C2523 It had cost him his life!

With a "pa", a gunshot rang out!

The bullet that came out hit the tall worker's heart, causing blood to gush out like an arrow, spraying onto the big warhorse in front of him, stimulating it to sneeze.

The sound of gunfire instantly silenced the chaotic scene!

Everyone could not believe what they were seeing. The tall worker had his hands over his heart, and his eyes were filled with unwillingness. His knees gave out and he knelt on the ground, then his body leaned forward and he fell to the ground with a loud thump.

The surrounding policemen were also dumbfounded. They looked at the smoke emitting from the guns and shouted in disbelief, "Are you crazy? Who gave you the order to shoot? The orders of the superior is to forbid us from shooting, and if the situation is critical, we can only use batons! "

"Dammit, I don't even dare to use my saber, how did you dare to shoot?"

At this moment, all the workers present were enraged! After so many years, the cruel and bloody scene of suppression appeared before his eyes once more.

Ever since the French Revolution, in the past few decades, the working class had rebelled countless times in order to claim their rights, but those kings and nobles had continuously suppressed them with cruel and bloody methods.

Many seniors had died on the road of revolution. The road of revolution, paved with blood, had inspired generations of future generations!

Countless working class had used their own blood to buy this large parade of 250 thousand people today!

The peaceful demonstration this morning had already given everyone hope!

Everyone thought that Napoleon had bowed his head, the retreat of these policemen allowed them to see hope for a peaceful negotiation!

However, this gunshot shattered everyone's dreams. As it turned out, the ruling class would always have that face. After the conflict, they would still kill people!

The crowd suddenly let out a shrill scream, which pierced the sky and killed people! Napoleon III gave the order to kill again! A debt of blood shall be paid in blood, and the blood of brothers shall be paid in blood! "

At this point, people had forgotten where the conflict had come from. Their minds were filled with the hatred of the past. The workers who had gone crazy rushed up to them and started fighting back against the police.

Don't think that when the union leaders say they're not allowed to carry weapons, they really won't. The workers who have seen the ugly faces of the Parisian police don't believe these hypocrites for a long time.

More than half of the workers had weapons hidden in their pockets or in their boots. Sharp daggers, heavy iron hammers, and even greasy big wrenches were secretly brought out.

Earlier, everyone had only moved their fists and not their weapons, but now the police actually dared to shoot first, so they couldn't care less.

In an instant, countless cold weapons flashed past the battlefield, and a sharp dagger fiercely stabbed into the warhorse's neck.

The warhorse that was screaming miserably spat out blood and fell to the ground. The leg bone of the rider on the horse was crushed by the pressure and he miserably howled on the spot.

"I represent the working class, and the result is your life!" A heavy iron hammer smashed down heavily on the mounted police officer's head, causing his brain to be smashed out.

"Surround them! Surround them!" Surround all these damn cops. Do it! "Don't let a single one of them escape!"

The bloodthirsty instincts of humans were completely activated. As long as they saw blood in a conflict, they would all lose their minds. Seeing their friends lying in a pool of blood, the anger for revenge would burn in their hearts.

"Retreat! Our brothers, retreat!" The old police officer who was standing at the periphery shouted in anger, pulling out all his colleagues who were trapped in the enemy ranks one by one!

The mounted police in the crowd turned their horses around, desperately trying to squeeze out, but how could the warhorses in such a tight encirclement be so nimble? Very quickly, all the cavalrymen were pulled off their warhorses, turning into mincemeat under their punches and kicks.

"Bastard!" Bastard! Bastard! You're a bastard, who let you shoot? Look at how chaotic the situation has become! " The old policeman cursed loudly at the officer who had fired the shot.

"Wait, who are you? Which police station are you from? Why have I never met you? " The old policeman was very experienced, he could tell the problem at a glance.

He had worked in the Paris police force for nearly thirty years, and it could be said that all the police in the district, including those in the neighborhood, were familiar to him.

However, he had never seen the policeman who had fired that shot before. It was a completely unfamiliar face.

"I don't know you! "Just which police station are you from …" Unfortunately, before the old policeman could finish questioning him, the more than 100 crazy workers had already surrounded him.

"Don't let a single one of them escape! Blood shall be repaid in blood! " The angry roars of more than a hundred men overwhelmed the old policeman's doubts.

"My God! "Don't be like this, we've fallen into a trap. I know what happened …"

Unfortunately, before he could finish his words, a dagger stabbed into his left rib cage, interrupting his words. He painfully clutched at his ribs as dark red blood slowly flowed out from the gaps between his fingers.

At the end of his life, he looked at the policeman who had fired the gun and quickly ran into the alley. As he ran, he turned his head back and grinned.

The old policeman saw the disdain in the killer's eyes and finally understood what happened. However, it was too late. His vision went dark and his body fell heavily onto the ground.

At this moment, the hat that had been calling for help finally returned with a large group of people.

More than 300 workers were running behind him. All of them were enraged.

"Look, look!" "The police are slaughtering our workers. Which cavalrymen actually lift their sabers? Listen to the gunfire! There are police shooting!"

At this time, the police could no longer be bothered with the ban. In order to protect their own lives, the cavalry soldiers had drawn their sabers and the policemen with guns had pulled out their pendants.

Amidst the sounds of gunfire, one worker after another was knocked to the ground!

Slaughter! Without causing the working class to cower in the slightest, they stuck out their chests and pounced forward even more bravely!

"Death will never defeat our courage! On the road to revolution, I want to be the moth that pounced on the flames. Comrades! Forward! Charge up to avenge our brothers … "

The worker who was shot in the stomach used all his might to prop himself up. He raised his left hand high up and stretched it forward like a tiger claw. Even if he was shot, he wanted to continue fighting!

"Revenge!" Dear comrades, don't worry about me... Forward... Charge forward and take revenge! "

The snow-white saber pierced through the air, cutting off his throat. The blood sprayed onto the ground in a blinding red. This magnificent scene had completely infuriated the worker who had come to support him!

"Revenge!" Revenge! Revenge … "Kill these sons of bitches!" The cap man rushed up with the crazy workers. The two armies quickly converged and swallowed the remaining 40 policemen.

Like a huge wave crashing down a beach, the policemen who had not even managed to get out of the water quickly turned into small blood flowers amidst the waves of people.