Chapter 5 From the King's Repression

Disheveled~~~

An elderly Parisian policeman was kicked to the ground by a sturdy but very thin Parisian worker, and before the Parisian policeman could get up from the ground, a punch the size of a sandbag appeared in front of his eyes, and a beautiful straight punch was perfectly slammed into his cheeks, and two yellow, orange, and orange blood-stained teeth, with the brains of the hapless Parisian policeman, were separated from the warm gums where they were originally located......

After this punch, the Parisian policeman was really blindfolded, and he was no longer able to resist......

However, the Parisian workers, who had already been inflamed with 'passion', oh no, should have incited the liberal consciousness, had not yet had enough of their hearts, and simply sat down on this unkilled Parisian policeman, shouting slogans that would be absolutely fine in the afterlife:

"For the bread !!"

Peng~~~ An old fist hit the face of the Parisian policeman in the circle, and the innocent Parisian policeman's uncle had begun to bleed from his nasal cavity......

"For the !! of Freedom"

Peng~~~ Another hook hit the cheek on the other side that was not attacked, and I have to say that this sturdy young Parisian worker has already beaten the beat, and he still has the heart to treat the left and right sides of the Parisian policeman fairly......

"For the !! of democracy"

Bang bang bang ~~~

Well, it seemed that the Parisian policeman would never get up in this life, and he worked for the dark and despotist Louis XVI of France, in fact, just to support his family, and devoted himself to the cause of rebellion against liberalism......

The boy of the Parisian workers, who had just killed someone, had a heroic and righteous face, and did not feel even the slightest guilt after the murder, because he felt that he had accomplished a feat, and he had killed the lackeys of the evil monarchy!

All the nobles and dogs who oppress and exploit the people should die!!

This is the belief that underpins the hearts of these rioting Parisian workers, fearless and taking everything for granted!

Including the random killing of an elderly Parisian policeman uncle who only lived for a salary, without the slightest consideration, the dead Parisian policeman uncle still had two elderly people and three children at home!!

This is violence under free will, the sorrow without order!

"All of them! Raise your gun and aim ~~~"

The thousands of Parisian workers who easily broke through the Paris police blockade, holding all kinds of miscellaneous tools, or simply shouting the slogans of the people with their bare hands, fearlessly faced the horizontal platoon of Lin Haoda's army!

It's really straight up and facing the muzzle of the gun to 'walk' over, not running over!

And completely gathered into a dense mass advantage that does not speak, and walked over to the muzzle of the gun!

Lin Haoda really couldn't understand the scene in front of him, it was the first time he saw so many people actively, autonomously, and fanatically walking towards the muzzle of the gun that was close at hand!

The distance between the two sides is only a few tens of meters!

At this distance, even the most flintlock pistol can hit an unlucky guy with a casual shot at the crowd......

You know, this group of Parisian workers is not facing the police, but the army! Or a bunch of German foreign mercenaries who don't care how many French people die!

"Can anyone tell me where these Parisian mud-legged men got their courage?" Lin Haoda complained speechlessly in his heart, he was placed in the middle of the queue, so he did not unhindered to face this group of Parisian mud-legged workers who were breaking through the Paris police blockade and bravely 'walking' towards the army battle formation......

Leo. Harder watched coldly as the workers and citizens of Paris approached, and the horsewhip in his hand had long since been replaced by a combat saber and flintlock handcuff. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Fire !!"

"Bread! Freely! Gringos out of Paris, out of France!! ”

Bang bang bang......

A burst of white smoke floated up, choking Lin Haoda, who was closer, and frowned, adding an unpleasant prefix to the musket of this era again in his heart......

The Parisian workers who shouted slogans suddenly had more than a dozen unlucky people trembling and fell on their backs or on the cold stone floor!

The German mercenaries, who had a lot of combat experience, retreated in the first row, and the second row calmly took one or two steps forward with flintlock pistols. Under Harder's repetitive commands, he completed the action of raising the gun, aiming, and pulling the trigger without nervousness!

A group of Parisian mud legs who didn't even have a proper weapon really couldn't make this group of German mercenaries who had been on the battlefield feel much nervous......

Another row of blood flowers bloomed, and Lin Haoda keenly noticed that a colleague in front of him was repeatedly pulling the silent trigger in frustration, and reluctantly put the dumb flintlock pistol back, muttering something wrong while retreating......

After two rounds of guns, the Parisian workers who had only died about 100 people finally recovered a little from their frenzy, even if there were thousands of people on the other side, but the common people were ordinary people, and in the face of this scene of making corpses in one round, the fear in my heart was even more terrible than I imagined!

In fact, they are not ready to overthrow the government and make a violent revolution at all, they are just out of anger that they are owed wages and can't eat black bread, and they come out to vent their dissatisfaction by shouting slogans, beating people and even killing people, after all, the National Assembly has not yet reached a result, and the people of Paris and even the citizens and capitalists of the whole of France are quietly waiting for Louis XVI to give the big guy a reasonable solution to get rid of this damn price and social problem!

Therefore, when the workers of Paris began to die and the army opened fire mercilessly, they were really afraid!

Lin Haoda, who was standing in the third row, finally had the opportunity to play, like other mercenaries, he casually took two steps forward with a flintlock pistol, raised the flintlock pistol to the shoulder of his chest, and his right eye narrowed slightly through the principle of 'three points and one line' at the muzzle, trying to aim at the people of Paris who had begun to cringe a little.

Then, when he heard the gunshots around him instead of the order, he pulled the trigger without hesitation!

In fact, in a noisy environment, except for the soldier next to the officer, it is difficult for other soldiers to hear the precise command shouted from the officer's mouth, after the command to raise the gun and aim is initiated, the soldier next to the officer will follow and shout at the same time, so as to pass the order to the soldier colleagues in the distance, and there is no need to shout when firing, the loud noise of the musket eruption next to him is the best starting gun!

Bang~

Lin Haoda put down the flintlock pistol in his hand, and looked at the brown-haired Parisian guy who was aiming at him on the opposite side turned around and ran away intact, wondering in his heart where his bullets flew......