I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 510 Fight violence with violence
Stimulated by the continuous gunfire, the tall tax officer suddenly opened his eyes, turned over and sat up, and saw his colleague holding a pistol. Then two attackers soaked in dirty blood appeared in his sight from a distance.

He immediately forgot the pain in his head and exclaimed, "Xiaomette, you, you killed them?!"

"Yes." Xiaomite was a little confused as it was his first time killing someone. He subconsciously took out the gunpowder and started loading it. "When we are attacked, we have the right to shoot..."

The tall tax collector was still nervous: "But they just died like that?"

Xiaomet suddenly stood up, poked the gunpowder in the barrel with force, and said loudly with an excited look: "Have you forgotten what the Ombudsman said in his speech?"

The tall tax officer was startled, and his wavering look suddenly became firm.

"We are selfless and fearless tax collectors and should not be intimidated by any threats!" Chaumet raised his pistol and repeated Robespierre's speech, "As long as we stand on the side of justice and law, we must take up guns to fight back against any lawless people and make them tremble just by hearing our names!"

"Yes, you are right!" The tall tax official nodded and said, "We must let them know how powerful we are..."

After Robespierre met the Dauphin that day, he immediately rushed to major cities to give lectures to members of the tax bureau and issued strict orders. The core idea was just one: Don't be afraid. If you meet anyone who dares to cause trouble, teach them a lesson!
The citizens who heard the noise and ran to watch the excitement saw the two men with evil spirits and the bodies on the ground, and they all lowered their heads and ran away in fear...

Orleans.

A dozen men with hideous faces gathered outside the tax bureau building. Some of them carried wooden buckets filled with feces and urine and poured them on the walls of the tax bureau. Others threw balls of fire at the windows. They were stones wrapped in oil-soaked cloth. After breaking the glass, they could easily ignite things in the house.

These people have been coming almost every day recently, and are becoming more and more arrogant.

The thugs did not hear the previous warnings such as "Your behavior is a crime" and "Please leave immediately". They thought that the people from the tax bureau had been scared out of their wits. They became even more arrogant and shouted:
"I've warned you many times, bastards. Since you still dare to stay here, I'll show you how powerful I am!"

"Adam Bernat, Pierre, Kervis... I know where you live, damn, if you don't want to die, get out of Orleans!"

"Why don't you pigs quit your jobs? Are you tired of living?"

At this moment, ten tax collectors in black uniforms trotted out of the side door of the building in a line. Under the surprised gaze of the rioters, they stopped thirty steps away from them and then took off the flintlock rifles behind them.

The thugs immediately said in a timid voice: "What are you doing? We are just protesting..."

"Don't try to scare us!"

However, what responded to them was the order from the Director of the Tax Bureau, Lemaire: "Prepare--"

"aim--"

Fear showed on the faces of several thugs, and they were ready to turn around and run away, but more of them bet that the other side was just trying to scare them, so they threw the burning balls at the tax collector instead.

"shooting--"

Following Lemaire's shout, 10 Charlevilles spewed out flames at the same time, and three thugs immediately had blood spurting out of their bodies and fell to the ground.

The other thugs finally reacted and cried out in fear:

"They're going to kill us!"

"Run away..."

Lemaire raised his sword with a gloomy face and pointed it forward, shouting: "All these felons who repeatedly attacked the tax bureau must be arrested. Anyone who escapes or resists will be shot dead!"

"Yes, sir!" The tax collectors responded in unison. After rushing forward a short distance, they drew their pistols and shouted, "Everyone, get down on the ground! Don't run!"

Then gunshots rang out, and two more thugs were shot and fell to the ground. Another two were shot in the arm. Their screams suddenly echoed in the alley.

Without hesitation, the tax collector pulled out another loaded gun and fired again.

No one dared to run anymore. They hurriedly lay on the ground, looking at the fresh corpses beside them. They were all trembling all over, their hearts and gallbladders were about to burst...

at the same time.

The tax bureau in Bourges was short of staff, so it used bombs to deal with the rioters...

Mannes, assistant to the tax director of Chalon, chased the attacker into his hideout, killed three of his accomplices, and arrested one...

The Picardy tax collectors actually requested cannons from the military, but before they could use them, the rioters surrendered...

After Robespierre gave speeches across the country, the attackers against the tax bureau were all hit hard, and their previous arrogance was instantly suppressed.

It’s not that the tax officials are that powerful. After all, they have only received a few months of military training.

This was mainly due to Robespierre's excellent speaking skills, coupled with his group of Jacobin-leaning tax collectors, who immediately aroused the latter's enthusiasm for justice and law.

Coupled with the fact that their weapons and equipment surpassed those of regular army infantry, they naturally swept away those thugs.

……

Paris.

Borole, the leader of the Tax Farmers' Association, couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat when he heard the butler's report.

In the past ten days or so, 37 of his men who were sent to threaten government tax officials have been shot dead and more than 70 have been arrested!

His family was engaged in smuggling business in the early years, and later switched to loan sharking and tax farming after making money, so he had many desperate criminals under his command. This was also the reason why he dared to speak out to let the tax officials know how powerful he was.

But he didn't expect that those guys under his command, who were not even afraid of the anti-smuggling police, would be killed like stray dogs by a group of tax officials.

He didn't know that in history, it was people like Robespierre and the Jacobins who wiped out tax farmers and smugglers like him.

Borore felt a pang of regret in his heart. These men were the "elites" that his family had cultivated over a long period of time. They were not only brave and fierce, but also loyal and reliable.

This time, in order to intimidate the tax officials, hundreds of people were lost. It was a huge loss. The family's smuggling business will basically be over in the future.

And as the housekeeper just said, the tax bureau was not frightened, but because of the large number of arrests and killings of attackers, morale was high and prestige increased. It was as if he sent people to help the government tax department increase cohesion.

The butler glanced at Borrol's expression and said cautiously: "Master, our people need a total of 62 francs in compensation. What do you think..."

He needed to pay for the aftermath of those subordinates who were beaten to death or sent to prison.

"Just follow the usual rules." Borore waved his hand unhappily and asked, "By the way, have Anrol, Luzad and the others made arrangements?"

(End of this chapter)