Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

When the news of Archbishop Da Wabool's death rang, it rang the death knell of the entire Paris Commune. The entire Europe was shocked!

After all, this was the end of the nineteenth century, and humans had yet to completely break free from the constraints of religion. After all, every country still had royalty who respected God to rule the world.

Although the Christian world had been shattered, despite the fact that the Protestantism, the Orthodox Church, and the Catholic Church were all at odds with each other, religious wars had even broken out.

But in any case, Darvabel's priesthood was too high, the archbishop of the French parish, the most prestigious man in the whole of French Catholicism.

This kind of person was killed just like that. All the Christians in the world were in an uproar, and the Paris Commune's reputation instantly crumbled!

When Thiers received the news, he leaned back in his chair and did not speak for half an hour, when he suddenly realised he had made a grave mistake.

He had never imagined that these people would actually dare to kill someone as prestigious as the archbishop. He had originally thought that these madmen would be able to kill some military officers, nobles, and capitalists, but how could they actually kill Da Wabool?

That was the Bishop of Purple Robe. Along the way, five other Cardinals of the Arch-Cardinals were also shot dead!

How was he going to explain this to the Church, and how was he going to explain this to the Catholics in the entire Church?

They had thought that he would suffer at most, that he would be locked up in prison for some time, and that they would be happy when they rescued him.

Who would have thought that he would actually dare to shoot! How would all the Catholics in the world see his refusal to change hands?

"Revenge!" Avenge the archbishop! Bloody Wash Paris... Kill those bastards... Go and tell McMahon, we must avenge the archbishop! "

Without the President's roar, McMahon already knew this shocking news. The spies in the royalist party who had hidden themselves deep inside all spread the news of the Archbishop's death.

He had personally walked to the front line of the battlefield and taken the risk of the enemy s bullets to boost their morale.

"Children! The thugs have already killed Archbishop Davabool, not only did they betray the France, they even betrayed God in the end! "

"Such behavior angers both gods and men! "We have no other choice but to take revenge …"

"From now on, all armed men are to be refused surrender, and all thugs armed with weapons... Kill them all! "

"Raoult Rigo is the executioner who murdered the Archbishop. His head is worth a hundred thousand francs. Children... Avenge the archbishop! "

The impassioned speech inspired all the soldiers, who shouted the slogan of revenge, and thousands of them gathered together to attack the barricades of Paris.

Now that the battle had reached this stage, it was all a mess. The soldiers relied entirely on their own experience to fight, and no general would make any plans.

Paris was right under your feet, the enemy was hidden in the ruins, you just have to kill back and forth, like a sieve to find out the hidden thugs again and again.

They would rather kill wrongly than let it go. This was the only strategic plan of the government.

All McMahon and the others had to do was to personally go to the front lines and take the risk of cheering up the soldiers!

Back then, in Crimea, the Marshal was standing at the front line leading the charge of the Russian soldier, leading the charge of the brothers!

The veterans admired the marshal greatly, and the familiar scene played out once again today. None of the soldiers would be lazy, and everyone took out the courage they had in their bloody war against Russia to kill these citizens of Paris.

Gunfire, screams, pleas for mercy … There were even insults coming from the ruins. Not only were the armed National Guard s massacred, many innocent citizens were also robbed, raped, and massacred.

Surviving was really too difficult, and this was what Eugene and Andrew were thinking!

If Xiao Letian knew that Eugene and Andrew were still in Paris City, he would have already cursed at them for being complete idiots.

These two artifact dealers helped Xiao Letian collect the Paris antiques, making him rich in war wealth. This amount of money was enough for him to become a top merchant in France.

Since then, living a life of luxury and luxury, just eating the bank's interest will be inexhaustible.

In fact, the trade in the smuggling of cultural relics lasted all the way until McMahon's army entered the city. These two cultural relics dealers made a fortune during the entire period of the civil war in Paris.

After McMahon's elite army came back, Xiao Letian immediately ordered the trade in cultural relics to be stopped, because it was simply too dangerous.

Everyone thought that Eugene and Andrew had left Paris for another city to enjoy themselves, but they never thought that these two greedy fellows would actually sneak back for the four boxes of gold bars.

In the basement of their pawnshop, there was also a hidden secret space, which was filled with the most precious treasures and gold that bought the artifacts.

Four chests of gold bars were hidden inside. The two sneaked back to give the gold a place to hide. After all, their pawnshop had long since become the center of attention.

Once the situation changed, it was very likely that the enemy would search carefully. No matter how hidden the secret compartment was, as long as one looked carefully, it was not hard to find it.

The two of them had indeed hidden the gold, but if they looked back, they wouldn't be able to get out!

McMahon's army of veterans was not weak. Once they invested into the offensive, it would be like an unending torrential storm.

All of the districts in Paris became battlefields. Eugene and Andrew were trapped inside the Montmartre plateau alive, unable to leave any of the streets.

The two of them watched helplessly as the two sides became more and more brutal. Even the Paris Commune started to kill the innocent now.

The two of them carried with them a large amount of gold coins and started secretly bribing some of the citizens. They hid in different ruins every day and endured the war like rats in the sewers.

There was simply no end to these bitter days. Sometimes, hiding in the ruins of a brick was like hiding during the day. He didn't eat, drink, or take a piss. His entire body was extremely smelly.

When they slept at night, they would constantly change places. They didn't even dare to snore. The only thing they could do was to sleep on one side and watch the other. If they found any snores, they would immediately shut their mouths.

Even more so, catching two rats to eat raw meat was a luxury. Although he had gold coins in his pocket, who should he spend them on? Only those with familiar faces would dare to buy one or two pieces of black bread at a high price.

Just like that, he continued to endure and grind on … They waited for the Chinese to intervene, and when they saw Qi Bolin's airship flying in the sky, they also saw their hope of surviving.

"We can't continue to hide like this or we'll starve to death … "I can only give it my all …"

"Do you realize that there is a rule for the airship to save lives? They will try their best to cover every street area, which means there has never been a street where the airship is used to. The more likely it is that they will be able to board the airship …"

"From where we are, two blocks to the east... I think we can wait there for the airship! "

"Good …" "Let's do it this way. We can't starve to death …"