Upon hearing the news, Xiao Letian put down his argument with Bismarck and turned around and left.
Bismarck watched Xiao Letian leave with a very strange expression on his face. He sat on the table without speaking for a long time. After being in a daze for a long time, he took out an iron box with a lock from the drawer.
Inside was the domestic confidential information that had just been sent. After opening it, the handwriting on it shocked him.
"Xiao Letian, I don't understand what you are saying... You don't know that in just over half a year, we have arrested more than 30 leftist extremists..."
"The bearded man in London and those who sympathize with Blanqui have set their sights on Germany... They have begun to preach among German workers..."
"Do you think I'm not afraid? In fact, not only am I afraid, but William I and the entire German aristocracy are also afraid..."
"Sooner or later, Germany's industrial scale will reach the top position in the world. By then, the size of our workers will be ten times that of France and two or three times that of the UK..."
"Oh God! How many people will have to gather together? How terrible will this kind of thought be once it spreads?"
"The Paris Commune only had 300,000 warriors and 2 to 3 million supporters... but it has grown to such a scale. How can Germany do so well in the future?"
Whispering in a low voice, Bismarck showed a very tired look on his face. He muttered to himself for a long time before he said, "Someone...go and inform Thiers that I have helped him enough...ask him to give it to him quickly." I raise money!”
"All war reparations should not be less than one coin with interest! Otherwise, I can't guarantee whether I will support those people in the commune..."
At this moment, Paris was completely out of control. After McMahon took over the command, the iron barrel-like defense line built by the Paris Commune was smashed to pieces in just two weeks.
Three hundred thousand elite imperial regiments fought continuously, attacked alternately, day and night... Coupled with German intelligence and arms support, and countless supplies from southern France.
These killing gods left behind by the French Emperor stunned the commune, which had no combat experience but only enthusiasm.
In the face of absolute strength, enthusiasm is nothing. No matter how loud the slogans of justice are, ideals are fragile in the face of cannons and bullets.
Since the area controlled by the Paris Commune was surrounded, once the front was compressed, the refugees had to flee to the core area.
But no matter how big Paris is, it's just a city. Where can millions of refugees escape to? The closer you compress it to the core, the more the degree of chaos doubles.
Men, women, children, and wounded soldiers crowded into the streets, all the houses were packed with people, and there was a stench everywhere!
What's even more terrible is that the commune's material warehouses were also bombed by government troops. German airships clearly marked the locations of all the commune's warehouses. McMahon ordered that these warehouses be blown up at all costs.
The shells poured out as if they were free of money. The commune tried every means and even secretly sold French cultural relics in exchange for supplies, which were destroyed in large numbers during the bombardment.
Hunger follows everyone, tormenting everyone, but what is more terrifying than hunger is Raoul Rigault's great purge!
The commune has gone crazy. Faced with Raoul Rigault's crazy killings, none of the leaders raised any objections.
The horrific punishment of even sitting made everyone shudder. Almost every day, people were tortured to death and many so-called spies were shot.
There is always a limit to human endurance, chaos, crowding, hunger, terror... and finally, the continuous bombardment by government artillery. Often after one round of bombardment, the entire building collapsed, with hundreds of corpses buried inside.
Gradually, the stench of rotting corpses began to permeate the entire city. No one has gone to collect the corpses now. The dead are just left on the street corners, allowing flies and maggots to eat away at them.
"That's enough, I've had enough...I don't want to fight anymore..."
Finally someone collapsed, and he ran hysterically towards the north, toward the Porte de Chapelle, "The Chinese are in the north...where there are military restricted areas...where there is no war..."
There was a gunshot, and the lunatic was beaten to death by commune soldiers on the street. His body kept twitching!
"The Chinese are our enemies! The Chapelle Gate is a trap... No one in the commune is allowed to get close! This is the fate of those who disobey the order..."
Thousands of citizens on the street watched the killing numbly. At that moment, they no longer even had the energy to be frightened.
Just when the soldiers thought they had shocked the common people, suddenly another woman's scream came from the crowd, "God is in the north... God is calling me in the north... Hahaha..."
Obviously this woman is crazy, but even if she is crazy, she still knows how to escape to the northern military restricted area!
"Shoot, shoot..." the officers shouted in panic, and the bullets killed the mad woman on the street, but at this time someone else rushed out.
"I would rather be beaten to death than starve to death... Bullshit ideals, bullshit revolution! I want to live..."
"Yes, we also need to live...show mercy and let us live..."
Now there was chaos. More than a thousand men, women, and children on a street were no longer afraid of the threat of massacre. The military restricted area established by Xiao Letian was their last hope in their dark lives.
"If you encounter government troops, you will die. If you stay here, you will die... I don't want to die!"
"I don't care if the Chinese are enemies! As long as I live, I am willing to be a slave..."
The old man who couldn't run knelt on the ground, hugged the Self-Defense Forces Commander's thigh with his hands and cried, "Show mercy! If you want to kill you or me, can you let the child go..."
"We can't let our children die with us. Please show mercy...let them go!"
The sudden change made all the soldiers dumbfounded. To be honest, most of the soldiers were still humane. How could they attack the villagers?
No matter how angry the commanders were, these soldiers were no longer willing to take action. Soon the commanders lost their voices, as if they had been trampled under the feet of the crowd.
What a spectacular sight. Thousands of Paris citizens ran for hope. Many of them had been hungry for three days, but now they were running faster than a lost dog.
Along the way, they encountered several groups of commune soldiers blocking their way. However, once group selection occurs in the crowd, the courage of the group will defeat the lone courage, and they will fight even if a knife is placed on their necks.
In the distance is the Chapelle Gate, and in the distance are the flying Chinese military flags and Red Cross flags. The hope of survival is right in front of us.
?The Chinese sentry on the watchtower shouted, "There is a wave of refugees...these French people finally couldn't stand it anymore, they are coming..."
"Oh God!" Nightingale, the goddess with the lantern, who was praying, suddenly started to fight. Perhaps she stood too fast, her head became dizzy and she almost fell to the ground.
"It's okay... don't worry about me... organize the refugees to enter the camp immediately... the medical team starts working!"
