More than a day has passed, and the city is still under fire and blood. Countless people were armed, divided into two well-walled camps, fighting for honor or for survival.

It's June 24th.

After only one day, half of the area originally occupied by the insurgents had been reduced.

One of the most powerful armed forces of our time is advancing in the capital of their homeland with ruthlessness, and no one can resist them.

After a whole day of fierce fighting, a unit stopped at Saint-La Char, its commander standing in the front row of the ranks, observing the terrain ahead with binoculars. He was General Ra-Morisir, an important commander of the repression operations of government forces.

Next to him, in addition to several people in military uniforms, there was also a middle-aged man wearing the uniform of a senior officer of the National Guard. The middle-aged man was the only son and heir of the prestigious Duke of Treville, Philippe de Treville Jr., a colonel of the National Guard.

Because of the prestige of the Tréville family, the general still had great respect for the little Duke of Trevill, and there was no such arrogance and arrogance of a general officer in the face of the strength of the civilian armed forces.

Of course, this moderation was only superficial, and in fact the general was very suspicious of the combat effectiveness of the National Guard, so in many cases he preferred to send his own troops to carry out the mission - the little Duke of Tréville, of course, understood this, and he took great pleasure in not discussing the military arrangements too much in front of the general, and basically obeyed all the orders of the general. And I am also happy to see my own people in a relatively safe state.

However, it is no wonder that the regular army looks down on the National Guard, and these militia groups have performed badly from the start.

From the beginning of the chaos. Those of the National Guard were terrified: on the first day of the uprising, the number of people who came out to fight was already very small, and many of them fled; On the second and third days, under the huge shortage of troops and the complaints of the army, General Kafenak had to give special orders to send a large number of military police to forcibly pull the National Guard personnel who were not on duty from their homes. After forming them into squads. They were escorted into battle by one private and four ordinary soldiers. to supplement the manpower required to suppress the amount of manpower.

Moreover, even in the self-defense forces that arrived at their posts, their combat effectiveness and morale were lackluster. Basically, the slightest setback would stall, and sometimes the mob would launch a slightly more violent counterattack, and they would even retreat outright, angering the battlefield commander and General Kafenjak himself on several occasions.

Rich people are relatively afraid of death. This is a normal thing.

"General Ra-Morisir." In front of the murderous general, the little Duke of Treville was very calm, and he faithfully fulfilled his duty as a guide, "In front is the Louis-Philippe Hospital, named after the former king, and it was still under construction, but it was temporarily suspended because of the sudden fall of the July Dynasty. There is only such a semi-finished product left. Since yesterday, a mob has taken over the hospital and some of the buildings that are nearby. And turned it into a barricade. It looks like it's a sturdy ......."

"Yes, it looks pretty sturdy." The general suddenly spoke, and there seemed to be some teasing in his tone, "But have your people tried it?" ”

"Uh...... Yes. The colonel of the Self-Defense Army hesitated, "We made a tentative attack last night, but we were unsuccessful, and we were quickly repelled by the mob. The enemy's firepower is fierce and the facilities are very strong, and we cannot deal with it with light weapons alone......"

When he said this, there was inevitably some embarrassment in the tone of the little Duke of Treville, "Moreover, because there are more deserters, we are not as well staffed as we are, and it is difficult to organize an effective attack here. ”

"Hmph, I know that these big guys will weaken their legs when they see guns, bad seeds!" The general's face swept over with some disdain, and he cursed indignantly, "These bigwigs want the army to help them clear the mob, but they are also afraid to go to the battlefield and take risks!" They just want us to be born and die, and go to see the excitement by ourselves? Phew, don't even think about it! General Kafenjak has already given the order before, and we will not spare them! We're going to catch the deserters! They don't want to run away! ”

Although this sentence seemed to include the great nobleman both openly and covertly, the little Duke of Trevill only smiled mildly after hearing this.

"You're right, everyone should do their part."

And at this very moment, his cousin Charles, who had become a deserter for the duties of the Trevill family, was gracefully cut off from the war, leaving him alone to participate in the suppression of the mob - everyone should do their duty.

Of course, the general didn't know what the little Duke of Trevill meant, and he nodded with satisfaction.

"You're right, Monsieur de Treville. Everyone, should stand up when the country needs him. ”

Then, instead of dwelling on the other party's question, he turned his head to look at the side.

"Oh! It's finally here! He shouted happily.

The little Duke of Trevil followed his line of sight, and saw that it was a group of soldiers, who were slowly pushing some cannons over, and looking at the number, it seemed that there were twenty or thirty of them.

"Are the artillery coming? Very well, looks like we'll be able to take it later. He nodded. No matter how strong this fortress area is, it is impossible to survive the continuous bombardment of artillery. ”

"There is still a little time before the shelling begins." The general withdrew his gaze from the cannon and turned his head to look at the target in the distance.

Then, he gave an order.

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Clutching the gun in his hand, Jean-Sveille looked through the small window at the army waiting in the distance.

He was the youngest son of a peasant, one of the hundreds of thousands of workers who had come to Paris from the provinces in search of work. Although he is only in his twenties, he has been working hard in the factory for several years, and he has already developed a thick cocoon on his hands. The complexion also becomes a little dark, and there are some fine folds.

The June weather was a bit muggy, and he sweated a lot, but he didn't realize it, and still looked ahead.

When the February Revolution first broke out, he, like many people he knew, was directly involved in the uprising that overthrew the July Dynasty. It witnessed the birth of this republic, which was soon incorporated into the state-owned factories; In June, the workers' leaders decided to launch another uprising. Without any hesitation, the worker of the state factory threw himself into the barricades in accordance with his own organization, as did the others.

[After the February Revolution.] In order to solve the problem of unemployed workers. The Provisional Government set up state-owned factories to absorb these unemployed workers into all kinds of manual labor. For ease of management, these workers were organized in a paramilitary structure in the state-run factories – ordinary workers were privates, and some workers were then made commanders according to the structure of the army.

This structure also allows the workers to have some of their own organizational systems in advance. At the time of the June uprising, this organizational structure allowed them to quickly act in concert and become an insurrectionary force. 】

In the beginning. Jean-Sveille knew that he was in danger this time, but he was still shocked by what had actually happened—only when he was confronted directly with the military machine of the Empire. Only then can people intuitively feel how terrifying its power is.

In just one day, the insurgents' front lines were broken at the same time everywhere, and the area under their control was constantly compressed. After only a day of fighting, the government forces had advanced directly here, in front of their eyes.

However, even so, Jean-Sveille was confident in the resistance on his side.

They had a strong fortification.

There are many scattered and unordered buildings in this area, in addition to a large number of building materials; The insurgents built a fortified fortress here, and its center was the Louis-Philippe Hospital, which was still under construction and where Jean-Sveille lived. Around the hospital, they also built a number of huge barricades. Behind the barricades were the walls cut and occupied by the insurgents, which provided them with a lot of convenience for their defenses and gave them a strong support.

Their fortifications, which stretched from here to the rue Roshshuar or to the district of Chengguan, were built in a matter of days. When these construction workers put all their energy into the construction of the barricades, they were able to complete such a project in a short time.

But even if it could resist the army for a day or two more, what would it do?

This question flashed through Jean-Sveille's mind.

However, soon he put the question behind him, and he regained his grip on the gun tightly and looked directly at the army in the distance.

There seemed to be a sudden commotion on the side of the army, and the soldiers who were waiting for the battle parted a small gap, and a man in military uniform came out of the ranks and walked all the way to this side.

Because he was waving a white flag representing the military envoy in his hand, and he was only walking alone, the rebel fighters did not shoot and let him come by.

After reaching a certain distance, the envoy did not go forward, but stood in front of the fortifications, clasped his hands together and shouted loudly.

"Listen, mobs inside! You are now facing a government army, don't have any illusions, if you continue to resist, you will surely die! General Ra-Morisir, the ultimatum has now been issued to you! You must immediately stop rebelling against government decrees, stop disrupting the order of the country, surrender immediately, and surrender your weapons! That's how you can survive! If you do not surrender within half an hour, the army will attack, the artillery will bombard, and you will never be forgiven! Many of you have already chosen to surrender, and you should recognize the situation as soon as possible! If you still want to live, surrender now! ”

"Phew!" After hearing the envoy's arrogant ultimatum, Jean-Sveille cursed loudly, "Who will surrender to you bitches!" ”

His scolding was not isolated, from the fortifications in all corners, there were scolding, and some people fired directly.

After hearing the gunshots, the envoy hurriedly lay down, and then fled back to the line on the side of the army, provoking laughter from the rebel camp.

The mob's choice is already obvious.

"What a stubborn mob, I don't know if I'm alive or dead!"

This situation made General Ra-Morisir a little furious, and he clenched his right hand tightly, and his forehead was flushed with blue tendons. "These bastards! I can't spare them! ”

Then he turned his head and yelled at his officers.

"Since the mob is going to kill itself, let's satisfy them! Bomb with a grenade! Burn with incendiary bombs! Kill them all! Fire the gun, fire the gun for me! Shoot non-stop! ”

At the urging of the general, the cannons began to roar.

Dozens of cannons fired at once, and the sound almost shook the earth, and the cannonballs rained down on the opposite stronghold.

The shells blasted open the fortifications and shattered the houses, and the incendiary bombs set the ruins on a raging fire, fueled by broken wood, cloth and even human bodies, and the flames mixed with black smoke soared into the sky, engulfing Jean-Sveille in the fire.

In the center of the shelling, incendiary bombs kept falling, and the burning of the fire accelerated the convection of the air, rolling up gusts of wind, and the wind mixed with flames scattered the burning objects in all directions, and to a bystander, it all seemed like purgatory, right?

The fortifications, enveloped in strong winds and fire, were unbearable for everyone in them. The blazing heat and the poisonous smoke are enough to kill people.

Jean-Svière was still crouching in the middle of the fortifications, the choking smell of his nose and even the smell of burnt human bodies, and the flying fragments of masonry and cannonballs, some of which hit him and the men next to him straight on, scraping blood on their faces and bodies.

But Jean-Sveille knew that they could only endure it, and if they rushed out of it now, they would die more quickly.

The shelling continued until the general watched with satisfaction that the fortifications in front of him had been almost razed to the ground.

He gestured slightly.

"Attack!" The commander at the front hurriedly gave the order.

The army front advanced in full force and pressed forward.

As the army approached his fortifications, Jean-Svière jumped to his feet and fired a shot forward, causing one of the soldiers to fall.

He cheered with relief in his heart.

The commander stood at the front of the ranks, quietly looking at the ragged rebels with a very indifferent expression.

"Fire!"

"Bang!"

Jean-Sveille felt only a pain in his body, then fell backwards to the ground, and then, with relief and reluctance, he fell into an eternal sleep. (To be continued......)

PS: I want to say something, but I don't know what to say......

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