Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The entire France had become a vacuum of power. The big lid of the French Emperor was flipped over, and these forces who were suppressed in the past were swept up into a storm.

A coup d'état was not a simple matter. It was a very complex and huge project, even a delicate science.

Those who didn't know much would only know how to fight and kill. They would go to the streets to shout and shout, or even to smash and burn. People like these were destined to be the victims of the revolution.

The so-called cannon fodder was also nothing more than this!

The eyes of the truly top-level characters were fixated on the key points of power. Many of the plans had already been made long ago.

Blanqui's whole spirit was roused up, and at that moment all his fur seemed to be shining!

"Sally." Long, Louis. Michelle... The two of you quickly resumed the printing work of all our newspapers, and immediately turned from the ground to the sun. Now, no one can stop us from publicizing … "

"At the same time, Michelle, you have to go and negotiate with all the newspapers in Paris to get us the largest number of pages …"

"The army is the most important thing, Wa Erlan... You must bring the worker Self Guard immediately to find General Trochu, you must definitely invite him to come to our camp respectfully … "

"Du Waer... Immediately move out with our National Guard, and let them take over all the weapons and materiel warehouses! "Especially the cannons, especially the cannons …"

"As you have all seen, the Prussian relied on his cannon to obtain such a wild victory, we cannot let go of the War God's power!"

"According to our previous plan, we will seize all the material warehouses in advance …" We have three hundred thousand people and the enemy only has one hundred and eighty thousand! "We will definitely succeed …"

"Yes, yes, yes …" One after another, the leaders of the Workers' Movement received the order to move out. This had all been done many times in advance, the only thing they lacked was the opportunity in front of them.

Blanqui couldn't help but clench his fists and loosen them again. He was continuously relieving his nervousness.

"And the police force... And the police force... how do we control it, how do we control it... "

At this moment, a cold voice came from the corner. "Teacher, leave this task to me. I have a way to control all the policemen in Paris!"

"Raoul. Li Gao? Paired... You've had a lot of experience fighting the police, so it's a good idea for you to do it... How many people do you want? "

"Just give me 100 people!"

"A hundred people? How can this be? "

"Hehehe …" "It's very simple. I have plenty of ways to deal with those guys!"

A hundred core members of the worker Self Guard were protecting Raoul. Rigaud disappeared down the street.

Newspapers are the throat, the army is a violent organization, goods warehouses provide money and food, police agencies provide control … What is still missing, what is still missing …

"Damn it, I'm really too old to remember my first mission, the council!"

"Immediately form a circle of citizens to surround the council and set off for Tuileries' Palace! We have to be heard all over Paris... In the process of the reconstruction of the council, we must obtain the most seats! "

"Send a thousand people to attack the prison and rescue all of our comrades in custody, especially Luo Shenfuer. We must let him enter the council chamber …"

Blanqui picked up his hat and put it on his head. He pushed away the people in the tavern, at that moment the entire street was filled with excited people.

Blanqui raised his hat and shouted, "Brothers and sisters of the proletariat! The empire has collapsed and the French Emperor has become a prisoner! "

"The era that belongs to us is about to begin. Now … Let us advance towards victory, towards the council, towards the Tuileries' Palace, we want to reclaim the rights that should have been ours! "

"Long live!" The crowd immediately burst into cheers. The powder keg that had been suppressed for so long had finally been ignited!

Paris had completely fallen into a frenzy. Blanqui led his supporters and walked on the streets with their heads held high and chest puffed up. This time, no police or military police dared to stop them.

The streets and alleys were filled with a stampede of people who were dragging their throats to send the latest news all over the city.

"Napoleon III has surrendered … French Emperor lost! "

"The empire has collapsed …" The one hundred thousand strong army has all been captured! "

"Citizens, organize... Walk on the Street... To rebuild our government! "

All the doors and windows were open, and people of all shapes and sizes had different expressions on their faces. Looking out, one could see that the entire city had been enveloped in a sense of excitement.

Streams of people surged out from almost every alleyway, and they headed towards the center of the city. Blanqui had not even reached the vanguard unit, but he had already arrived at the Tuileries' Palace.

The entire Tuileries Garden was filled with angry people, the palace guards with guns outside the iron barrier were completely unaware of what was happening, they were still foolishly holding on to their positions.

"Idiot!" The French Emperor had already surrendered … Empress Ou Renni has already escaped, what are all of you still guarding here for?

"Charge in, charge into the Tuileries' Palace … Burn the flag! "

The angry citizens grabbed onto the iron bars and began to shake them. More workers even started to push against the iron gates, making ear-piercing sounds.

The soldiers behind the gate were all scared silly. They couldn't tell if it was real or fake, but they knew that the Queen had already left for Versailles this morning.

"Open Gate... You are also the children of the France, the despicable Bonaparte Family has already abandoned you, are you still not going to wake up? "

In the end, the imperial guards didn't even dare to shoot. With a loud bang, half of the gates were pushed open, and thousands of citizens swarmed in, causing the soldiers to be thrown into disarray.

"What should we do? Sir, what should we do... " The soldiers howled in despair through the crowd.

"Damnit …" Back to the Watch Room... Waiting for the latest command... God, is there any more orders? Just who should we listen to! "

The majestic Tuileries' Palace was the home of the Bonaparte Family. After two generations of emperors, this place was already the most luxurious palace in France.

The walls were gilded, the ceiling chandeliers carefully crafted by Italian craftsmen.

The murals on the ceiling were endless, and the paintings and statues on the walls were all Renaissance masterpieces.

Of course, most of the paintings were still of the Bonaparte Family, the two generations of emperors were hanging on the walls and people could even see the precious painting of Napoleon's coronation.

"These are all trash from the feudal emperors who destroyed him …" At that time, some crazy citizens picked up ink bottles and were about to throw them at the oil painting.

A middle-aged man in glasses among the crowd screamed out in fear and immediately grabbed onto his hand!

"Is he crazy? Art is borderless, and does not distinguish between friend and foe... This is a work of art, the wealth of the entire The French people.

"We are here to declare our sovereignty, not to destroy art!"