-core angel!
Obviously these National Guard soldiers stationed on Saint-Michel Street were also affected by the character of Angel Michel and became extremely hard-core. How could they endure such humiliation!
Not only did he kill his comrades, but he also tortured their corpses in the end!
When the two armies were fighting, why did they kill innocent girls and humiliate them in such brutal and obscene ways?
It is unbearable. The commune members who have been holding back a ball of fire in their hearts can no longer bear it. It doesn't matter whether you are a veteran or a commander, or the political police that everyone is afraid of...just go away!
If people stand in the way of killing, the Buddha should be the *!
"Revenge! Kill the comrades for the sake of the commune!"
There were more than a thousand commune fighters stationed at the second and third barricades. Under this wave of anger, everyone expected the brutal government troops to launch a charge.
The streets were filled with angry roars, and people waved their weapons hoarsely, swarming in like a group of thugs fighting in groups!
At that moment they felt that they were invincible, because the same scene had been played out countless times before, Trochu's Provisional Government Army, Thiers' New Government Army... none of them could stop the Commune's charge!
"Kill all these beasts! Revenge your comrades!"
Boom...a crowd of people suddenly hit the vanguard battalion of the Algerian Third Division!
At that moment, it was like the tide of the full moon crashing on the reef. The waves broke, but the reef was intact!
The elite North African regiments are all veterans of tough battles. They stand shoulder to shoulder in a dense defensive formation, and their bayonets are pointed out like a jungle.
A battalion of soldiers formed a steel plate and blocked the street!
At the front is a whole row of strong soldiers. They are not responsible for killing the enemy but only responsible for the integrity of the formation. Their bayonets are only for deterrence and parry.
The real killing move is for the soldiers in the second and third rows. When the bayonet is thrust out from the gap in the soldier's body, he can always find a breakthrough to kill the enemy!
The air was suddenly filled with a thick smell of blood. The leading group of commune soldiers were pushed by the people behind them and almost hit their bayonets. Screams came one after another!
The North African mercenaries in the front row never stabbed out the bayonets on their own initiative, but only parried the enemy's offensive. They only needed to ensure that the bayonets were pointed out consistently so that the enemy would not be able to get close easily.
Only three rows of bayonets are needed to stop this violent charge, and the shooters at the back of the battle formation are free to do their best!
With the bayonet array in front to resist, the sharpshooters behind could pour out their firepower unscrupulously, and the commune soldiers who rushed up were mopped down row by row!
"Fire! Don't be stupid and rush up! You can't risk your life so hard..."
Among the people charging at the commune, the veteran cried out in despair. He almost shed tears when he saw such a high casualty rate.
But how much influence could he have on his own? He could only hide in a corner where the flow of people could not hit him, and fire one round after another at the military formation on the opposite side!
When a government soldier fell, his comrades behind him immediately pulled him down for treatment, and then new soldiers rushed to fill the gap.
Over and over again, this wall of bayonets is unbreakable!
The division commander at the rear, smoking a cigar, sighed and shook his head, "I thought the casualty rate would be very high, but it turned out that the casualty rate was only this small!"
"Haha... My brothers have all seen big scenes. The death of such a few people will not affect morale at all... A group of untouchables, if you want to play, then play until the end!"
The corpses were laid out layer after layer on the street. Three or four consecutive attacks were ineffective. The bloody smell made the commune members calm down a lot.
Only then did people realize that those veterans were right. Those veterans who hid in the crowd and fired caused many times as many casualties as them!
"Damn it! Are all your rifles fire sticks? Shoot! Fire..."
Bang bang bang... Finally, more National Guard soldiers chose to shoot on the spot, firing at the enemy at the closest distance. Now the bayonet wall could no longer block it, and a large number of dead and wounded soldiers were carried down.
But at this moment, bursts of crazy roars suddenly erupted from the buildings to the left and right of the commune's charge team!
"Engineer Battalion! Assault!"
With a bang, the doors and glass windows along the street were smashed, and more than two hundred warriors holding giant axes with two hands rushed into the crowd like bison.
They rounded the mountain-cleaving ax and struck it on the head of the commune member. The heavy ax could easily split the skull, and the rounded ax could mow down all enemies within a one-meter radius with one swing!
"The engineer battalion of the Foreign Legion is here too... Oh my God! All the best of the French Emperor are here in Paris..."
"My God...they are the 300,000 troops who surrendered to Prussia!"
"How come they came back from the north!"
More than 200 berserkers were like tigers rushing into a flock of sheep, killing the National Guards to pieces in one fell swoop!
At this moment, the North African mercenaries at the south end of the street shouted "Long live France! Long live the Emperor!"
The defensive position immediately turned into an assault formation. Seven to eight hundred French troops reversed the situation and launched a charge towards the commune, and quickly strangled together.
The engineer battalion armed with two-handed logging axes has become the breakthrough force, and those bayonets like a tide can fill every inch of the battlefield!
The street soon turned into a one-sided killing, and government army sharpshooters appeared on the buildings on both sides. Instead, they started to open fire on the commune from a high position!
What's even worse is that the explosions of Nobel* have not stopped, and government troops have been tenaciously digging holes in the building!
The entire Algerian Third Division has formed a pincer-shaped encirclement offensive on Saint-Michel Street!
The commune veteran who was shot in the leg had tears streaming down his face. He desperately leaned in the corner to reload and shoot. He spent the last moments of his life buying time for his comrades to retreat!
"Why have all the engineer battalions of the Foreign Legion been mobilized? Has the French Emperor been restored again?"
"The Ax Gang showed up...they all came..."
"It's hopeless, we're hopeless..."
There was a pop...the veteran who was reloading was smashed in the head by an axe, and his body lay softly on the ground!
The axe-wielding berserker was covered in blood, and he suddenly discovered something shining on the veteran's corpse!
He reached into his inner pocket and took it out. It turned out to be a medal, a bronze medal commemorating soldiers who had served in Mexico!
This is not a very precious thing, it is just the most common copper commemorative medal, but it has been polished to a bright shine. This medal has proved the identity of this commune veteran!
