"Damn the king's lackeys, go to hell!" A French man in shabby sans-culottes standing in front of the window pulled the trigger on the line of infantry marching to the beat of drums on the main road with a hideous face. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bang bang bang......

The shots from the houses on both sides suddenly made the first sequence of line infantry ranks missing, and at this time, the line infantry naturally did not continue to advance stupidly and suffer from the fire on both sides......

After surviving the first volley, they immediately formed several small horizontal formations of guns under the orders of their respective officers, aiming at the exposed firing positions in the houses!

The light infantry, who had been covering the rear of the flank, pulled the trigger one step ahead of the line infantry, and the exposed mud legs of the National Guard in the houses on both sides flipped over on their backs in an instant!

Before they could finish reloading, the more ferocious line infantry platoon guns arrived as promised, and even the soldiers of the National Guard who were lucky enough to survive did not dare to stay where they were shot anymore......

Just as the line infantry suppressed the National Guard in the houses on both sides, the bombardment of the six-pounder infantry field guns completed another salvo, and four solid shells driven by black powder spewed out the muzzles finally accurately penetrated the barricades in the center of the intersection with the experience of the front miss.

The technical gap between professional artillery and amateur artillery can be seen, and for Lin Haoda, the value of these 4 six-pounder infantry field guns is even lower than that of the attached professional artillery!

Holding a flintlock pistol and hiding behind the barricades, Conrad was sweating in the face of the flying cannonballs, praying in his heart for God's blessing......

He was originally just a blacksmith, and the hammer may have been very easy to use, but the musket had not been picked up for less than three days......

The Battle of the Bastille made him see the horrors of the 'Blue Demons', and he didn't know what else he could do in the face of the Blue Devils' artillery......

Sou~~~

Poof......

A streak of hot blood sprayed on the side of Conrad's blacksmith's face, adding to his terrified countenance.

Conrad trembled as he looked at the neighbors around him who were also buried behind the barricades, the headless corpse whose head had been blown out by a solid bullet through the barricade, fell softly at his feet, and the tight string in his heart finally broke!

"God ~ my God, I don't want to be here, I want to leave here, I don't want to die yet, I still have a wife and children, I can't die here!"

Conrad threw away his musket and fled backwards with his head in his hands as if he had been frightened, while the line infantry in the distance did not even come within range of the barricade lines......

Due to the rapid expansion of the National Guard, there is no effective internal officer system, and the shortage of officers in the National Guard guarding the Paris City Hall is particularly serious!

To be precise, among these mud legs, who were armed citizens of Paris two days ago, the so-called officers are actually the leaders elected by the big guys, that is, the kind of people who are popular, eloquent, and convincing, and often the kind of people who are more popular and eloquent in the neighborhood.

The Paris City Hall, where there were no officers at all for the expansion of the army, simply made these people become middle- and lower-level National Guard officers, managing their own relatives, friends and neighbors......

Because everyone's original identity is a citizen of the same level, and they are all at the bottom, sympathetic and caring for each other, so the class concept of the newly formed National Guard Force officers and soldiers is very vague.

Normally, the fighting morale of such a united and fraternal army should be very strong, and it is precisely the bosses of the Paris City Hall who think so that they will expand the National Guard in such a hasty manner, but!

Most of the National Guards defending the Paris City Hall came from the Bastille and the ruffians of the First World War!

The psychological shadow of these two groups of people on the blue demons of the Bastille is not at all something that can be erased in less than two days.

This seems to have been collectively ignored by the top levels of the Standing Committee......

The bigwigs of the Paris City Hall were blinded by the fact that they did not know the details of the National Guard, and the Marquis de Lafayette deliberately ignored it for his own benefit, pulling as many 'warriors' as possible into his own expedition......

The Standing Committee is just a group of representatives of the various classes, they are not irreplaceable and unique figures like King Louis XVI, and even if the people in the Paris City Hall die, the various classes can quickly elect new representatives......

Capitalists, bankers, liberal aristocrats, and even sans-culottes, some of whom are outstanding people who are enthusiastic about the revolution, and as long as the fire of the revolution is not extinguished, sacrificing a few deputies is nothing.

Therefore, the Marquis de Lafayette was not worried about the safety of the Paris City Hall, as long as he annihilated the king's army, the remaining thousands of mercenaries could still resist the general situation?

At the crossroads of the barricade defense line, the strength of the National Guard was the most dense, and Conrad's escape behavior was immediately detected by hundreds of thousands of sights, and those citizens of the National Guard who were hiding behind the barricade and waiting for the battle couldn't help but shake in their hearts after seeing Conrad's situation!

On the other side is the blue demon who won a big victory not long ago, can he really win?

Such a terrible thought suddenly appeared in the hearts of many of the surrounding National Guard soldiers, and they climbed as quickly as madness.

Syllable~~~

A crisp slap slapped Conrad, who hadn't run two steps, back to the ground, and Conrad, who was a little stunned, couldn't help but calm down, covering his cheeks and looking up at the leader of his battalion, who had also helped his family.

Conrad felt a wave of guilt in his heart.

"Conrad! Do you think you can escape your fate by escaping here? Think of your second son who was starved to death, he was only 6 years old! Think of your youngest daughter who was sold to a nobleman at the age of ten, and her body was dumped in a mass grave by a ruthless nobleman!

And most importantly, your wife is still hungry at home waiting for news of the victory of the revolution, Conrad, have you forgotten all these things?! “

The big brother looked up at his subordinates around him with slightly frightened faces, and shouted loudly: "The people standing here, who has not been oppressed by the nobility and the government!" Let's think about it, who caused our current life?! ”

He pointed to the golden fleur-de-lis flag fluttering across the opposite side and shouted hoarsely, "It's him!" It's this damn feudal autocracy! Do you want to run home like cowards and hold your skinny wives and children, old and helpless, and starve to death, or like warriors, you will fight for your family a tomorrow where you can eat bread! ”

Conrad stood up with blood-red eyes, grabbed his flintlock pistol again, and shouted, "For freedom, for bread, fight!! ”

"Yes, fight with these king's lackeys!"