By the time the militia besieging the Bastille came to their senses, the defenders of the Bastille had recovered. The big explosion just now frightened them. But because of this, they fought back even harder. As a result, in the period after that, there were many more casualties on the militia's side.

At this moment, there was a cheer from behind the militia.

"The artillery is coming! The real artillery is coming! ”

It turned out that at this time, the group of National Guards prepared by the Marquis de Lafayette had finally arrived.

The arrival of this group of National Guards completely changed the situation. Although the explosion had caused heavy casualties to the militia, it had also caused considerable damage to the walls of the Bastille. Now, this wall, which is not very strong, may not be able to resist the attack of cannonballs.

However, when the National Guard dragged the cannon over, de Lonay was not too flustered. Because what level of artillery the militia is, he has already seen it just now - at such a distance, they can't hit anything but the earth.

But as soon as the artillery fired, de Lonay knew he was in trouble, because the first shell hit the bottom of the wall.

As the cannonball hit the city wall, a burst of dust suddenly rose from the city wall, but fortunately, the city wall had not collapsed.

"Really hit? Did they walk shit luck? De Lonay's eyes widened.

Yes, until now, de Lonay has attributed this successful shelling by the National Guard to luck. But soon, he changed his mind, because the cannon on the opposite side, in a very short time, fired another shot, and hit again. This cannon also caused a small piece of the reckless collapse in an uproar.

"Quick, raise the white flag! We surrender! De Lonay shouted. Obviously, it is by no means the so-called "militia" that is being fired at them today, and it is by no means a militia that can fire again in such a short time, and it can be fired so accurately, this is a well-behaved, properly trained artilleryman here!

The current state of the city wall can no longer withstand several shelling. De Lonay only had to look at the crack that could fit a fist into the wall that ran through the wall. After a few more shellings, the city wall will definitely collapse, and then, tens of thousands of "mobs" outside will rush in, and the more than 100 people inside alone will definitely not be able to stop it. If you don't surrender before they rush in, I'm afraid everyone will be dead by then.

So the white flag was raised, the gates were opened, and the soldiers threw their rifles down from the walls. The surrounding militia burst into cheers.

The militia rushed through the open gate, and the negotiators (in fact, they were not persecuted at all) and dragged out the "lackeys of the king". They bound them all up and prepared to take them to the town hall for trial.

But the escort team had only gone a few hundred meters before more people gathered around. These men shouted at the "lackeys of the tyrants", including de Lonay. One of the chefs scolded particularly viciously.

De Lonaco had never been insulted by such a pariah, and he immediately went back.

"You damned pariah, lowly worm, how dare you speak so disrespectfully to a nobleman! One day, you thugs will all be punished! His Majesty will hang you all on a lamp pole like a dog! ”

De Lonay had apparently forgotten what he was in, and he thought that as a nobleman, he would be treated favorably even if he was captured. His words immediately angered the surrounding "untouchables", and the chef directly pulled out his kitchen knife.

"You goddamn parasite!" The cook roared, "You have killed so many people, and you still want to ride on the heads of the people and make a fortune?" You still want to continue to massacre people? Do you want to hang us up with street lights? I'm going to hang your head up today! ”

With that, the cook pounced with his knife in hand. De Lonay's hands were tied and he couldn't resist, and as he dodged, he asked for help from the militia who was escorting him. But the militiamen didn't pay any attention to it, and instead stepped back to make room for the cook to work.

The cook grabbed de Lonay by the hair and pulled him to the ground.

"You can't do this, I'm a nobleman, I ......," De Lonay shouted. But his voice immediately stopped, for the cook had stomped on his chest, making it impossible for him to breathe.

"Save ......"

"Kill this bad thing!"

"Kill him!"

The people around him roared.

The chef grabbed de Lonay by the hair with one hand and raised his knife with the other......

Apparently, the chef was a good knife man, and although he was only holding a small knife, he quickly cut off de Lonay's head. A militiaman with a spear came up and said, "Stick his head in the spear and let everyone see what happened to the tyrant's lackeys!" ”

Everyone applauded after listening to it. The militiaman then stuck de Lonay's head in his spear and raised it high......

"Let's take two more turns around the city of Paris and show everyone what happens to the lackeys of the tyrant!" People shouted.

"And these guys, who are also tyrants' lackeys, can't let them go!" Someone shouted at the other captives.

In its original history, after the Bastille was conquered, the rest of the defenders who surrendered were not killed, except for the warden de Lonay, who was killed. But this time, because of that self-defeating explosion, the militia suffered far greater casualties than in history, with more than 300 people killed in the explosion alone, compared to more than 100 in the original history.

With greater casualties comes more fear, but also more anger and rage. Dozens more captured soldiers were killed, most of them Swiss as mercenaries. Because everyone believed that they had come to Paris to slaughter and plunder the people of Paris.

The heads of these Swiss were also cut off on the spot and stuck in spears.

Former artillery second lieutenant, now Second Lieutenant Yu Lan, commander of the artillery company of the National Self-Guard, looked at all this coldly, neither participating nor stopping.

"There's one guy who also deserves to die!" Someone else shouted.

"Who?" People asked.

"Fressel! He gave us false news that he said that there was a lot of gunpowder in the Bastille. Yet there was so little gunpowder in the Bastille! He must be the king's lackey, he drew us to the Bastille, there must be some conspiracy! Someone shouted.

"Then we'll kill him!" More people shouted.

"He also told us last time that there were a large number of weapons on the other side of Rue Richelieu, and it turned out that there was nothing there. There must be something wrong with him! ”

"Kill him, kill him!"

Fressel is the mayor of Paris. Born aristocratic origin, some say he was close to the Comte d'Artois (Louis XVI's younger brother, one of the extreme conservatives). Of course, this rumor is unfounded. It's just that at this time, everyone tends to believe this rumor.

Second Lieutenant Yu Lan and the others continued to watch from the sidelines with cold eyes. Flassell was not a friend of the Marquis de Lafayette anyway, and it wasn't necessarily a good thing for such a person to control the Paris City Hall – at least for the Marquis de Lafayette, who was preparing to consolidate the forces of Paris.

……

"What are these people doing?" Lucien looked in amazement at the militiamen marching outside the barricades with spears held aloft. The spears in their hands were covered with human heads.

"They're venting their fears with terror." Joseph said to Lucien while holding Louis in the eyes with one hand to prevent him from looking at the terrible things.

"Vent your fears with terror?" Lucien did not understand what Joseph meant.

"Lucien, think about it. Where are those recent terrible rumors most likely coming from? Did they really come from sans-culottes who couldn't even write their names? Joseph did not answer, but asked.

"How is this possible?" Lucien shook his head, "Those rumors are vivid, and there are many things involved that those sans-culottes can not know at all. There are a lot of things that can only be made up by people who are very familiar with all kinds of insider stories. ”

"Look at the rumors, what are they saying? What kind of emotions are spreading? Joseph asked again.

"It's nothing more than that the king is going to bring mercenaries to bloody Paris or something." Lucien shook his head and said, "It's terrible, but Paris is so important to France, bloody Paris?" That's just scaring people. Without Paris, what would France be in Europe? ”

"But the sans-culottes don't know. They all thought it was true. Their hearts were filled with fear and anger. They feared slaughter and looting, and they were angry that their innocents were going to suffer such a fate. "This fear and anger gave them the strength to act." Some people feel that they can guide, control such forces, and use such powers to achieve their ends. Hehe......"

"What are you laughing at?" Lucien asked.

"I laugh at some people playing with fire." Joseph said, "Using rumors to make people afraid, and then using fear to drive others, although in terms of cost, is indeed very cheap." But the power that arises from fear and anger is the power of irrationality. The irrational force is difficult to control, it is like Monsieur Lavoisier's nitroglycerin, if you are not careful, if you don't control it well, you can blow yourself to pieces with a bang. ”

"So what are we going to do?" Lucien asked.

"Look more, think more." Joseph replied.