I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 526: A River of Blood
The leading tax officer took a few steps forward and said without a trace of expression on his face:

"You are Jacques-Etoile de Pocca of Touraine?"

Touraine is Boca's hometown. He immediately nodded and said, "I am Boca."

Then the tax collector took out a bronze medallion and showed it to him:
"I am Pierre Gaspard Chaumette, the inspector of the Reims Tax Office. You are now suspected of illegal taxation, intentional injury, fraud...

"Ah, there are many charges. I'll explain them in detail later. Oh, your ID number is 1037083123, right?"

Thanks to the unremitting efforts of the Minister of Census and Household Registration, identity cards have now been basically popularized in France except in extremely remote areas.

Boca's face darkened and he nodded, "Yes."

"That's right." Xiaomite gestured to the tax officer behind him, "Arrest him immediately."

"Yes, sir!"

"What are you going to do?" Boca took a step back and threatened, "I am friends with the municipal commissioner Baron Le Corny! You better be careful!"

"Municipal Commissioner?" Xiao Mite sneered, turned around and shouted to his men, "Hurry up!"

"Hey! Do you know who I work for?" Seeing that the municipal commissioner was ineffective, Boca had to bring up his boss, "It's Viscount Borore!"

"Oh?" Xiaomite became interested and took out his notebook to record. "Tell me in detail how you work for Borore."

Boca was stunned for a moment, and seeing that the other party was unmoved, he smiled again, winked at Xiaomeite, and whispered:
"Don't be so serious. If you can go out of town and rest for an hour, I can give you two thousand, no, three thousand francs."

Unexpectedly, the tax inspector in front of him did not show greed like other bureaucrats he usually saw, but instead looked extremely angry.

"How dare you bribe an official?" Xiaomet shouted, "This will add another crime to your list!"

He was a "pure-blooded" Jacobin who followed Robespierre - his mind was full of contributing everything for justice and freedom and creating a better country, and Bocca's behavior was undoubtedly an insult to his ideals.

At this moment, Boca's butler rushed over with seven or eight fierce men armed with weapons.

When those people saw that Poca had a bad look on his face, they immediately stood in front of him and separated the tax officials.

There were more people coming from behind, all of them were tax collectors under Poca. Most of these guys were hooligans before, and after becoming tax collectors, they were also domineering and beat up those who owed taxes at will, so they developed an extremely arrogant habit.

One of them looked at Boca and said, "Master, what do you think we should do?"

"Drive these guys away." Poca gritted his teeth.

He could see that the tax bureau was serious this time, so he decided to drive the tax officer away first, and then immediately seek refuge with Viscount Borrolai.

The tax officer brought by Xiaomite stepped forward to push away the tax collectors, but was pushed by them and staggered.

As more tax collectors arrived, their number quickly reached nearly 20, surrounding Xiaomet and others.

There was a loud "bang" and everyone in Poca shrank their necks.

Xiaomeite retracted his raised right hand, blew away the gun smoke from the muzzle, and said to the tax officials: "If you dare to gather together to attack the tax officials, you can be shot immediately!"

The tax collectors behind him immediately stood in a circle with their backs to each other and pointed the muzzles of their flintlock rifles at the criminals in front of them.

Boca turned and ran to the courtyard, shouting, "Don't be afraid. I will bail out whoever gets arrested!"

Xiaomet pulled out another pistol and aimed it at the chest of the most arrogant tax collector: "Get out of the way!" Seeing that the other party was unmoved, Xiaomet pulled the trigger without hesitation.

There was another explosion, and the murderer was knocked backward by the lead bullet, his chest a bloody mess.

The other tax collectors suddenly remembered that they had heard before that the tax collector had shot an attacker dead in the street, and immediately linked the tax collector's vicious reputation with the people before them.

A few of them reached for their waists tremblingly. They also had pistols, and with their numerical advantage, if a fight really broke out, these tax officials would definitely not be their opponents.

Seeing this, Xiaomeite immediately shouted, "Shoot!"

Although the six tax collectors were extremely nervous, they still carried out the order. The flintlocks in their hands spewed out flames at the same time, and with only five or six steps between them, they instantly knocked the six tax collectors flying backwards.

"Prepare bayonets!" Xiaomette continued to give orders and drew his sword.

The dozen or so tax collectors nearby felt their legs go weak when they saw the bodies on the ground. They no longer had the courage to draw their guns and fight. They turned around in fear and tried to run.

"Stop right there!" Xiaomite shouted, "Or you will be shot immediately!"

Those usually arrogant tax collectors even forgot that the tax collectors' guns had not yet been loaded with ammunition. They all froze in place, and some even raised their hands.

Xiaomet personally led a man into Poka's villa. Soon, he came out with a gun pointed at Poka and his butler.

The tax collector had just heard the gunshots, and when he saw the body on the ground, he was so frightened that his legs went limp and he knelt on the ground, with a foul-smelling stain in his crotch...

Meanwhile, in the town of St.

Although the tax farmer Lecornu had his hands tied, he still shouted arrogantly:
"Huh, you dare to arrest me?
"I'm telling you, you're done! In less than three days, someone will come to pick me up. When that happens, I'll make you regret it!"

The tax officer at the side remembered what the guy had done in the records, raised his hand and hit him on the mouth with the butt of his gun, and the shouting stopped immediately.

Meanwhile, a fierce battle broke out in Riom.

After the tax farmer Obuong's men exchanged fire with the tax collector, a hand-to-hand fight broke out. Finally, after four casualties, the tax collector, with the help of the people, killed or arrested all the thugs.

In short, no matter where it is, the attitude of the tax bureau is - uncompromising, tough and tenacious, and no one will be let off!
In the following three days, tax authorities across France were mobilized and arrested nearly a thousand tax farmers or their minions.

These are only the tax farmers who have been found to have problems. There are still long queues of people filing complaints in front of tax bureaus in various places. It can be expected that more tax farmers will be arrested in the coming period.

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Second floor of the Tuileries Palace.

Joseph's expression finally relaxed a little when he looked at the list submitted by Robespierre.

He picked up the pen and signed the list, then handed it back to Robespierre:

"You have done a good job. Let us begin the trial. Oh, and those who violently attacked the tax collector can be tried together to save time."

Ultimately, he did not completely follow the historical Jacobins' approach.

At present, France still maintains a good order, and there is no need to destroy it out of anger. The normal trial procedures still need to be followed.

The court will probably have to work overtime, but fortunately, the evidence in most cases is clear - the tax contractor's accounts, tax documents, etc. are in the hands of the tax bureau, and it is easy to check whether there are any problems.

(End of this chapter)