That night, the Panthéon's Third Division massacred nearly 1,300 prisoners of war. In the end, there were so many corpses that there was no place to pile them up, so they had to dump them by the Seine River one by one overnight.
The corpses floated in a thick layer on the Seine and washed down the river into areas controlled by other communes, causing great panic.
Thousands of Paris citizens witnessed all this, and the image of the headless corpse crashing into the embankment was something they would never forget in their lifetime!
The morale that had been cultivated before was almost completely lost at this moment. After a day of bloody massacre, the Paris Commune did not even win a small victory.
Failure, failure, failure! Neighborhoods were captured one by one, strongholds outside the city walls were torn out, and now even massacres were taking place under their own eyes.
The atmosphere of despair suddenly replaced the previous arrogance, and the fear in people's eyes could no longer be concealed.
Place Vendôme, inside the National Guard headquarters, has become a mess tonight!
"Counterattack! Counterattack immediately! We must regain all the lost positions tonight! We must let these damn lackeys know how powerful we are..."
"Yes, that's right. Organize death squads immediately and organize night raids of death warriors!"
Varlan and Duval are typical fanatical militants. They have no principles at all in fighting. What they want is to go all out and not give in an inch of territory.
Delecreuz, Michel and others are still relatively rational. "Do we definitely have an advantage in a night battle? Now we have determined the enemy's number. These are all professional legions trained by the King of France!"
"Now we understand why Thiers signed such a humiliating and harsh treaty. All this is money to redeem prisoners of war!"
"Afraid of him! Even if Napoleon III comes in person, we will still defeat him! These cowards who can't defeat Prussia, our Commune can also defeat them!"
"I hope the commune can grant us the overall command of the decisive battle. As long as we give us military power for three months, we guarantee to completely defeat these people..."
The commune is not an authoritarian organization. All major issues here are decided through collective discussion and voting!
When Blanqui was here, because he was the recognized mentor of the entire left and had the highest seniority, the collective voting system was still very efficient because he had the final say!
Blanqui's final decision can basically get the support of the overwhelming majority, so there is no endless debate!
But now that Blanqui has been arrested, the rights in the commune have been dispersed. Everyone has their own thoughts, and the forces cannot be unified.
Raoul Rigaud, whose head was wrapped in gauze, was still sitting in the corner. The injury on his head was caused by a fall when he desperately came back to report the news this morning. It was precisely because of his risky actions last night that the commune knew the enemy's intentions in advance. Plan of attack.
Although it does not change the fact that the day failed, everyone understands that without his early warning, the number of people who died today would have doubled!
Eugène Baudier, who was sitting in the second row, coughed lightly, "Ahem... Mr. Ligao, what do you think?"
Due to Raoul Rigaud's achievements today, those who usually dissatisfied with him stopped talking, and everyone focused their attention on him.
Raoul Rigault still had a gloomy aura, looking like a night owl no matter what. He took a sip of wine and said, "Want to hear my opinion? Haha... I'm afraid you won't listen to me then!"
"Why do you talk so much nonsense? Why do you still raise your tail after listening to your opinion?" Duval blew his beard and glared angrily.
"My opinion? If you listen to my opinion, the commune will not be like this?"
"Hmph!" Raoul Rigaud threw the bottle of wine on the table. "I have already said that instead of letting those royalists betray the country, it is better for us to sell them first!"
"If the Treaty of Frankfurt was signed by the Germans and us, then the current situation would be that we would massacre those royalist lackeys!"
"You are making these shameless remarks again. Did the leper rats in the prison chew your brains out?" Duval yelled, "Shameless! A traitor is shameless!"
"Okay... okay... don't argue!" Delecluse stood between the two and tried to separate them. "The enemy will definitely launch a large-scale attack tomorrow. We don't have time to argue..."
"Let's talk about a solution. What we want now is a solution, not a quarrel..."
After tugging and pulling, he finally persuaded the two parties to leave. Raoul Rigault picked up the wine bottle and drank the remaining wine in one gulp. "I want my opinion, I only have one..."
"Alsace and Lorraine have been ceded to the Germans, where our French resistance will surely grow... My opinion is to abandon Paris and take our elite to Alsace and Lorraine!"
"The huge Vosges Mountains are connected to the Alps... Wherever the movements of the large corps are restricted, we can go into the mountains to fight guerrillas!"
"Paris cannot be defended! We will definitely lose here!"
Give up on Paris? As soon as this proposal came out, the entire conference room went into a frenzy, and the factions belonging to Varlan and Duval immediately started jumping and making noise.
"Nonsense! Pure nonsense! The foundation of our career is in Paris. If we lose it to Paris, we will be like losers!"
"Yes, the Vosges Mountains and the Alps are both the poorest places. Where we don't have the foundation of the masses, do we go into the mountains and wait to starve to death?"
"Our mentor has taught us long ago that the emergence of the working class is the origin of our proletarian movement, and our roots are in the working class!"
"Wherever France's industrial areas are concentrated, that's where we should go! Are we going to flee to the mountains and become a tortoise?"
"Fart!" Raoul Rigaud jumped up angrily. "Is this a coward? This is conserving strength in order to make a comeback!"
"You can't even understand this little bit of truth? Staying in Paris will only lead to death..."
Before he could finish speaking, there was a popping sound, and an empty wine bottle flew past Raoul Rigaud's ear and smashed into pieces on the wall.
"I think you just want to be a traitor. You want to surrender to the Germans from the bottom of your heart! When you take our team, do you want to surrender to the Germans?"
"I'll beat you to death, you evil-hearted grandson..."
Varlan rushed over like a war bear and punched Raoul Rigaud in the face. Now there was chaos in the conference room, and these old enemies were fighting together again.
Today the scale has increased, because the subordinates of both sides also started to take action. The tables in the conference room were overturned, and some people were even carried and thrown out of the window.
With a bang... the glass window was smashed, and a person was thrown out!
The person who was thrown out was seen rolling on the ground, shouting despite being covered in glass fragments, "Dare you hit our commander? I'll stab you to death..."
Raoul Rigaud's men took out the daggers in their boots and rushed towards the conference room!
This is called chaos, and the surrounding commune members are all dumbfounded!
At this time, suddenly there was a thunderous sound of artillery in the distance, and then a soldier yelled, "The enemy is firing! The enemy is going to attack at night!"
