Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Facing the sudden and powerful intervention of the regular army, the National Guard of the commune started to panic, but many people still held onto hope, believing that the Interim Government would not harm an arm, it had to be known that the two armies had teamed up together to break out of the siege before.

"Don't be afraid... These soldiers were here to scare people off … "They couldn't beat the Prussian outside the city, and only knew that we were being bullied …"

"All have... Aim... Shoot! "

The commander of the garrison unit didn't even bother to speak any nonsense this time, she directly gave the order with a savage expression. The French soldiers standing in the front half kneeling on the street stood in the back, while the two rows of rifles fired at the same time.

Pah pah pah … The bullet flew towards Self-Defence Force who was caught unprepared, and the head area was instantly knocked onto the ground.

"Damn it!" These bastards shot... Counterattack! "

Pah pah pah … The National Guard was also not weak. The weapons in their hands were not inferior to the regular army's.

Contradictions had never been formed in a day. Outsiders might think that bloodshed was just a coincidence, but there had to be a reason behind it!

It was an unchangeable fact that the working class in Paris wanted to seize power. Their lives were too miserable, and the huge disparity between rich and poor made it impossible for them to survive.

Why was there a demonstration? Why a revolution of violence? Why did he not reconcile with the French Emperor no matter what? In the end, they really couldn't live on.

His meager income could not even satisfy his basic hunger. His child did not have the right to education, and he looked down on illness. Even though he was injured, he did not receive any compensation …

Living in the dirtiest slums, life is always to tear down the east wall to repair the west wall, pawnshop is their frequent patronage place!

In contrast, the aristocratic capitalist luxurious and lustful life, poor place, rich Xianqian! Paris was home to all the rich people of the France, who sometimes lived a block or two away from the slums.

Whenever these poor people passed by the rich districts, they would always be shocked by the scene in front of them. There were small snacks in the windows that were as beautiful as art pieces, and beautiful long skirts that were so gorgeous that it was hard to believe.

There was not a speck of dust on the body of the gentleman who got down from the carriage. The tips he took out to tip him were all gold coins.

The cost of a banquet in a large restaurant was enough for a poor family to spend half a year.

Hatred never piled up in a single day. Ever since the beginning of the Industrial Revolution, ever since the existence of the working class, these differences and contradictions continuously accumulated.

During the period of the French Emperor's rule, these workers had marched on the streets countless of times, demanding a raise in wages, shortening the time spent working, and also requesting for a disability pension …

In the eyes of the workers, these were clearly rights that were perfectly justified, but what did they get? It was an expulsion, an arrest, and even a massacre!

And from that moment onwards, Blanqui and the rest had chosen the path of martial arts rebellion, fighting the French Emperor to the death!

After the fall of French Emperor, the left faction's forces, after a short moment of cheering, suddenly realised that their problem had not been solved.

It was only because of this patriotic war that the conflict was temporarily suppressed!

Unfortunately, the paper could never keep the fire safe, and the repeated failures along with the abnormal cold and low temperatures had caused both sides to lose their patience.

Despair filled the working class as they discussed in private. Who in the world could save this country? French Emperor surrendered in battle!

Marshal Ba Zan had brought over a hundred thousand soldiers and surrendered in Mace City!

Even the members of the royalist party and most of the nobles in Paris had all fled to the Versailles to surrender!

How could the France have so many weak bones? Why did they all surrender? This even included General Trochu, who had been avoiding fighting in his heart against Little Jiu Jiu?

"Surrender!" "These rich and powerful capitalists are all soft bones. For their own benefit, they did not hesitate to sell out the rights of their country. They have never been patriotic, they only love money!"

"Even if the France were to be completely defeated by Prussia, their interests would not suffer any losses. All the reparations are not paid by the citizens of France!"

"They have lost so little money at the moment. They will definitely be able to earn it back tenfold or even a hundredfold in the future … Even! Furthermore, these traitor had already accepted Bismark's huge bribes, they are trying to sell themselves to be fat! "

"Brothers and sisters!" Comrades! For the France... "Forward!"

The bugle for battle sounded throughout Paris, and all twelve districts of Paris were thrown into chaos. National Guard who were already prepared for battle started to attack the regular army.

This was no longer a demonstration or a general rioting. This was an armed seizure of power!

As expected, the Prussian army outside the city had stopped all artillery attacks and all military operations. Only Qi Bolin's dirigible was still risking its life to observe the situation and gather information in the sky.

Trochu's request had long been sent to the table in front of Bismark. The astute Prime Minister Iron-Blood immediately ordered a halt to all military operations, and immediately received the representative of royalist party who was temporarily staying in Versailles City. He wanted to elect a portion of people to represent Trochu.

Bismark and Lao Maoqi put on their fur coats and climbed up the watchtower amidst the cold wind, looking at Paris which was already filled with smoke.

"Good, good, good …" Finally, this day had come! Paris is shattered, the France is done for! "

No matter what, we must protect the Loire River and firmly block Gan Bida in the south. As long as Paris surrenders, this battle can be considered our complete victory!

Xiao Letian, who was at the north side of the city, was also paying attention to the civil war in Paris City. Seems like he was playing for real … "Oh, I'm done for, France is done for!"

"Before the foreign enemies retreated, civil war broke out again! An irreconcilable conflict could only be resolved through bloodshed … "Hur hur, now we just have to see who can sell their country quickly!"

"Whoever receives the first financial aid from a foreign power will be the victor …" Sadly, lamentably! "

Just when Trochu was about to give up resisting and start a negotiation with Prussia, an ordinary black horse carriage came from Versailles City. Nearly a hundred mercenaries came to protect the horse carriage.

The Prussian army Outpost rapidly surrounded this team of unknown origins, but then it saw the pass issued by the Chinese army. Opening the window, a gentleman smiled and said, "I want to see Prime Minister Bismarck, just say that French Congressman Thiers wants to see him … … "Don't worry, the Prime Minister will definitely meet with me!"