The sudden change caused everyone in the conference room to stop fighting! They rushed to the Place Vendôme and looked in the direction of the cannon fire.
Boom...boom...boom...
The monotonous and rhythmic sound of artillery came from the north, east, and south directions, and there was always a bright or dark light emerging bit by bit in the darkness, which was the firelight emitted when the artillery shells exploded.
The sound of shelling was messy and disorderly, but most of it was concentrated in the south and east, which was the area where the enemy attacked the most fiercely today!
"These damn lackeys of the emperor have won the battle during the day, so why do they have to attack at night? Prepare to fight..."
"Wait a minute..." Delecluse stopped the angry Varlan, "Wait a minute... This sound of artillery doesn't sound like a bombardment before an attack, it's more of a harassment..."
"That's right!" Raoul Rigaud wiped the blood from his nose and said angrily, "They want to keep harassing us so that we can't rest!"
"Not only do they want to defeat us on the battlefield, they also want to exhaust us to death and trap us to death!"
"If I'm not wrong, this round of shelling will definitely include new cannons produced by Germany's Krupp Arsenal... Haha... We don't sell our country, some people do!"
"That's enough, stop arguing!" Michelle strode into the middle of the crowd, blocking the second conflict that was about to break out.
"Let our women's guards be on duty tonight, all men go to bed and rest... You must conserve your strength to block the enemy's crazy attack tomorrow!"
Before Michel left, he turned to everyone and said, "Raoul Rigault is very cold-mouthed. He has always been like this, as if he has no human emotions!"
"But one thing we have to admit is that he is right... there is not so much illusionism in war, and war is about using every possible means!"
"Abandon illusions, we have to recognize the cruelty of war! In order to win... sometimes we have to abandon some things!"
Michelle left with the commanders of the Women's Guard. Her statement made everyone present think deeply. People began to wonder whether, as Raoul Rigaud said, the previous revolutionary struggle was a bit too idealistic. .
This was the first time Raoul Rigaud heard someone in the commune agree with his views. He felt hot, put on his hat and turned away, "I will take people to spy on the enemy's intelligence!"
"I am a mouse in the dark. I dare not interfere with your fighting power during the day...Leave your affairs to me at night!"
This was the first time that people listened to Raoul Rigault's cynicism without refuting. At this moment, the commune's senior leaders collectively began to reflect on why some people nicknamed them "Utopian Socialist Revolutionaries."
Delecreuz's judgment was correct. The government troops had no plans to attack at night, but they were not prepared to let the commune soldiers rest well. The entire position surrounded by night fired into the city irregularly.
There is no purpose, and regardless of civilian or military targets, these artillery fires are based on the coordinates marked on the military map.
Fight wherever it is prosperous, bomb wherever it is famous, and the soldiers even play a coin-tossing game. If the coin hits a point on the map, they will fire in that direction.
It is conceivable how much harm such aimless and irregular shelling caused to civilians. Throughout the night, there were crowds of people fleeing in the neighborhoods near the shelling positions.
They abandoned their meager belongings and dragged their children and daughters to a 'safe' place, causing chaos on the streets.
This is a very dangerous behavior. The crowd moves in the middle of the night. It is easy for the elderly and children to get lost. Once the government troops find out, they will immediately turn their guns and bombard them.
Michel and Raoul Rigaud discovered the seriousness of the problem, and they began to mobilize people to go home and wait!
"Citizens! The enemy is firing randomly. They are just threatening us. Go home..."
"The casualties among us are more serious. Go home quickly..."
"Everyone is scattered in the building. Even if they are shot, there will only be small-scale casualties. Once they gather together on the street, a large number of people will die when the shells come..."
"Do you understand this is a probability study, do you understand..."
Illiterate people don't understand what probability is. They only know fear, and they just follow their emotions!
They want to escape, but they don’t know where to escape!
Instead of going home, the chaotic wave of refugees accelerated their retreat towards Montmartre. There were more and more people on the streets.
I was really afraid of something coming. At this moment, a bright light suddenly flashed in the distance, and then there was the sound of foreign objects rubbing the air in the sky. Two artillery shells really flew over!
"Be careful..." Raoulli pushed Michelle to a safe area on the street with a powerful lunge, and then there were two roars from the crowd.
The shell exploded just in the middle of the crowd, turning the entire street into a slaughterhouse. The shock wave swept down a crowd of citizens, and the blown corpses were flying in the firelight!
Gravel, soil mixed with minced meat fell down like rain, and thousands of people on the street were frightened on the spot.
When people looked up, they saw two huge explosion craters with a radius of more than 20 meters. There were no humans or animals left, and corpses were lying on the ground like radioactive rays.
Ah... The people who woke up screamed in despair and immediately ran away, making the scene even more chaotic.
The old man threw away his crutch, the old woman squeezed out the package, the children who were separated from their mothers cried bitterly in the crowd, and the adults were completely frightened and did not know that there was a baby who was about to be trampled to death under their feet.
Raoul Rigaud shook the sand from his hair, stood up and said in horror, "How can it be so accurate? Why can it be so accurate?"
"Is someone tipping off the enemy?"
"Michelle, you Women's Guards are helping to evacuate the citizens, while I'm going to the enemy's positions to gather information!"
Raoul Rigaud controlled the secret police force of the commune, and almost half of the spies, plainclothes, gangsters and other fringe people worked under his hands.
With the escort of these people, he can easily approach the enemy's position from the alley!
Raoul Rigault and the others were like black cats lurking in the dark night, slowly approaching the enemy's position.
The crowd was scattered inside the wreckage of the building, looking at bullet holes, broken windows, and cracks in the boards to look at strange things in the darkness. After more than half an hour, they discovered a problem.
"Sir... look..." the person next to him lowered his voice and whispered, "the third window on the third floor at two o'clock in front... is there a light?"
Li Gao understood it at a glance. They were all experts in secret warfare. If you couldn't understand the light signals, your life would have been in vain!
"Yes, it's a light signal!"
