"End the war, we need bread!"

"Kill the executioners. (Full text reading, all in. (.i. Want. Wen. Learning Network)"

"Chong, it's time for the people to decide their own future."

Ao Hua and his partner lay quietly on the roof of the Banque de France building, where he had been lurking for two days and two nights, and he would probably not be able to survive as an ordinary person, but it was not too hard for him, because he belonged to a sniper in the KKEB field team of the Ministry of Intelligence.

Be able to be a one-in-a-million sniper. Ao Hua is very proud of himself, and it is commendable that he is still a Luzon, and it is precisely because of this identity that he is generally hateful to the Chinese in Europe and France. The gimmick of using Luzon's native status to oppose the Chinese occupation and support Luzon's resistance to aggression was secretly lurking.

As a sniper, the rifle-mounted scope was his clairvoyance, and he had seen everything that had happened in the town hall across the street for two days, especially since he had locked on the French president several times.

But compared to the scene in front of me, the matter of locking up the French president and officials is simply not mentioned all the time, and the world in the scope has been completely messed up, burning, smoke and dust. The explosions and gunfires, all intertwined, the cries of women and children, the howls of men as they were slaughtered, were not only harsh, but also a sign that the country where he had lived for two years was slowly sinking.

Bordeaux is finished, France is finished!

In the camera, an ordinary French man kneels down in front of the soldiers in blue overalls and towels, looking excited as if to justify something. But his explanation, his pleading, his prayers all failed in a second. The soldier raised his revolver. Aimed at his head.

The sound of gunfire was drowned out by loud shouts, but Ao Hua could still see the brain and blood splashing out of the left side of his brain through the light of the fire next to him.

The man collapsed in a pool of blood, and the soldier pulled out the only valuable ring from his finger, and then burrowed into the nearby building, where a dense burst of gunfire and the screams of women resounded a moment later.

No matter which direction you turn the scope, it's a hellish scene, full of massacres and riots, women dragged into street corners by mobs, and children standing alone on both sides of the street, watching the adults "revolutionize" in order to survive.

Ao Hua didn't read much, and he didn't learn a few words of French after coming to France for so long, but this picture made him understand the above truth. Perhaps the revolutionaries themselves did not want to cause such chaos, but it turns out that when the riots come, the humble and polite will also be infected, and will raise their butcher knives to attack those they are not accustomed to.

Riots and massacres cannot be stopped once they have begun, and it does not take much knowledge to predict them, and when the dawn of the day, the whirlpools and storms of Bordeaux will spread in all directions. The whole of France will be drowned in blood, and perhaps this will be more than a great battle to kill more people, a lot!

The partner next to him handed over the already cold meatloaf, Ao Hua took a deep breath, forced himself to take two bites, and then continued to stick the scope.

In the footage, the battle for the temporary office building of the French government opposite is nearing its end. Groups of gendarmes and soldiers loyal to the president began to lay down their arms and walk out of the bunkers, and the "workers" occupied the entire town hall.

Suddenly, a truck without any signs drove to the door, Ao Hua habitually tried to aim at the other party, but found that the angle was blocked by most of the time, and he could only vaguely see two men in military uniforms stepping out of the truck and entering the building.

Just when he was a little depressed, the figure in the presidential office that was being taken care of began to shake, because the curtains were ajar when Poincarre left before, so he could clearly see a handsome man wearing the uniform of a French colonel walking into the office.

With a smile on his lips, he walked around his desk several times before sitting in full view of President Poincar.

Ao Hua almost subconsciously shrank his pupils and tightened the trigger, because at this moment, the person who dared to look at the seat under so many accompanying officers and soldiers must be the big fish in the rebels, maybe he is still a leader-level figure!

After trying to resist the urge to shoot and kill the other party, Ao Hua finally let go of his fingers, his mission this time was only to protect and respond to the commandos from the country, and monitor the rebels' every move, not to assassinate a high-ranking rebel officer who did not know the details. (Full text reading, all in. (.i. Want. Wen. Learning Network)

I don't read much, but I still know some of the truth, in Ao Hua's opinion, His Majesty the Emperor does not intend to enter France now, otherwise he would not go to Spain, what the empire needs is the future of France, not the current France that has been shattered by wars, rebellions and vendettas.

In the office, Snead didn't know that he had walked in front of death, and the huge excitement made him, who had always been calm and low-key and like to hide behind others, a little carried away, until Murphy reminded him to put away his smile.

"Colonel, Commander..., if Poincarre left early, the men who went to ambush Foch and Viviani did not stop them."

"Damn, how could this be!"

Get this news. Snead slapped the table hard, and the violent sound frightened Murphy, and quickly added: "Major, we have taken control of the railway station and all the roads out of the city, and I believe that we will get good news." ”

"That's good" Sneijder stood up from his chair, although this is not the Elysee Palace, but it is the president's throne after all, he reluctantly turned his head to look at it, glared at Murphy fiercely, and said coldly: "Murphy, you should understand. They must be controlled in

in our hands. Yes,"

"Yes."

Murphy knows Szander's temper very well, there is no need to conflict with him at this time, not to mention that Poincaré and others are too important. Letting these people with deep connections in France and political party backgrounds flee will inevitably pose a threat to himself in the future, so he immediately set off and walked out.

When he hurried down the stairs to the gate, a slight bolt of gunfire sounded on the roof of the bank building hundreds of meters away, and Ao Hua's eyes had narrowed into a little cold star. His mission is to create chaos.

And the best way to create chaos is to kill everyone who walks out of this building!

"Bang."

One of the rebel soldiers in front of Murphy in the scope was shot in the neck. The ruptured major artery in his neck spilled blood like a fountain, staining Murphy's body half of his body scarlet.

In the hall, no one expected to be assassinated at this time when he was about to succeed, Murphy was cold in his hands and feet, and when he thought of Poincaré's sudden early departure, Foch and Viviani's convoy diverted to disappear, and an unprecedented cold feeling crept down his back and covered his whole body in an instant.

The guards finally woke up from the terrible scene, and saw that Murphy was about to pounce on the revolutionary committee to take charge of the military, but it was too late, and the first bullet casings on the opposite rooftop had been intimately disarmed with the slate. With the soft sound of the dinging blade, the second bullet came out of the chamber again.

When the French major in the front of the camera, who was in a straight military uniform and had countless guards around him, was hit by a bullet in the front door, cut off half of his face and finally fell into the arms of the guards, an exciting bloodthirsty feeling instantly crawled all over Ao Hua's body. It just feels like it's on fire. Exciting push into the third bullet again!

The people in the town hall were crazy, especially Snead, who had just come down from the upper floors and saw Murphy hit by a bullet and half of his head blown open. I was so frightened that I sat down on the stairs.

is like a basin of ice water, extinguishing the pride and satisfaction in an instant, but when he was about to succeed, he saw a good assistant being shot in front of him, and it was such a tragic situation! Sneijder is already cold with his hands and feet!

Ao Hua likes to watch this kind of picture, and one person and one shot can make the enemy panic. Let the enemy be heard! This is the high level of a sniper.

The sound of gunfire is crisp. One after another! It is neither coherent nor dense, and it seems lonely compared to the surroundings, but this kind of loneliness makes everyone's hair stand upside down, and looking at the open door is like seeing the big mouth of death, and entering and exiting the dilemma.

Twenty minutes, almost!

After firing four five-round magazines in a row, Ao Hua looked at his watch, then picked up the shells under the cover of his partner, packed up his sniper rifle, and quietly disappeared into the chaotic city when the enemy found themselves gathering here.

On the edge of Porto's city, a convoy of three cars sped towards the outskirts of the night, and Poincar, who was sitting in the back seat, turned his head and looked behind him from time to time, and the image of the flames made his heart ache suddenly.

On both sides of the car window, a large number of Bordeaux citizens, awakened by the explosion and gunfire, had just opened the door to see what was going on, when they were carried out by refugees fleeing from the center of the city and rushing to the outskirts.

Rumors abound, some people say that the Chinese repeated the scene of Albuquerque in the United States, allowing soldiers to fall from the sky and hit the heart of France directly. It is also said that the Germans are coming, and their tanks and machine guns are firing wildly around the city. It is said that a revolution broke out, and that the scene of the Russian Soviet Revolution will be repeated on French soil!

No one knows what's going on, everyone is running away, just wanting to get away from the city and the country

The captain of the guard drove the car himself, and the crowd in front of him had already made him sweat profusely, and the horn had hardly stopped, but at this moment, who else would avoid these three cars without any signs, as for the few remaining guards, their hearts were hanging in their throats, carefully observing the window for any suspicious people.

"Sir!"

Just as everyone was hurrying to the outskirts, the crowd in front suddenly became crowded, and they saw that this section of the road, which was unobstructed yesterday, had been set up with checkpoints, and two trucks full of soldiers had been blocked in front.

"Damn it. What to do? ”

"Rush over there."

"No, look there, they have machine guns!"

A long wooden fence stretched across the middle of the road, and two heavy machine guns poked out from behind the sandbags next to it, and it would be nice to see if this position could force its way through it without being sifted.

Seeing that the soldiers began to check the people out of the city one by one, Pengall and the others were already sweating profusely in a hurry.

When the soldiers in the distance pointed at the convoy, the captain of the guard finally couldn't help it. Hurriedly suggested: "It's been discovered!" Mr. President, you get out of the car and leave, and I'll lure them away."

"But."

"There's no time to delay!"

The captain of the guard turned sharply and pushed the car door, and was about to exit the car and blend into the crowd next to him, when two red tailflames suddenly emerged from the darkness in the distance.

"Concubine."

The loud explosion frightened both Poincarh and the captain of the guard to lower their heads, and by the time they looked up, they were already in chaos. In the shrill whistles, all they saw was that the machine-gun position, which they had just thought was impossible to force their way through, had been reduced to rubble. Bend over. Two gangsters rushed to the sentry post alternately. ,

"It's them. They're really coming..

Despite being also enemies. But at the moment when their lives were at stake, everyone temporarily left aside the hatred brought by the war, not to mention that people dared to go deep into the hinterland of Podol to rescue themselves, which in itself shows that France did not complain about the defeat of this battle.

When the great joy rushed to Poincarh and the others, the sudden exchange of fire also frightened the people who were about to flee out of the city, and the crowd that had just been squeezing forward began to flee frantically backwards like a low tide, and at this moment, the dense footsteps behind the convoy were also remembered, and the captain of the guard only saw hundreds of rebel soldiers swarming towards him in the distance.

"Damn it, get out of here!"

At the same time as the captain of the guard shouted loudly, he suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and the car suddenly rushed to the sentry post in front of him like an arrow from the string.

"Captain, they're coming!"

"Protect the convoy, the big pillar leads people to guard the left!"

"Shun, you're in charge of the right."

"Machine gun suppression!"

Seeing that the convoy finally appeared as promised, the Tiger Commando team under the leadership of Li Jishen immediately rushed to the sentry like a cheetah.

Despite the outnumbered numbers, the rebels were clearly stunned by the surprise attack, especially after the machine gun was taken out by two rockets at the beginning, which greatly reduced both morale and firepower.

The rebel soldiers were armed with French rifles compared to the mouth assault rifles commonly used by the Tigers. The speed and efficiency of the strikes are simply too slow. Often two or three assault rifles can suppress more than a squad.

At the same time, dozens of assault rifles drilled out of the darkness were combined, and the fire was simply fiercer than machine guns, and in the blink of an eye, the assault team broke through the sentry line. Under such heavy fire, the rebel soldiers, who were already low morale, could no longer control the convoy, and were beaten to the point that they began to retreat.

Li Jishen was the first to run to the side of the convoy, knocked on the window and opened it to look inside, and after taking out the photos and checking them, he finally breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, because the first target couple was sitting in the back seat, although they looked a little panicked, but they were safe.

"Mr. President, from now on, it will be up to us to guarantee your safety." The receptionist who has worked in the embassy in France for many years took on the liaison work and heard the French language proficiently. Poincaré nodded.

"Two dogs, you drive...

"Prepare to retreat!"

After the second dog who was shouted out of the guard team and sat in the driver's seat, several more commandos got into the car, watching their skillful action of shooting backwards with the open door, and the few remaining guards were suddenly eye-opening.

"Triangular nails....

"Call for planes to bomb here."

After the commandos first dropped a large number of triangular nails, they seized a French truck, and as the truck started, several dragon's tooth horizontal bombers, which had been circling in the sky, immediately entered the attack altitude.

Cluster bombs are a terrible weapon of mass destruction, although the Ministry of Armament has not yet solved the technology of automatic separation of bomb casings. Cluster bombs are still rudimentary, like large bombs bundled with countless small shells, but they are not much less powerful.

As the Dragon's Tooth bomber flew over the street, three cluster bombs dispersed shortly after they broke away from their bellies, each containing an old bomblet. In order to increase the lethality rate, the shells of these small bombs are all specially made, and there is a sandwich filled with steel balls in the middle of the bomb shell and **.

U bomblets are equivalent to Q mm army shells. Raining down cannonballs, the streets flooded in the blink of an eye, and the sphirring steel balls and fragments turned into terrifying metal storm currents that swept through the mouth

From a distance, the streets crowded with people and soldiers seemed to bloom with countless flowers of flame, and the beauty and magnificence made the scalp tingle, but when the smoke cleared, those who survived found that the thousands of people gathered on the street about 2 kilometers long had almost all been hit by a metal storm, and the whole street was full of groaning and wriggling bodies that had lost their arms and thighs in pain.

Twenty minutes later, the team that had arrived to meet Foch and Vivianne finally converged, and the six large four-engine transport planes that had been circling for a long time began to land slowly under the protection of the Darto, Bumblebee, and Dragon's Tooth bombers.

"Mr. President, you will continue to leave!"

After the first transport plane successfully landed on the dirt temporary airport, Li Jishen turned around and saluted: "They are coming soon, we can't delay time!" ”

The distant explosions and firefights seemed to urge everyone to step up, and both Poincaré and Foch, who had seen such a large metal transport plane for the first time, were attracted to it, and as the hatch opened, Poincaré was the first to board the transport plane with the support of the crew.

The engine roared again, and as the two supporting Hornet fighters passed by at high speed, the transport plane finally slowly left the runway under the anxious gaze of everyone.

The pilot seemed to know the French president's mood, and after making a circle over Porto, he flew in the direction of the Mediterranean, looking at the city below that was burning like a lava flow. Poincaré sighed deeply!

In the early morning of March 16, 1918, serious riots broke out in Porto, France, and the seat of the French Provisional Government was occupied by rebels.

I had something to do last night. I forgot to take a leave of absence, sorry!

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