There was no government or institution to organize them. These people came together purely out of passion. It was just a drunken moment when the crying French people in the bar in the French Concession in Shanghai came out after the news of France's defeat. rise.
The French did not show up at the Chinese celebration today. On the one hand, they could not cope with it emotionally, but on the other hand, the British consul and the French consul had been warning and restraining them.
But unexpectedly, a dozen French Empire veterans organized themselves and launched an attack on the Chinese under the cover of pro-French British patrols.
Amidst the gunfire, these French veterans roared like thunder, and when the battle became fierce, they even burst into tears. The oil paintings were their national treasures, how could they be willing to let the Chinese take them away.
These veterans hiding in residential buildings and in the central bank took advantage of the chaos created by the British patrols to suddenly open fire, and even threw out homemade explosive bags. Black powder #powder obtained from the Chinese was bundled into explosive bags. , specifically thrown into crowded places.
Boom boom boom... The explosion was filled with screams from the crowd, and the smell of gunpowder smoke and blood permeated both sides of the Huangpu River.
Fortunately, it is just a black gunpowder used to make firecrackers. If it had been military granular gunpowder, the casualties would have been at least ten times higher!
"Sniper suppressive fire... commando countercharge... rush in and chop these thugs to death!"
The Marines who had experienced the Franco-Prussian War were not at all confused. The snipers used the Silver Ingot Mountain as a cover and began to shoot upwards. Screams kept coming from the windows.
Taking advantage of the French firepower being suppressed, the hand-to-hand team with guns drawn began to break in in teams of three, and with the cooperation of their pistols, they began to clear out the gunmen room by room.
"Steady! Everyone, steady! Paris has been conquered, do you still care about this little scene? How to fight in training, how to fight now!"
Suzuki Tai leaned behind Yinzi Mountain, covering the old shopkeeper and Hu Xueyan and others. He was not in a hurry and even lit a cigarette for Mi Fu and Niu Jinfu boss.
"Take a sip...it's okay, just take a sip...the battle will be over in less than a quarter of an hour!"
"This small scene is nothing. Last year in Paris, there were really cruel street fighting. The French even organized women. The civil war killed the entire city's population, and the blood was like a stream..."
Just as Suzuki was caressing these Gods of Wealth, a scream suddenly sounded from the Huangpu River, "There are French ghosts here too..." The voice sounded exactly like Zhang Xiaowen, who was hiding after being injured.
No one expected that there was actually the last French assassin in the Wupeng boat listening on the Huangpu River. He was holding a military grenade purchased from the black market at a high price, and he pulled the gun and threw it out.
Thanks to Zhang Xiaowen hiding here, the movement on the boat could be seen from the gap under the railing near the river!
"The most sought-after #thunder... throw it into the river..."
Suzuki Tai rolled forward to avoid the hail of bullets in the building. While rolling, he had already pulled out his gun. As soon as he stabilized his body, six bullets were discharged.
The French killer hiding in the boat was beaten into a sieve and rolled down the Huangpu River!
The Chinese people led by Xiao Letian are a group of the most restless people. They are not obedient people in the ordinary sense at all. The entire Chinese people have gathered almost all the adventurous people in China under the leadership of the head of state.
People like Zhang Xiaowen dare to cooperate with the Manchus in order to make money. These are financial gangsters with their heads in their belts. How courageous!
At the moment when Tai Suzuki gave the order, regardless of the pain in his shoulder, he rushed up to pick up the smoking gun and threw it back into the Huangpu River!
Boom... bang bang bang... the explosion of the hand mine and the gunshot of the revolver sounded almost at the same time!
"Block the Huangpu River! Search every ship... These French devils are so difficult to deal with!" Suzuki Tai recalled the brutal street fighting during the Paris Commune, and suddenly put away his contempt.
"Increase your troops! Don't underestimate the enemy...don't forget how those French guys killed their own people in Paris!"
"This nation is very good at street fighting! And they are extremely crazy. Increase the number of troops! End the battle quickly..."
More snipers joined the battle, and more counterattack teams rushed into the ambush building with swords in hand!
After all, the assassination of Frenchmen was only a minority. As each room was breached, gunshots and screams came one after another, and soon there were only one or two firepower points left for the sneak attack.
Reinforcements were coming from the British garrison in the distance. On the other hand, the Green Camp soldiers on Shanghai Road and even the Hunan Army's cavalry outside the city were also approaching.
The end of the French attackers has finally come!
Suddenly, with a bang, a window on the fourth floor was kicked to pieces, and a fluttering French tricolor flag stretched out!
The French veteran covered in blood waved the national flag at the window regardless of the danger. The sniper next to Suzuki Tai was about to pull the trigger, but the old shopkeeper and the others stopped him!
"Look what they're going to do!"
The injured French veteran knew that the end had come. He looked at the art treasures of Europe behind the Silver Mountains with deep affection. The Napoleon I in the oil painting still inspired him!
The veterans waving the national flag and the dying soldiers in the room sang "La Marseillaise" at the last moment. The sound was heartbreaking!
"Go forward, sons and daughters of the motherland, rise up quickly, a glorious day awaits you! Look, the tyrant is facing us, raising a flag stained with blood..."
"Did you hear that? The ferocious soldier howls the land of the motherland. He rushes to your side and kills your children and wives. Arm yourself! Compatriots! Organize the team! Rise up! Forge ahead!"
There was deathly silence on the Bund. The gunshots and shouts of death had gradually subsided. Although people did not understand French, they could hear the grief and anger in the dying singer's heart!
Even in other corners of the Bund, lone French people stood up and sang along to the rhythm!
The flames suddenly ignited from the room, and the last three warriors ended their lives with fierce flames. Even at the last moment, they did not stop singing and waving the national flag.
Everyone was shocked. They watched the smoke and fire engulf the room, but the singing of Marseillaise did not stop until the end.
In the French Concession in Shanghai, a more majestic song of Marseillaise suddenly came out. Those French people who were far away from their motherland were using this behavior to bid farewell to their veterans.
Countless French people cried bitterly during the song!
"I...I only know now what kind of enemy the head of state is fighting!"
"Only now do I really understand how difficult it is for the head of state to reach this point..."
Hu Xueyan's face turned pale with fright. Everything that happened today shocked him even more than the Taiping War. It was not about killing, it was just about this spirit!
The French did not admit defeat until their death. Even if their government ceded territory and paid compensation, the French national spirit did not admit defeat!
It doesn't matter whether they are just or not, they love their country so purely!
Old shopkeeper Fan Lian suddenly burst into tears and said, "It's not easy for me! I'm really going head-to-head with heroes from all over the world!"
"Such an enemy... pathetic, deplorable, and respectable!"
