The 11th arrondissement of Paris, this is the civilian district of Paris. The people who live here are the common people of Paris.

If you want to see the daily life of Parisians, then this is a great place to go.

This is a group of the oldest Parisians, many of whom also lived inside the house built by the grandfather of the grandfather.

Living together all year round keeps them closer to each other than Parisians elsewhere.

This kind of relationship is very similar to the old neighbors in Daming City for decades, or the old villagers who have lived in the village for several generations.

Because of this relationship, the parade has nothing to do with this place. The whole of Paris is out of order, but it's as quiet as ever.

The police patrol the streets on a limited basis, and when they meet acquaintances, they will smoke a cigarette and chat. Talking about nothing more than chaos elsewhere.

They are all glad that they live in District 11. But they were also worried, because the whole of Paris was in chaos, and the people of the 11th arrondissement could not go out to work.

The big guys are hoping that Paris will get better soon, and only when order is restored will everyone be able to live a good life.

After all, not everyone likes to talk about any kind of bullshit like to talk about rights.

Having bread at home and new clothes for the children is a matter of consideration.

The life of the family is not good, what bullshit rights are still talked about, and what obligations are there.

After five days of chaos in Paris, people finally thought of this pure land.

Fanatical students, as the vanguard, began to pour into the eleventh arrondissement. They stand on the stage and give passionate speeches, or they beat the trumpets in a mess.

More people walked through the streets with flags in a row. After countless feet were stepped on, the otherwise clean road was full of phlegm stains and garbage.

On individual street corners, there is a bubble of urine or a piece of that I don't know who left behind.

The civilians of District 11 looked at these intruders and dared not speak out, after all, there were too many people. Even the police could only watch from a distance, let alone the civilian population.

In addition to the ancient architecture, the old city is more popular with an underground order. In Daming, this kind of person has a common name called gangster. However, in the official statement, they are called the Black Society.

Over time, of course. These people who follow the underground order have also changed their faces with the times!

They have an even higher name, the union!

Assanzo, who was marching with the students, was at the front of the procession, when suddenly a group of strong men blocked their way.

"We are fighting for the freedom of the French, get out of the way!" One of the students shouted.

"Little trash fish! Dare to come to the 11th district to make trouble, get out! Get out of here now. The strong man pointed at the students and roared.

"Who are you?" Judging by the menacing expressions of these people on the other side, as well as the sticks and rattans in their hands, Assanzo felt that these people were in trouble.

Elsewhere, such thugs would not dare to compete with such a large marcher. Unexpectedly, on the first day I came to District 11 today, I was stopped on my way.

There are 10,000 people behind him, and they dare to block the road, and they are tired of being crooked.

"District 11 Union!" The strong man at the head raised his chin and looked at Assanzo and said arrogantly.

"We are for freedom, for the ...... of France!" Before Assanzo could finish speaking, a stick was whipped on his head.

The rest of the words were swallowed in his stomach, and Assanzo fell to the ground like a stake.

"Beat them up!" The strong man at the head roared, and the strong men behind him immediately swarmed up.

These strong men all carried sticks in their hands, and some even carried rattans specifically. This rattan is specially soaked in water overnight, and the soaked rattan is more flexible.

As long as this rattan is drawn on the body, the skin will be torn open. The biggest advantage of this thing is that it does not cause death, and people are whipped to the flesh.

It looks scary, but it doesn't hurt fatally.

It is for this reason that rattan has become the only way for the black to teach disobedient people.

These strong men who called themselves union unions were obviously prepared, and the sticks and rattans in their hands greeted the students and the marchers fiercely, until the marchers cried wolf howls with their heads in their hands.

Although there were many people marching, the main force was the students. There are also a small number of people who take money, and more ordinary citizens who are agitated to the streets to fight tyranny.

These people, where will these gangsters fight in the streets all day long.

The people of District 11 saw that these people were being taught a lesson, and many people also came out to help. They resented the marchers, disturbed the peace and quiet of the 11th arrondissement, and made the clean environment of the 11th arrondissement.

On both sides of the street, many people rushed out. They carried all sorts of weapons in their hands, including sticks to poke the fireplace, cloths to mop the floor, and brooms to sweep the floor.

There were old people, there were children, and even strong women.

The procession was surrounded by two groups of people, and the procession became even more chaotic.

Everywhere were people who were beaten and rolled and wailed for mercy, and many more were clinging to their heads. It's like a mouse seeing a cat, and it's hiding in all directions.

But after all, they are not the natives of District 11, and they don't know the terrain of District 11 at all.

A group of people were stuck in a cul-de-sac by the thugs and the citizens of District 11.

What was once a secluded street corner immediately became a hell on earth.

"Dear Marshal Mula, I have fulfilled my promise. This afternoon, members of the 11th district trade union attacked the march.

They taught the mob a profound lesson, and I think they will never dare to go out on the streets again. ”

Under the flickering light, Rothfield smoked a cigar. Opposite him, sat the Marshal of the French Empire, Mila.

Both men held blood-red wine in their hands, and it was dark outside the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows.

The well-decorated room is very spacious, with high ceilings and shiny floors. The two of them sat here, and it even felt a little empty.

"Excellent! What the Empire will not forget, our previous agreements are still valid.

His Majesty the Emperor was also extremely dissatisfied with the Ming people this time, but because the Ming was still very strong, he temporarily swallowed this breath.

But this is all temporary, with the character of His Majesty the Emperor, he will fight back sooner or later. At that time, it was time to drive the Ming forces out of Europe in one fell swoop. ”

Mula glanced out the window, dozens of kilometers away in Paris, and now it was in a rage. Although she couldn't see it, she seemed to feel the anger of the rioting crowd.

"Great!

Europe is the Europe of Europeans, the Europe of whites. It's not the place where the Yellow Peril from the East is wild!

Think about what the Orientals have brought to the white world!

How many Europeans died in the expedition of Genghis Khan and his descendants, and the Black Death caused by the Mongols, which killed tens of millions of Europeans.

After three hundred years, the Ming people of the East came again.

This time, they brought an even bigger disaster.

They sold arms and deliberately suppressed the politics, economy, and culture of Europeans.

In order to sell more arms, they will even provoke wars. In the last major war in Europe, France and Prussia, as well as Britain and other countries, lost more than 7 million lives.

Many more are disabled, children are orphaned, and the elderly have no one to support them. Women, on the other hand, become prostitutes.

And last time, the Ming people started a war. Dismember a powerful Russia!

France and Prussia became executioners!

So next time, who will Daming's spearhead be pointed at? France? Prussia? Or England, Spain!

What the Ming Dynasty brought to Europe was war, death, and destruction.

We can no longer allow this to happen, although the Hebrews are not indigenous Europeans.

But we are also Caucasian, and we want to contribute our strength to the white world.

Marshal Mula, the Hebrew League chose to help France. Not for commercial gain, but to drive out the source of Europe's troubles.

Let Europe, be the Europe of Europeans once and for all.

A united Europe is so strong that we can compete with the Ming all over the world. Eventually, we will defeat the Yellow Peril in the East.

Hold them to death in their old land, and let them experience war, death, and destruction.

We want to destroy their civilization, we want to make them slaves to Europeans. ”

Old Rothfeld said that Mula's blood was burning.

Mula was the most opposed to the Ming Dynasty among the French aristocracy.

Even during the honeymoon period between the Ming and France, Mula had no good feelings for the Ming people. For this, he was also once reprimanded by Napoleon.

Da Ming has also stumbled several times in secret. On several occasions, Mula was imprisoned by Napoleon.

But in the end, as Napoleon's brother-in-law, Mula still retained his rights. Since then, he has hated the Ming people more and more, and hated everything in the Ming Dynasty.

Except, of course, the advanced weaponry of the Ming Dynasty.

There is no soldier who does not like advanced weapons.

"I've said a long time ago that those yellow-skinned monkeys can't be trusted. Look at what they've done since they came to Europe.

They provoked the war between France and Europe. Poor Napoleon, for those weapons of the Ming Dynasty, even sold the equity of the Suez Canal.

What a price France paid for that canal, but it was still betrayed again and again by Joseph's bastard.

The Ming controlled the commerce of France and even the whole of Europe. Every year, the banks make a lot of profits from us in Europe.

The Ming people are vampires, they are sucking the blood of us in France, and even in the whole of Europe. Mula drained her glass of wine and stood up and roared as she walked.

"Bring me a whiskey!" Mula needed more wine, as if that would quench the fire in his heart.

He wanted to rush into Paris with his soldiers and arrest all those bastard boys. Then the platoon stands and shoots!

He also claims to be an intellectual, and he doesn't even know that he was used as a gun!

Bah!

Soon, the elder Rothschild handed over a glass of wine: "This is agave from the Caribbean, and it is a wine made from pirate drums."

Stronger than rum, I think you need this right now. ”

"Excellent! I need this. "Mula turned out to be tequila, and took a sip.

Immediately feel the burning sensation slip from the throat all the way to the stomach inside. After only one sip, it was like a fire burning in my stomach.

The flame in his chest was not only not extinguished, but even hotter.

"Oh! Not bad. Mula glanced appreciatively at old Rothschild.

"I've received a tip-off from an undercover agent among the students, and the students are going to District 11 to take revenge.

My people even found out that many of them had weapons on them. Tomorrow they go to the eleventh district, and there is a high probability that there will be bloodshed. Rothschild Sr. said as he took a puff on his cigar.

"It's not possible but it's certain, bloodshed is bound to happen." Mi stretched out his hand to summon his retinue.

"Let Major Nord send people in to help those students and create some bloodshed." Mula smiled knowingly.

"As long as there is large-scale bloodshed, there is a reason for the army to intervene. The chaos in Paris could not go any further. Old Rothschild also stood up and paced to the edge of the floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall, looking at the swarthy world outside.

While the elder Rothschild was meeting with Miura, Jean Arnaud, with a few of his students, was also meeting with Zheng Sen and Tanakawa Nanazaemon.

"I've heard about the conflict in District 11, and I've heard that you're going to take revenge tomorrow?" Zheng Sen asked Jean Arnaud as he drank his coffee.

The continuous work made Zheng Sen, who has always been energetic, feel a little tired. Now, he has to rely on coffee to refresh himself.

"Yes! They wounded many of us, some of us are still badly wounded. Jean Arnaud nodded.

"Mr. Jean Arnaud, we have to fight. But the struggle must be peaceful, unless the other side sends troops.

If there is a riot, it will be difficult for Daming to continue to support you. After all, you are in conflict with the citizens.

There is no reason why you have asked for your life on behalf of the citizens, and in the end you have been resisted by the citizens. This cannot be justified anywhere, and I am afraid that international public opinion will not be justified either.

If you want to continue to fight for the rights of the French people, you must ensure that the marches and demonstrations are peaceful. ”

Zheng Sen's tone was firm!

What happened in Paris this time is like a beacon in Europe. Zheng Sen doesn't want things to go to civil war too soon!

Warriors! Anger also, first anger and then courage.

Even if there is a civil war in the future, it will have to be enough anger among the students and the citizens who have been inspired.

As long as Paris succeeds this time, it can be replicated in Berlin, London, Madrid, and Rome in the future.

The magnates of Europe as a whole will also tremble.

Because as long as the Ming Dynasty spends a little money at will, he can disrupt the order of a country.

There is no ruler who is not afraid!

"But our people were wounded, and they were ......!" A student leader said.

Tagawa Nanazaemon stretched out his hand to stop him from continuing, and instead took out a photograph.

"This is Daming's latest technology, called camera. You can keep the moment it happened!

The man in the photo is the one who took the lead, called LeBron. He was a well-known member of the Black Society in District 14 and was not a member of the trade union at all.

You just have to catch him and let him tell the truth to the whole of Paris. So......! ”