Raoul Rigoux died, and the final doom of the commune came. Three hundred thousand government troops became more and more courageous as they fought, crushing the entire commune's defense zone to pieces.
At this moment, the soldiers in the commune couldn't even rush to the left and right for help. Sometimes, just one block away, they could only watch the friendly troops being completely slaughtered by the enemy. They wanted to rescue, but they couldn't rush through the formation of the government troops.
"The end has arrived, make the final preparations!"
Delecluse put on a brand new military uniform, and the bright red ribbon was the honor he wore when he was elected as a representative of the Commune!
At this moment, the ribbon was draped diagonally on his shoulders, with a rifle slung around his waist and a red flag in one hand, he took the last fifty or so soldiers onto the streets.
Looking around, there are fires in all directions, the sound of guns and cannons, and the cry of desperate battle. The sun has shined through from the east, but there is no warmth at all.
"Comrades! This is the last battle, charge towards the enemy..."
Despite the rain of bullets from the government troops, Delecluse waved the red flag and inspired the dying soldiers with the last bit of morale. Under his inspiration, more than 200 commune soldiers launched a counterattack.
When they ran out of bullets, they fought with bayonets. The two sides started hand-to-hand combat on the street.
Although the courage of the Commune soldiers was commendable, they could no longer compete with those soldiers who made their profession by killing people, and the imperial veterans who fought with bayonets against brutal Cossacks. They blocked the Commune's last wave of suicidal counterattacks.
The body fell to the ground, and Delecluse spent all his last bullets. The only weapon in his hand was the red flag.
Boom...a shell exploded more than ten meters away from him, and the shock wave almost deafened his ears.
With stars in his eyes and blood oozing from his ears, Delecluse felt that the world was spinning!
"It's time for me to leave... it's time..."
Delecreuz held the red flag in both hands and tried to maintain his balance by using the flagpole as a crutch. He began to walk towards a tall water tower.
The war had nothing to do with him at this moment. The bullets shot past his body, but he made no move to avoid it!
After climbing the stairs of the water tower with difficulty, Delecreuz climbed to the guardrail at the top of the water tower amid the roar of cannons.
The red flag rolled in his hands, and Paris was burning in front of his eyes!
"The blood of heroes will not be shed in vain...the heroic souls of the commune are destined to turn into a curse for the entire capitalism!"
"I curse you! Curse that this scene before you will continue to reincarnate forever! As long as capitalism dies, the cycle of killing will never end!"
"Long live freedom! Long live the proletariat!"
Delecluse on the water tower was so conspicuous and ostentatious. The bright red ribbon and the rolling red flag became the enemy's most eye-catching targets. Bullets flew from all directions.
Delecluse was killed!
Within a few hours, both Raoul Rigaud and Delecluse were killed, and the news dealt a fatal blow to the morale of the entire commune.
Louis Michel obviously felt that his soldiers could no longer command, the enemy's encirclement was getting smaller and smaller, and the hope of breaking out had turned into despair.
"Break through to the northeast... Comrades, break out towards Lachatz Cemetery... Where is our last artillery position..."
"You can't stop it anymore, Ms. Michel, you can retreat...we will cover you, and you should leave Paris as soon as possible. You will avenge us in the future!"
Boom boom boom... The sound of artillery interrupted their conversation. When Michel looked up from the gravel, the soldier who had just tried to cover his retreat had been blown into two parts.
The soldiers rushed forward, those men with red trousers and ferocious faces. The last round of shelling was followed by crazy hand-to-hand combat.
Hundreds of imperial veterans rushed to their positions, but at this moment, Michelle only had more than 200 men who could fight, half of whom were women's guards.
A disastrous defeat was certain. Given the absolute disparity in numbers, any resistance was in vain. Soldiers fell into a pool of blood one after another.
Under such brutal killing, a coward finally collapsed. The young soldier in the corner knelt on the ground and raised his rifle towards the enemy.
Wherever there was one, there was a second one, and soon dozens of commune soldiers were on their knees!
At the last moment, women became the toughest warriors, and those female warriors trained by Michelle showed the courage to die together.
"We despise you! Are you still considered a man? Get up and fight to the end..."
The woman overturned the remaining two barrels of kerosene and dumped them on the street. She threw the torch and two fire dragons immediately blocked the enemy's path. Several government soldiers who had no time to dodge were burned and screamed.
The burning man rolled on the ground, and the surrounding soldiers hurriedly beat him. At this moment, two female commune warriors rushed out of the wall of fire holding two bags of black powder.
Boom... Boom... The suicide attack did not cause serious casualties, but it damaged the morale of the government troops. These desperate women were as terrifying as crazy lions guarding their calves.
Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, more than a dozen tired commune soldiers suddenly rushed out from behind Michelle: "Sir... we are here to support you..."
These commune soldiers, wearing tattered overalls, covered in factory oil and dirt, with their overall hats held low, rushed over at a fast pace.
The addition of fresh troops gave Michelle a breath of relief. "Stabilize the position... We slowly retreat towards Lachaise Cemetery..."
But before he finished speaking, the dozen or so commune reinforcements suddenly raised their butcher knives and stabbed the female soldiers around them with their bayonets, and the bullets reaped life.
"You...you are fake..."
There was no mistaking it, these Imperial veterans were so cunning that they ripped the clothes off the corpses of the Commune and disguised themselves as National Guardsmen, deceiving their way through the defenses.
The elbow and armpit attack was impossible to defend against, and soon more than 200 of Michelle's men were annihilated!
The soldiers grabbed Michelle's hair, pushed her to the ground, punched and kicked her, and tied her to the ground with a rope as thick as a finger.
Michelle's face was pressed tightly against the ground, her hair was soaked in blood, and in front of his eyes, his comrades were being slaughtered*.
Those female warriors who were not dead were stripped naked and dragged to the corner, surrounded by soldiers*.
Even the dead female soldiers did not get a good death. These soldiers stripped the corpses of their clothes and hung them high on the gas street lamps for people to laugh at.
Those who surrendered did not have a good end. They knelt in a row, bullets were fired from the back of their heads and their bodies rolled to the ground.
There was a muffled bang and the gun hit Michelle on the head. The strong warrior's eyes blackened and he lost all consciousness!
The third commune leader was captured alive by government troops!
