Louis XVI finally decided to lead his family out of this place, and although he was very fond of this "home", it was obvious that anyone who stayed here would be torn apart by the mob that was watching like hungry wolves.

Led by Pierre Ludreer, the chief officer from the Ministry of the Interior, Louis XVI and his party fled their "home" in disarray, leaving Han Xing and a group of helpless exiled nobles to shout here.

Perhaps it was the remnants of Louis XVI that remained, or perhaps it was because of the jealousy of the government of Monsieur de la Derrell from the Ministry of the Interior, that the soldiers of the National Guard and the mob made way for them, and the king and his family, including the noble Cleopatra, were squeezed out of a crowd-formed path.

Except for Louis XVI, none of his family dared to look up at the black crowd, and lowered their "noble" heads as if they were defeated roosters.

How ironic! This is in stark contrast to the view of the tuileries in the tuileries before he leaves the palace under the arch of the nobles who shout "Long live the king". At that time, he was radiant and arrogant, but now he is disgraced and disgraced.

Han Xing watched the backs of the king and his party disappear from his field of vision on the terrace, and he even felt a little sad in his heart. That is, because of the time they got along, they formed a faint feeling (qíng), (although Han Xing and Louis XVI's family are not close, but they are also acquaintances, right?) ）

There was also lamentation for their fate, and he knew what awaited the family, Louis XVI would be guillotined in about six months, and then his wife, the great Cleopatra Marie Antoinette.

One of their children, Louis XVII, would die in prison a few years later, and scholars believe that he was subjected to inhumane treatment and torture, living in extremely harsh conditions, and eventually contracted tuberculosis.

And their daughter, Mary Teresa, who is only fourteen years old, will be the only survivor! You think she's lucky?

That's a big mistake! What awaited her was the tragic fate of being beaten and humiliated by the jailers, which directly led to her deep hatred of revolutionaries in the rest of her life, and after the restoration of her uncle Louis XVIII and Charles X, she set off a bloody storm and organized and planned many terrorist activities against revolutionaries and their descendants.

"It's over! We're done! We are abandoned! We're going to be torn to shreds by those mobs! Definitely! The cries of those noble ladies woke Han Xing up from his contemplation.

The male (xìng) nobles began to fulfill their duties as men, comforting their wives or sisters: "Don't worry, if the mob dares to rush in, we will show them how good we are!" As he spoke, they drew their fancy swords at their waists and swung them in the air.

"Hehe, you still think you're in the Middle Ages! It's the age of muskets, what's the use of that thing in your hands? Take 10,000 steps back, even if it is the Middle Ages, what use can the needle-like thing in your hand come in against the knight's armor? From the bottom of his heart, Han Xingda felt disdain for the combat effectiveness of these nobles.

What is Fancy Bayoneboarding? It's the same thing that appeared in "Cat and Mouse", like a needle! And it's soft, this kind of weapon is okay to use alone, it's not enough to fight in a group! It has very little defense, it fights purely by dodging and fast attack, and now that there are so many people huddled together, what can it do? A sword used to be just a blood hole, and the slash could only leave a shallow scratch.

"Ladies and gentlemen, be quiet, now that His Majesty is gone, but we are still here, we are going to protect the Tuileries, and now our goal is the same, for the safety of our lives and property, please listen to me!" Han Xing came to the steps and waved his hands to the nobles who were either crying or indignant.

As if holding on to a life-saving straw, those nobles who were already desperate immediately returned to their senses when they saw Han Xing, "That's right, you have to protect us!" You are the commander of the Swiss Guard, you must protect us, this is the order! I command you to protect us as the Earl's (shēn)! One of the nobles, who was extremely well-dressed, shouted at Han Xing.

"Lord Earl, I must remind you that I am also an earl, so you are not qualified to command me!" Han Xing sneered. Then he looked around and said, "We must find a way to protect ourselves, otherwise no one here will end well!" You can trust me, because as I said, I am also an earl, and I will not be spared if the mob comes in! What's more, I am the commander of the Swiss Guard, and the Swiss Guard has always been known for its loyalty and fearlessness! ”

"Why do we have to listen to you?" The old earl immediately took the lead in coaxing. Han Xing stepped forward and grabbed his collar and said, "Do you have any experience in military command?" Have you ever been on the battlefield? Are you afraid of the mob outside? My lord, look, look, they are like hungry wolves, as long as they kill in, no one will be spared! Han Xingti sneaked the old earl to the window, stuck his fat head out of the window, and asked him to take a good look at the crowd below and listen to their shouts.

"We listen to you! It's all up to you! After glancing at the spectacular scene outside, the earl swallowed a mouthful of saliva and crawled back as if he had fled, his little face turned white with fright, and then he said to Han Xing almost incoherently.

"Good! If you want me to say, we have to kill those cannons first! Han Xing clapped his hands and set the first goal.

"Aren't those cannons in the hands of the National Guard? Aren't they their own people? The earl asked weakly, and as soon as he saw Han Xing's gaze turn to him, he immediately hid back in the crowd.

"If they are their own people, why would His Majesty leave where?" Han Xing coldly threw out this question. The count understood at once, and his face was suddenly enlightened, and his eyes were full of fear.

"Even if they don't fight, what if their cannons are 'accidentally' given to the mob and captured? That would be a blow to our destruction! Han Xing cut the railroad categorically, and he deliberately accentuated his tone on 'accidental'.

All the nobles felt that their hearts were shuddering, and they no longer had any doubts, but obeyed Han Xing's orders and acted immediately.

Han Xing sent them equipment, and took advantage of the fact that he had recognized the entire Tuileries Palace in the past few days, and arranged for them to go to the advantageous location that Han Xing had found in advance to ambush.

"Come on! Let you see how good I am! Han Xing even looked forward to these mobs coming in and experimenting with his defensive tactics.

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"What are you going to do?" A National Guard soldier guarding the cannon shouted at the Swiss Guards who rushed behind (shēn). However, the Swiss Guards did not slow down, stopped at a distance of about 10 meters, and aimed their muskets at the artillerymen.

"Stand back! We're going to have these cannons! If you don't want to die, get out of here! Han Xing shouted at the artillery outside, in view of the extremely chaotic situation outside, although the National Guard wants to "release the water", it can't make things too obvious, right? Therefore, the large army was still at the forefront of the ranks, pretending to play a tug-of-war with the angry citizens, which caused the troops in the front to not detect the anomalies of the rear artillery.

Under the threat of the barrel of the gun, these artillerymen had no choice but to raise their hands and slowly retreat in the face of the Swiss Guards. Han Xing and a few (shēn) aristocracy rushed out of the gate, stuffing paper bags with fuses into the chambers of the cannons, and then lit the fuses one by one with torches.

When Han Xing and the others returned to the Tuileries Palace, they only heard the sound of ping-pong explosions coming from the position of those cannons, accompanied by thick smoke, and when the fog cleared, it could be seen that all those cannons had been blown into horn flowers, falling to the ground horizontally, obviously useless!

What are these paper packets? Dynamite packs, of course! Although it is some very weak black powder, it is obtained from the [Riverside District]. At this time, it is used to complement each other, if the power is too great, it is likely to affect the wall, the power is too small, and it may not be able to achieve the purpose of destroying the barrel!

As the sound of the explosion spread, both the mob and the National Guard focused their attention on the walls of the Tuileries Palace, and the otherwise bustling crowd immediately fell silent.

As the National Guard stood still, the mob took the opportunity to break through the cordon they had formed with shēn and began to shake and push the black iron fence gate.

But before they could be arrogant, the most shaky of them (xiōng) burst into blood. As soon as they dare to reach out and touch the door, they will receive a fatal bullet that pierces (xiōng) the chamber. And after paying for more than a dozen lives, they still didn't find out who was attacking them.

The mob began to hesitate, and one of the smart men began to hide behind to make way for the ignorant compatriots behind. Sure enough, those who came later fearlessly and ignorant paid the price directly with their lives.

Where did these bullets come from? If one pays close attention, they will find several inconspicuous highlights on a two-story building a hundred meters from the gate.

A young man dressed as an aristocrat pulled the bolt of his gun, withdrew an empty bullet casing, and then crawled to his companion on the side of the (shēn) and said, "Good fellow! This musket is so easy to use! I don't know how much stronger than the rifle I used to hunt! I've already killed 5 mobs! ”

The companion on the side of (shēn) said dissatisfiedly: "Only 5? I've killed 7 of them, and if I survive this time, even if it's a shame, I'll ask Count Segaed to give me this treasure! As he spoke, he stroked the gunshot, tenderly as if he were caressing his own (qíng) person's back.

If a modern person saw that gun, he would surely exclaim: "Mauser rifle!" ”