The scorching heat of '48 was particularly difficult for people and animals in Paris, and in normal years, the dock workers would occasionally sprinkle some crumbs to feed to seagulls and pigeons when they still had black bread to eat.

(Located in Paris, the capital of France, it is the confluence of the Seine and Marne rivers and a must for seagulls to migrate.) ）

However, at this time, not to mention the seagulls, pigeons, and even the rats on the docks were gone.

Not only humans and animals, but also plant leaves are clearly affected.

In the docks' warehouse, several caretakers were almost steamed from the heat from the mountains of grain.

"Now that food is so expensive, why doesn't the boss make a move?"

"There's no way, there are always a few parliamentarians who are messing around and learning from the Austrians to make a price limit order."

"Grandma's unfreedom is so bad that we have to sell it on the black market at night."

"Don't worry, those big guys are more anxious than us. We're just eating for the few."

The city was full of demonstrative crowds, daily strikes, all kinds of street speeches, all kinds of leaflets, curses against the rich and cries of hunger filled the streets.

The gendarmes and police were busy all day long, and the guards stood in front of the government gates, and the homes of officials and wealthy businessmen were also full of guards and bodyguards.

Children gather in front doors of newspaper offices and alleys waiting for business to come to their doors, and pickpockets, prostitutes, and beggars crawl all over the world's capital.

The big villas in Xicheng District are still like spring all year round, and the expensive mechanical fans are constantly rotating all day long, but there is no laughter and laughter in the past.

Everyone sensed an unusual atmosphere, and a large number of noble ladies left Paris with their children and possessions and sailed to London or New York.

In a three-story hotel with a direct view of the city and the royal palace, some people are hurrying to carry their luggage, and some people are preparing to hang themselves.

In a room on the third floor, Tocqueville was praying, he had had enough, he really didn't want to come again.

On the rooftop, two bearded men talk about the future while enjoying ham and beer brought from their hometowns.

They all want to witness the miracle happen, but they have a more important mission to complete, so they can only choose to stand by and watch.

Just a few days ago, the government of the French Second Republic issued a new law aimed at the crowds of marchers and demonstrators, and any one of them carried a weapon.

Weapons include: guns, artillery, explosives, swords, spears, sticks.

Any crowd that participates in an armed march is punished with penalties ranging from two weeks to twenty years.

In the face of the menacing population, the parliament of the Second French Republic passed a bill of compulsory conscription, and they first recruited young people aged 20-25 from the parades, and then 26-30 years old.

This would be less stressful to allocate conscription, and would not only weaken the marching procession, but also relieve pressure on the front.

However, the overwhelming war reports were full of news of the defeat of the French army, and no one wanted to send them to their deaths.

In the face of the police who had come to force the conscription, the marchers put up fierce resistance, and they chanted.

"It is better to die in Paris than to die by the Rhine."

This slogan is obviously not very powerful, and it is a bit awkward. Then someone shouted.

"Don't be a lackey of the aggressor, don't be an accomplice in the massacre of the people!"

Along with the news of the defeat, there was a wealth of evidence and testimony in Paris, and even secret letters from government officials proving that the French army and the French government were engaged in a deliberate campaign of massacre.

Naturally, the royal party would not give up this opportunity to summon the spirits of the Orleans and Bourbon dynasties, but unfortunately both sides lacked visionary leaders, and the French government did not intervene, and their own people fought first.

Finally, in the midst of the fight between the marchers and the police, a gun fell to the ground. The National Guard was the first to shoot at the marchers, but they clearly underestimated the courage of the people.

The angry crowd did not flinch, but rushed forward with a platoon of guns.

The battle was on the verge of breaking out, and riots broke out almost simultaneously in the Panthéon, the town square, and the Bastille, which spread rapidly.

Immediately after the demonstrators broke the National Guard, they began to attack the police station, and many police stations were ransacked, and then they piled all the tables, chairs, and furniture in the police station in the middle of the road, and the barricades were completed.

The insurgents quickly raised the banner of "freedom and bread" and threw their demands on paper.

These demands were similar: they all demanded the establishment of a democratic republic based on equality, fraternity, and freedom, universal suffrage, the enactment of labor laws, the withdrawal of troops from Paris, and the imprisonment of government officials headed by Bilfo.

At this time, Bilford collapsed in his office chair, and he already had the idea of self-destruction.

Billford couldn't imagine how things could turn out like this, and he wrote his resignation in a hurry, and then shoved it to Kafenjac.

"General, the future of France is entrusted to you!"

At first, Kafenjac was at a loss, but soon made up his mind, and he divided all the police, gendarmes, and national guards in Paris into three main armies to attack the barricades of the Panthéon, the Place Ville, and the Bastille.

Historically, Franz knew what Kafenjak was doing, and Franz knew what the rebels in Paris knew about, so they had already made a plan and waited for the arrival of the army.

Due to the early preparations of the insurgents, Kafenyak's forces suffered a series of setbacks at the beginning of the battle, when the parliamentarians, led by Arago, began to launch a psychological offensive against the insurgents.

"Why do you want to betray the Motherland! Lay down your arms, get out of the barricades, and return to your families! ”

An unnamed revolutionary retorted.

"Sir! You once fought with us in 1832! You taught us not to listen to the counsel of those who do not know what is in need!

But now you have no right to blame us! You have forgotten about hunger! You don't know what poverty is! ”

—From "History of the Second French Republic"

(French to English, English to Chinese, a certain song translation everyone understands.) ）

But the militia was a militia after all, and Franz failed to solve one of the biggest failures of the uprising, which was the lack of unified leadership and command.

Immediately after the initial setback, Kafenak changed his tactics and began to concentrate his forces to break through each and mobilize artillery to open the way.

The scene on the rue Saint-Denis best illustrates the ferocity of this uprising, which was quickly depleted by the army of Kafenjak and the leaders of the rue Saint-Denis decided to lead the group out of the way.

The leader had just been shot and fell down after breaking out of the barricade, and while he was still struggling to hold on to the flagpole before he died, a young woman took the flag in his hand and continued to rush forward.

Just before she had gone a few steps before she was hit in the forehead by a bullet and fell straight down, another woman held the body of her comrade in one hand and threw a stone at the soldiers of the National Guard with the other.

But soon the woman was killed by a bullet, and the people followed suit, but the soldiers of the National Guard were not relentless.

When the smoke cleared, the broken tricolor finally fell