The Tuileries Palace is the royal palace of French kings throughout the ages, but it is the Napoleon family that really made this palace famous!
In the era before Napoleon became emperor, French kings lived and worked in the Louvre. At that time, the Louvre was the representative of French royal power.
When Napoleon became emperor, in order to show that he was different from the traditional kings in the past, he chose to live and work in the Tuileries Palace.
From that time on, the Tuileries Palace became a symbol of the imperial power of the Bonaparte family!
The 300,000 imperial elites led by McMahon are all private soldiers of the Bonaparte family! Now seeing the emperor's residence being set on fire by the mob, the anger in the hearts of these soldiers was even stronger than the fire in the palace.
"Shoot...heavy machine gun fire...beat them to pulp!"
Ta da da...ta da da...
The sound of heavy machine guns began to form like a torrential rain, and the crossfire blocked all the routes for the commune soldiers to attack the Louvre. Like cutting wheat, Varlan watched as the soldiers around him fell in pieces.
These veterans of the empire faithfully carried out the orders of their superiors. Not only did they kill people, they also continued to fire at the corpses, which really turned many corpses into mud.
In just over ten minutes, the gardens and flower corridors leading to the Louvre were covered with corpses, and the three hundred elite troops brought out by Varlan were wiped out.
"Fix the bayonet...clean the battlefield..."
The heavy machine guns stopped firing, and rows of soldiers held bayonets and began a carpet-like search.
They picked apart the broken corpses and found the soldiers who were still alive. They added a few final blows with sharp bayonets, leaving no one alive on the entire battlefield.
The other half of the veterans rushed to the door of the Tuileries Palace in an attempt to put out the fire, but the fire was still raging, with crackling sounds mixed with scorching heat.
The officer organized three waves of death squads in an attempt to rush in and extinguish the fire, but all failed. The flames even burned off the soldiers' hair and eyebrows.
"Sir...it really can't be done...these bastards used a lot of kerosene, asphalt and other combustion accelerants..."
"Visually there were thirty or forty fire points, and the entire palace was completely burned..."
The grieving officer stood in front of the burning Tuileries Palace and cried loudly, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... I am incompetent! I can't even save your palace..."
"Where will the prince ascend the throne in the future? This is the foundation of our empire..."
Just as the officers and soldiers were grieving, suddenly someone among the soldiers shouted, "Varlan has been found! Varlan, the leader of the commune thugs, has been found... This guy is not dead!"
With a roar, the officers and soldiers surrounded him. It turned out that Varlan was thrown to the ground by loyal soldiers before he died. Three layers of corpses blocked the rain of bullets. Those commune soldiers protected him with their own lives.
But after all, he still didn't escape. Varlan was discovered and dragged out of the pile of corpses!
"Beast...beast..." The officer leading the team raised his rifle, and the solid wood hit Varlan's face with a bang, breaking the bridge of his nose with a crack.
"Hit! Beat me hard..."
The soldiers rushed up and beat Varlan so hard that he didn't even have a chance to speak.
There are no words to describe the tragic situation at that time. Varlan's face was almost beaten into plasticine, and his entire facial features were deformed. The bridge of his nose, eyebrow bones, forehead, chin...all the protruding bones were smashed!
Not a single tooth was left, all were knocked out!
Blood seeped out from his facial features, and his whole person had completely lost his humanity!
"Sir? Are you going to try him and send him to prison?"
"Fart! This kind of thug is not qualified to be judged. Keeping him is a waste of food!"
"Tie me to a big tree, shoot with machine guns, and beat me to a pulp..."
Among the leaders of the commune, Varlan died the most tragically. Before he died, he didn't even shout a slogan "Long live the commune" before he was beaten to pieces by two heavy machine guns.
The end of the commune has come, and the Zeppelin in the sky witnessed this tragic scene.
The soldiers on the airship watched as the encirclement of government troops closed one after another. After the massacre, there were roars of victory celebrations everywhere.
The hiding Paris citizens were expelled together by government troops. They formed a long queue and began to march towards the city of Versailles on foot.
Soldiers rushed into the crowd at any time along the way to kill what they thought were commune soldiers. No beautiful woman could escape the fate of being raped.
The airship did not rescue a single refugee from morning to noon. The entire city was completely controlled by government troops, and the last remaining commune soldiers were compressed into a small area.
Any citizen who dares to ask for help from the sky will be discovered and hunted by government troops, and the thick smell of blood spreads throughout the city.
Duke Zeppelin sighed and said, "It's over. The government forces have taken full control of Paris. Our mission... is over!"
"Should we...shall return?" a soldier asked.
"No! Even if there are no refugees to save, there is still a lot we can do...for example, use our cameras and eyes to record this scene..."
"Let Europe see this tragic scene!"
The wanton massacre continued, and the resistance of the communes became weaker and weaker, but the killings by government troops showed no sign of stopping.
Eugène Baudier witnessed all this with his own eyes. Last night he and two hundred commandos launched an unsuccessful breakout. They wanted to break out to Lachaise Cemetery.
Wherever there is the last public or private artillery position, it is the condescending cannon that allows the cemetery to hold on until the last moment.
But the breakout was not successful. Several times the enemy troops blocked them, and several consecutive attacks failed!
Baudier was injured in the thigh and had no choice but to hide in the rubble. He buried himself with bricks and tiles and peered through the cracks in the bricks to see everything in front of him.
From night to dawn and then to daylight the next day, he watched with his own eyes the commune's demise step by step.
Wounded comrades were rounded up, lined up on the street, and shot to death!
The enemy officers, who were laughing with excitement, even played hanging. All the corpses of their comrades were hung on the long street!
Citizens' hiding spots were searched out everywhere. Innocent citizens gathered on the streets in horror, but were expelled towards the city of Versailles like prisoners.
"These are all thugs, all thugs from the Commune... No one is innocent, and sending them to Versailles for trial is a waste in itself..."
"That guy in Thiers wants to have the law now. Bah... Without our efforts, he still wants to have a court?"
"That bitch over there... If you dare to glare at me, you are the prostitute in the commune..."
The low-ranking officers in the government army cursed, dragged the woman who had just glanced at him from the team, slapped her in the face and took off her clothes in front of everyone.
After the woman's entire upper body was stripped naked, the officer said angrily, "Did you see it? This woman is indeed a thug... There are impact marks from a rifle shot on her right shoulder!"
"Kill her...kill this commune bitch..."
The screaming woman was kicked to the ground, and a pistol was pressed against her head...with a bang, blood sprayed all over the floor.
When Baudier looked at all this, he burst into tears and his heart was broken!
"This is my country...this is France..."
