Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

On March 18, 1871, the sky was overcast. Late at night, the temperature began to drop.

The entire Montmartre plateau had fallen into a deep slumber. The day's protests had exhausted too many people's energy, and this time, there were even some incidents where they attacked the French military camps.

Both sides restrained themselves and did not open fire. The French soldiers who were hiding in the military camps near the Bourbon's palace, looked at the people outside fearfully through the fences and walls, listening to the fervent sounds of protest outside.

Stone pieces rained down on the soldiers, and they could only look for a place to hide. There were even laughable soldiers who knocked the pot of boiled potatoes on their heads, causing the stones to hit noisily with tinkling sounds.

Fortunately, the soldiers who stayed with the German to watch the order in Paris were all native Parisians. Their accents were the same, and they were all familiar with each other, so these demonstrators wouldn't make things too difficult for them.

The violent protest was just a shower of stones. There was even someone who warned the soldiers to avoid it before they hit the rocks.

The conflict within the city could still be controlled, but the closer they got to the walls, the more intense the situation became in the southern part of the city. During the morning parade, some inconspicuous youngsters would even throw rocks at the German military camp.

As it happened, the stone had smashed through the head of a German veteran, and an angry sergeant in the army had ordered the firing and eviction of the soldiers, who fled in fright after a volley of gunfire.

However, the stray bullets had also injured two protester s, one had a bruise on his arm and the other had been shot in the ass!

This was the most dangerous conflict they had today. Fortunately, both sides had restrained themselves from causing a more serious conflict!

Humans were a habitual species. No matter if the environment was good or bad, they could easily adapt to it. In the 21st century, someone had once experimented with it and said that it wouldn't take too much time for humans to develop a certain habit. 21 days was more than enough.

It had been almost a year since Paris fell into a state of chaotic war, and the citizens here had adapted to the dire and dangerous environment. They would fight during the day and sleep at night.

The citizens of Commune member and Paris, who had been tired for the entire day, started snoring loudly. After 12 o'clock, the whole of Paris sank into complete darkness.

The municipal work had long since stopped, the municipal government could not work at all, the once bright gas lamps had run out of fuel and many had been destroyed.

The homes of the residents were also dark. Who had the money to buy candles and kerosene to light them up during the war?

The famous Nightless City of the 19th century, the bustling Paris, it would still be brightly lit even after midnight in peacetime. Opera houses, bars, high-end hotels, restaurants until 2 or 3 in the morning … Luminous, intoxicated, the bustling Nightless City!

Everything had been destroyed by the war, and the only things left in Paris now were broken walls and broken walls and poor people who could not escape.

When the bell was about to point at one in the morning, near the Red Castle Inn, a bright eyes suddenly appeared behind the body of the Napoleon Emperor who had his head chopped off, followed by a bayonet that reflected the weak starlight.

One, two, dozens... A new French army wearing red pants and blue coats suddenly appeared at the outskirts of Montmartre plateau.

These were all carefully selected from the Paris garrison, soldiers who were familiar with every inch of the Paris terrain. They were the vanguard, and behind them were countless new army of the Republic, lurking in the darkness.

The soldiers probed as they moved forward. The moment they saw the National Guard patrolling late at night, they would immediately hide in the darkness.

They were getting closer and closer, all the soldiers only had one goal, which was the artillery position on the Montmartre plateau. On the high ground, two platforms worth of shot, more than two hundred Napoleon cannons were threatening the entire city.

The order Thiers gave them was extremely simple. First, they sneaked an attack on the artillery position and used their fastest speed to drag away all the cannons.

First of all, he had completely annihilated the commune, leaving the unarmed people without the ability to resist!

For this night raid, Thiers gave a lot of rewards, and even held an extremely large Catholic Mass to pray for … Time was running out and he had no other way to boost his morale. He could only pray for the grace of God.

At the gathering, Thiers lectured the 20 odd Battalion Commanders, saying, "Believe in God, believe in the all-powerful influence of the priests!"

"Because we want to test the gospel of God to spread the word of man. I must let the people learn how to be humble and how to prostrate themselves on the ground..."

"Who are those people in Paris? They were all people who refused to accept their fate and wanted to enjoy themselves … All you have to do is defeat them with the blessing of God! "

"But they have come to their senses again, and let them know what life should be like!"

"Lowly people shouldn't have a good time when they are born into sin! The reason why we live is to enjoy ourselves, such a wrong thought is actually the tumor of the France! "

"Go and cut out the tumor! to restore order in the motherland! "

The soldiers carrying God's grace and grace finally started their journey. The brutal civil war between Thiers's government and the Paris Commune had finally begun tonight!

The battle plan was detailed, but the entire plan was filled with the President's self-confidence. In the eyes of the higher-ups, the Commune was just a bunch of thugs with the most threat being the cannons.

The cannons that had been stolen during the chaos of the war were the only threat to the regular army. As long as the cannons could be retrieved, only the enemies of the rifles were of no concern.

Of course, if everything went well, they could control all the artillery positions in the Montmartre plateau before morning, and the assault troops in the morning could destroy the enemy's ammunition depot.

At that time, the so called National Guard would only be able to fight using her bayonets and fists!

However, they never expected that the blessings of the priests would not work. Their entire plan had ended up in the hands of a group of women.

Louis. Michelle, the leader of the Paris Commune's women's movement, was someone who was on equal footing with Wa Erlan, Du Waer and Raoult Rigo.

Previously, the planners thought that since the day's mass protest march had exhausted all of their energy, after such a huge conflict, their defenses would loosen!

This was indeed the case. The men were already resting, and even the patrolling guards weren't too meticulous. They were extremely tired from the day's exercise.

Wasn't ambushing them at this time a good opportunity? However, none of the staff officers had expected that the women were actually allowed to patrol, and Michelle's group of female members had already formed more than a dozen night patrols.

Michelle noticed the starlight reflected off of the bayonet in the dark and shouted in fear, "Who is it!?" Who's where! Throw the torch over! "