Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

Xiao Letian and Nightingale both made pessimistic judgements regarding the Paris civil war and began their final preparations for rescue.

The situation developed as expected. The following battles finally entered into the most brutal of street battles.

Paris Commune, who had been beaten senseless on the first day, started to organize the counterattack. They were already very clear on the enemy's strength, towards the professional legion trained by these French Emperor, all of them had abandoned their previous arrogance.

The situation became complicated. The commune began to change from a full-on offensive to a focused defense with a partial counterattack, while the larger area began to fight guerrilla warfare in the streets.

A strong fortress, a high ground, a bend in a river, a bridge... These easy to defend and difficult to attack areas are all set up with artillery and permanent fortifications.

The ruins of the buildings were being demolished and permanent shelters were being built with stones and bricks, so that the guns could be fired at any time from behind the positions.

These fortresses were definitely not allowed to move an inch of land. They had stored a large amount of food, fresh water and ammunition inside their walls, and even if they were surrounded, they would still be able to continue fighting.

It was as if iron nail were nailed to the board of chess in Paris.

unanimously decided not to fight against these elite troops. Because of the quality of their troops and their coordination, National Guard was not a match for them.

Therefore, these huge blocks would rather give way to the enemy and let the government army's line of defense lengthen so that they could not form an absolute superiority in military strength within a certain block.

As long as your strength slows down, I can use my sniper rifle to harass you for twenty-four hours!

Defense alone was not enough. The commune had more than ten small elite assault troops, and normally, only eighteen hundred people would be gathered together. They would be looking for a gap in the battlefield before taking the opportunity to fight a counter attack.

Or perhaps it was just a sneak attack during the night, concentrating their forces to fight one small annihilation battle at a time!

The three axes were swung round and round, causing the government troops to suffer quite a bit. For the past two days, the two sides had been constantly fighting each other over the line.

A street was captured by government forces in the morning, perhaps by the commune in the afternoon, and during the night, both sides carried out brutal night raids.

These 24 hours had been too cruel. The entire exchange line had been twisted!

After discussing with McMahon, he immediately sent all the cannons in his hands over to the front lines.

The arsenal at the rear began to produce ammunition at full capacity, and the rails leading to Paris were filled with armoured trains. Coupled with the fact that France was lagging behind in terms of railway dispatch efficiency, it caused a serious blockage in the already small railway line.

All the railway stations around Paris were filled with unloading soldiers and civilian men, and tons of artillery shells were sent to Paris and began to bombard common-controlled neighborhoods.

Boom! Boom! Boom! The whole of Paris shook as the fires of the Raging Inferno City and the Inferno soared into the sky. The commune had never seen such an intense bombardment. Three consecutive violence and six blocks were lost in one night.

Commune member, who had been blown up, started shouting at the government army, "Executioner!" If there were so many cannonballs attacking Prussian, you would have won long ago! "

"What skill is killing one's own fellow countrymen …"

Boom! Boom! Boom … All that answered them were the constant barrage of cannons, which flew past them like locusts.

The commune had been completely fired up. No one cared about life and death anymore as they formed wave after wave of death squads to defend against the enemy's fire during the night.

After one was killed, another one was blown up. The government troops who took advantage of the artillery to take over the positions would often encounter a desperate counterattack as soon as they put up the flags.

In the dark of the night, almost every line of defense had a fight with a white blade. Since it was difficult for the government army to coordinate effectively under the cover of the dark night, this gave the workers an opportunity to strike.

The Death teammate s who were wielding miners shovels, iron wrenches, wooden axes and bayonets roared and pounced forward under the leadership of Red Flag. The hot-blooded leaders of the commune, knowing that there was no other way out, rushed to the front line and splashed their blood together with the soldiers' blood.

"Comrades... You have seen the cruelty of the enemy... "What they want is to slaughter the entire city …"

"Even if you resist, you will still die. Even if you don't resist, you will still die …" "We would rather die in the battle and die in the charge …"

"Father and mother gave birth to me … Not to be a slave! "Avenge our comrades …"

The dark night had given the commune its best cover. Those blocks that had been snatched away had been snatched away one by one before daybreak, leaving behind endless corpses on the ground!

The front lines were fighting, and there was nothing idling behind them. Raoult Rigo began to make a cruel battle to clear his surroundings, the spies with three-coloured armbands were his main targets to clean up.

Raoult Rigo's subordinates were all wearing plain clothes, a group of Secret Police s. They had been doing dirty work for so many years, and were very experienced.

They cleaned every district and every district, searching according to the previous roster. They then rushed into the members' homes to find any possible clues.

As long as he found those weird tricolor flag armbands, he would capture his entire family!

"Quick, quick, quick..." "Shut down this street, and prevent anyone from entering or leaving. Search every house for me …"

"I'll give you guys another hour. If we expose the spies now, you guys can still be saved …" "If you find out that there is no way to hide it, everyone in the block will have to sit together …"

"Men sent to the death squads to charge the positions... Women sent to the POW camp for permanent detention... Your children will also become descendants of traitors, depriving you of all rights … "

"I've thought about it, I've thought about it …" I will give you one hour to turn yourselves in! "

The plainclothes police rushed into every room, blasting all the masters out onto the streets, waiting for Raoult Rigo's orders. The Secret Police s began to comb their hair.

Raoult Rigo was very clear that such a huge spy operation would definitely be a trap. As long as he could grab hold of a single point, he would be able to draw a line.

"Found it …" Sir, I found a tricolor flag... "It's an old flag used by the Empire …"

"Hahaha …" Whose is it? "Pull him out …"

"No …" I'm not a spy, I'm really not... I am a tailor, and this is the material I collected... "The streets were full of them before. I'm going to wash them and use them as rags …"

A crippled tailor knelt on the ground, his entire body trembling in fear. Raoult Rigo looked at him with a cruel sneer, "Heh heh … I don't want to hear your excuses, so if you want to hear it, you have to hear it along with this whip sound! "

"Hang it up! Pull it for me... "If we don't dig out these damn spies, none of us will survive..."

No one cared whether the tailor was innocent or not. He was tied up with his hands in a sling.

The scream frightened everyone on the street so much that their faces turned pale. There were indeed some people in the crowd who had strange expressions on their faces!

Raoult Rigo gave a look to his men, and a few of them immediately dashed into the crowd and grabbed onto the weird looking people!