Outside the Panthéon, the atmosphere on the battlefield was extremely solemn. Eighty-eight exhausted imperial cavalry stood on horseback like gods of death, holding on to the sabers full of gaps in their hands.
Everyone was injured, and the blood was almost drained at this moment, but the fire in their hearts that dared to fight has not been extinguished, but is getting stronger and stronger!
All the defenders of the artillery position had their courage shattered by the killing. Waves of reinforcements arrived and soon the number of commune soldiers guarding the artillery position reached 700.
Seven hundred versus eighty-eight, this is a huge gap that even a fool can see, but an incredible scene happened today. The power of eighty-eight people overwhelmed seven hundred!
The atmosphere of fear even frightened the commune artillery shooters. They were so busy that they almost caused a self-destruction accident. The firing frequency and accuracy of the artillery were all disrupted!
"Hahaha..." the blood lion-like battalion commander laughed heartily, "They are scared! These trash, dirty sewer rats who only know how to stab the empire in the back are scared!"
"They actually know very well that it was they who personally destroyed France's national destiny, and it was they who personally destroyed the motherland's difficult road to prosperity!"
"They have seen the fire of punishment coming towards them!"
"Humble and dirty souls! Do you know what you have destroyed?"
The blood lion roared, "What you destroyed was the glory of the empire. You destroyed France's path to hegemony! You destroyed it with your own hands!"
"The most loyal guard of the Bonaparte family! Use our swords to avenge your enemies!"
Eighty-eight knights hit their breastplates with their sabers and shouted loudly, "Follow me to the death!"
Horse hooves began to beat on the stone road again, and the Eighty-Eight Warriors launched their fourth charge!
"Crazy! Crazy! Are these cavalry crazy? What hatred do we have against you? Do you have to die with us?"
"You are so willing to be the emperor's lackey? Be the slave of the nobles? You are just dog slaves..."
There were curses everywhere in the National Guard, and the angry commune members couldn't figure it out. Are these people addicted to being slaves?
The cavalry formed a sharp triangular assault formation. The leading blood lion held the military flag and rushed to the front, piercing the defenders' position like the tip of a dagger.
It's a pity that the number of people is too small. The previous charge can be compared to a hammer smashing into the military formation, but now these eighty-eight knights can only be regarded as sharp daggers. Once they pierce the enemy's formation, they will immediately fall into it.
The dark soldiers swarmed up and surrounded the cavalry. Both sides seemed to have forgotten that this era had entered the age of firearms, and instead chose the most primitive cold weapon fighting.
This is not a battle at all but a catharsis. The purpose of both sides is not to kill the other but to completely overpower the other!
And cold weapon fighting is always the best way to destroy the enemy's morale!
The saber slashed between the heads, and the bayonet thrust out from a tricky angle. A number of cavalrymen were stabbed off their horses, and a number of commune members had their throats cut.
The cavalry has been trapped in the crowd. They can no longer break away from the battle and draw charging distance. If the cavalry loses their impact and fall into hand-to-hand combat, then their only end is to be wiped out!
But the warriors led by the Blood Lion were not afraid. They fought fearlessly and watched a famous man named Ze Ze die tragically on the spot!
The tragic atmosphere shocked the self-defense team members of the commune. The crowd shouted, "Dismount and surrender! Dismount and surrender! The commune will give you a fair trial..."
"Surrender without killing! Surrender quickly!"
Bah... a mouthful of blood spit flew into the faces of the members. "The proud imperial nobles will never surrender to you untouchables! Go to hell..."
The saber struck a commune member in the face, and half of the blade was embedded in the skull. The screaming commune member rolled on the ground, and the heavily chipped saber could no longer hold up, and broke into two pieces with a crash!
The bloody gourd-like battalion commander held up the flagpole of the military flag as a spear and waved it in the crowd. The sharp spear tip pierced the throat of the self-defense team members. No one within a one-meter radius around the war horse dared to get close!
"The empire has fallen, and your loyal empire has perished! Why? Why don't you surrender!"
"Surrender? Hahaha... You will never understand what the empire is? You will never understand what loyalty and glory are!"
At this moment, the cavalry battalion commander had fallen into a dying hallucination. Massive blood loss and excessive physical exertion made his mind dizzy.
At this time, his thinking became very weird, his emotions became more ecstatic, and his pain was greatly reduced!
"You don't understand what the empire is, and you don't understand what the Bonaparte family represents? It's not corruption and decline, let alone greed and shamelessness..."
"We are not those fat-headed feudal nobles! Our fathers and grandfathers were just like you..."
"They are also at the bottom of society. They don't have enough to eat, don't wear warm clothes, and are illiterate. They will always do odd jobs for landlords and capitalists..."
"We are originally one, we are one..."
The Blood Lion Battalion Commander was not so much arguing with these commune members as he was commemorating the life of himself and his family!
He is reciting a eulogy for himself!
"We have also emerged from suffering! And who changed the fate of our family? It was Napoleon, the God of War, and the great Bonaparte family!"
"Our fathers and ancestors came from poverty and lowliness step by step through imperial conquests. They relied on the pain and military medals to earn their aristocratic status!"
"We are the most proud military nobles! Everything about us is connected with the Bonaparte family!"
"The empire is us, we are the empire! You destroyed everything, you destroyed our future and trampled on the glory of our ancestors!"
"France can become so great! What does it rely on? It's because of our endless conquests!"
Poof... a mouthful of blood spurted out from the battalion commander's mouth. In his bloody eyes, his last brother was stabbed off his horse. Before he died, he stared deeply at his commander and in the direction of the Pantheon!
"Brother... you go well, the heroic spirits of our ancestors will pick you up!"
The Blood Lion Battalion Commander used his last strength to pierce the tip of his general's flag and spear into the chest of a sneak attacker, and the strong gun barrel snapped into two pieces. The military flag finally fell to the ground along with the enemy's corpse!
"Open fire... shoot him to death! Kill this stubborn imperial lackey! Shoot him to death..."
The angry commune commander gave the order to fire, and more than a dozen rifles in the crowd pulled the triggers on the battalion commander!
Bang bang bang... Bullets flew from all directions, hitting the Blood Lion Battalion Commander's body with blood arrows one after another!
"Farewell... Farewell... the dream of the French Empire..."
With a bang, the body fell heavily to the ground, and the entire Guards Cavalry Battalion was wiped out!
At this moment, the infantry's assault and shouts of killing finally came from the streets in the south. The cavalry backup troops finally rushed over, but it was already too late!
