Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

"No …" For God's sake, stop... "

"Every citizen has the right to express his or her opinion... You use violence like this only to make the country... "Falling into the abyss …"

"Ouch …" My face, my face! "

When had the young council member ever seen such a crazy and unreasonable people? They didn't even bother arguing with him and directly chose violence instead.

Was what he said wrong? Shouldn't the country be the first to maintain the country's basic functioning, its basic organizational structure?

Because only if the structure of the organization was still functional could the power of the country be organized and eventually turn into war strength to fight against the invaders!

What's wrong with that? Sarfrauman couldn't figure out what was going on with these people.

For example, when the country is in a state of anarchy, which of the French provinces should listen to? For example, Nantes had ten thousand rifles. If you didn't have the government's guns, who would you give them to?

The Marseille had a hundred thousand tons of grain. Without a government, who would distribute it? These were all very practical questions.

Those local officials were also confused, how could Blanqui send someone to ask for money and things today? Tomorrow, Thiers would come to ask for money, so who should my province listen to?

This was one kind of choice, no matter how bad the French Emperor was, it had been governing the country for so many years, it had become a kind of inertia within the administrative system.

As for the state of anarchy, it was to call out many orders. No matter who it was, their prestige would not be enough. In the end, the provinces would not know what to do and could only bewilderedly refuse to listen to orders from all sides.

Because if you listen to Blanqui, you will offend Thiers and him, and if you listen to Thiers, you will offend the other two as well.

Then who should he listen to? Wasn't this country in chaos? Once it was in chaos, the supplies and manpower could not be gathered. If they could not combine their power, how could they fight against the Prussian?

Was it wrong to keep the Emperor alive for the time being, until the war was over, and then to liquidate him?

The rain-like punches and kicks sent Sarfrauman rolling on the ground. He could only curl up and use his hands to protect the back of his head as much as possible.

"Please …" Please, for God's sake, don't hit me... "

Just when he thought that he was going to die today, the crowd suddenly turned into a mess.

The six mercenaries drew out their shiny kobold and bayonets and formed a defensive circle. They charged into the crowd to protect the council member.

A black veteran revealed his snow-white teeth as he smiled, "Mr. Representative, you are safe now!"

They were just six old veterans, four of them black from North Africa. Their bare upper bodies revealed countless scars, and the killing intent emitted by the Veterans of the Hundred Wars was not something that could be compared to the tyrannical thugs.

Looking at the gleaming blades, the thugs gulped and did not dare to move forward. They could only stomp their feet in anger!

Although many of them were drunk, they were very clear that these people in front of them were gods of death.

The layman watched the commotion and the expert saw the truth. Naturally, there were experts in the crowd. They knew that there was a difference between those who killed regularly and those who had never killed before.

One was looking at the atmosphere, the other at the eyes!

Normal people didn't have a way to fight. Even if they were experienced, they usually liked to hit someone's face with their fists. This was because slapping someone in the face had always been a great experience since ancient times.

But people who kill a lot will not choose a meaningless target. Their eyes will travel to your vital parts, your neck, your heart, your waist, your ribs … Include the position of the aorta.

At the same time, he will also judge your current position and the movements you need to take in the next step. From this, he will look for flaws in your movements and stab you in the head, paying particular attention to ending your life as soon as possible.

Facing such an opponent, the unorganized citizens naturally retreated. They seemed to feel that losing their lives for a person who talked nonsense was not worth it.

Sutter was helped into the carriage, and Thiers gave him a towel. "Representative Sutter, what are you doing here?"

"Oh, it's Mr. Thiers …" "I'm really sorry. I was planning to go to the council, but I couldn't hire a carriage. So I had to go on foot …"

"Hahaha …" I got it! " Thiers laughed, "Seeing their words, you suddenly wanted to give them a reason?"

"How unwise. You're being unwise. These people are on the verge of going crazy. If I had arrived a little later, you would have really died here …"

Thiers's face suddenly changed, he went close to Sutton's ear and said in a low voice, "The council just received a telegram … His Majesty had already surrendered! "All 100,000 elite soldiers were captured, with the exception of those who died in battle …"

"AHH!" With a scream, the towel fell into the carriage, but Thiers gagged him.

"Lower your voice!" Do you want these people to hear you? It's top secret now … I came out to save you! "

"Since His Majesty is gone, the council is required to decide how the country will operate! We can't hand over the rights to these people... "

He pointed at the furious mob on the streets and looked at those drunkards shouting the slogan "revolution". Some of the women even had their upper bodies stripped off, standing in the middle of the crowd and crazily singing the Marseille's song.

Such a bizarre scene caused the two councilors in the carriage to feel extremely absurd. However, when they thought about the news of the Emperor being captured, their hearts were once again filled with fear.

"Where's the army?!" Who is in control of the Paris City Guard now? Who controls the police force? " Sarfrauman shouted in horror.

"Don't be anxious, we'll go find General Trochu right now. As long as he can move quickly, the defense of the city's army of one hundred and eighty thousand will not fall into chaos!"

"Right now, we want to compete with Blanqui and the others!"

This was truly a race in time, Thiers wanted to quickly control the council before Blanqui and the others could react.

If the France did not have an emperor, then the last place of authority in the hearts of the people would be the council!

And only the decree issued by the council could make the vast French people believe it!

Taking advantage of the fact that the secret had yet to be revealed, Yue Yang hurriedly snatched away a council member. If he really fell into the hands of Blanqui and the others, who knows what kind of mistake he would make.

Mo Fei's law said that things tend to go towards the bad side. Thiers deeply believed it.

Just as his subordinates were fighting against time to search for and protect the representatives in Paris City, the staff members within Grand Council who were inclined towards Blanqui finally brought out the news.

The ragged little newsboys, already mad, ran like a race race through the lanes of Paris, and these children always found paths that adults did not notice.

They sprinted from the council building to Montmartre plateau in the north, heading straight for Blanqui's lair!

"Sir! The council has sent news … " The little newsboy rushed into the tavern and gasped for breath, "French Emperor..." French Emperor... French Emperor has surrendered! "

"All one hundred thousand soldiers were wiped out. By... have been captured by the Prussian! "

Boom! The tavern was in an uproar, Blanqui and the worker leaders beside him immediately jumped up. "So fast?"

"Damn it, for Prussian to kill a hundred thousand pigs, it should not be so fast, right?"

"That's a hundred thousand people!"

Blanqui's face paled, "Time is of the essence! Now move... Start as planned... We must take back the rights! "

"Quick, quick, quick …"