Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Earl Louvre! A very important province adjacent to Paris. Its capital is the city of Chartres!

It was the birthplace of the two famous rivers of France, the Earl and Loire, and the Severn Mountains to the west and south. It was not very high, but it was a dangerous place.

It was not difficult for the local army to stop Blanqui, because Blanqui had to be in a hurry, so he would not take the paths taken by the hunters in the forest, because he could not pass through the horse carriages.

Furthermore, they would not let him go too far. That would be too much of a waste of time, and as long as the local garrison troops and police could block off all the horse carriages and horse carriages, Blanqui would have nowhere to run to.

If you dare go on south, you will die, or you will give up and go back to Paris and wait for the new French government to elect a president.

Not only was the Severn Mountains strictly guarded, even the larger villages and towns were organized, and were often discussed with the police who were familiar with the local people, as well as with the village gentry, small nobles, small capitalists, and other influential people.

Then, they would be able to mobilize all of the villagers to stand guard by the roadside to inspect the passersby!

Blanqui and the others had already changed their clothes three times and changed into a horse carriage twice, but they could not do anything against these people who were defending them with their lives.

Blanqui had even changed into a robust warhorse, attempting to take the mountain forest path south through the village. However, he never would have thought that almost 70% of the towns in the village had temporary sentries, and the farmers were excitedly guarding by the side of the road.

The police, the squire, and the minor nobles were leisurely drinking coffee. They had even taken out some money to buy a batch of sausage bread, ensuring that every farmer on duty would be given a few sausages and a stick of bread when they returned home.

When these farmers saw that they could easily investigate the passersby and that there were still things they could divide up, they were all incomparably excited. They thought to themselves, "Tonight, I can give more food to my children. In the potato soup, I can cut sausages!"

Just a single piece of bread and sausage had caused all the farmers in the village to go all out. They looked very carefully, almost ripping off the teeth of the passersby.

Blanqui had walked on the zigzag shaped road all night, moving forward, blocking and dodging, and then taking a detour only to discover a temporary sentry post. It was obviously impossible for the dozen or so people he had brought to break through the 50-60 year old farmer's temporary sentry point.

So what if you kill your way through? A village was alarmed. What about the village below? You still want to kill them all?

If the road that Blanqui and the others walked on was drawn into a straight line tonight, then it would all be twisted and turned, with the same twists and turns as the electrocardiogram.

"Damn it!" Blanqui punched the pine tree beside him, causing the horses under him to feel the uneasiness, and anxiously use their hooves to dig the ground.

What made Blanqui angry and anxious was not only the frustration to continue onward, but also, that night of escaping. He suddenly realized something, that he had discovered a very serious and big problem.

At this moment, the sky was already starting to brighten. It was impossible to not make a decision. It seemed that he could only force his way through the card!

But facing those foolish farmers, Blanqui's heart had an unspeakable sour feeling.

"So I was really wrong. I incorrectly estimated our strength. We thought that the cause of justice would gain the support of all the people of the land. But, we were completely wrong!"

In the secret letter that Xiao Letian sent to Big Beard London, he said very clearly: "The Paris Commune is bound to fail, because they don't have a mass base at all. It seems that millions of working class are very strong, but compared to the entire country's population, this is way too little!"

Especially the farmers who made up the majority of the population, who would they believe in? the squire, the little nobleman, the little capitalist with the usury... These people were the closest to them, and they were also the most knowledgeable people they could contact.

Every peasant's life was closely related to these people, and their economic network was controlled by these people. In short, most of the money the farmers earned depended on these people.

This group of people with influence at the grassroots level would choose whoever they wanted, and the farmers would choose who as well!

It was obvious that these countryside gentry, small nobles, small capitalists and the local minor official s would not choose your commune. They would only choose the democratically elected government of France and believe in the choice of bigger nobles, bigger capitalists, and more landlords!

Why didn't you get the full assistance of the Paris Commune for Christmas? Because you have failed to win the hearts and minds of the peasants, the rich and evil gentry of these towns and villages have taken complete control of the peasant class.

Such a cruel reality, yet the higher ups of the commune had completely ignored it. They had fallen into a mass frenzy and mistakenly believed themselves to be so powerful in the revolution of millions of people!

Xiao Letian's warning was sent to London, and then, the bearded man used their own secret channels to deliver this worried message to Blanqui.

At first, Blanqui and the higher ups of the commune looked at it with disdain, but everything that happened afterwards proved how correct the warning was.

Until today, when Blanqui saw with his own eyes how the base forces of the entire French province surrounded and intercepted him.

Did those peasants have enmity with him? They did not even know what you, Blanqui, are. They only knew that a war had occurred, but these farmers did not even know what had happened in the war.

The working class of Paris was burning with blood for freedom and justice, but these farmers were chasing him down for bread and sausages.

Blanqui believed that as long as those rich rich kids gave the order, these foolish farmers would smash themselves to death with their hoes for the sake of a few dozen francs.

"Damn it!" This is the France, this is my homeland … It's been so long since the Revolution, so why don't they know how to fight for their rights! "

"We no longer have a way around it. I'm afraid the whole of Loire Province is stuck like this... What about the guide? "Find me the least route to the village..."

"We can only forcefully break through. Everyone, prepare for battle!"

This time, Blanqui brought out 6 civilians, as well as 15 veteran warriors with rich battle experience. They held an emergency meeting in the forest, letting the guide to look for the easiest way out from the map.

The rest of the team simply divided some dried meat and water, filled their pistols with bullets, and polished their sharp sabers. The entire team was filled with a murderous spirit!

The first rays of dawn were scattered across the grape fields, where withered leaves hung from dried vines. The farmers by the side of the road were drinking hot oatmeal, which smelled of meat they hadn't seen in a long time.

At this moment, at the bend of the small road, four large horses appeared. Several soldiers wearing traditional Imperial military uniforms appeared in front of everyone.