C3055 Confiscation of Paris

This outsider didn't know what kind of deal Xiao Letian and Blanqui had reached, but after Blanqui returned to the city, in the old tavern in Montmartre plateau, there was a secret meeting, and an extremely high level quarrel broke out.

The intensity of the argument wasn't very intense, but the level of the people participating in it was very high. The disciples who followed Blanqui, which was to say, the highest level Leader s, were all participating in this secret meeting.

After the meeting was over, everyone's faces were livid. However, what was strange was that everyone's eyes were filled with a restless glow.

It was on that day that the conflict in Paris intensified, and a bloody conflict broke out between the Workers' Movement and the capitalist middle classes.

The river was completely frozen. The temperature at night was almost -20 degrees Celsius!

The people who were lacking food and clothing died from the cold on a large scale. On the second day of Blanqui's return to the city, the morning corpse collecting team actually took away 423 corpses.

This was the most freezing day of the entire winter. The entire city was in an uproar as everyone looked at the corpses that were dragged in the snow on the streets. A look of despair appeared on the faces of everyone who could not see what was happening.

The emergency meeting of the Paris Commune vowed to put an end to such a painful price, and passed the Material Placement Order by a full vote of votes at the meeting. In the order, they publicly announced for the first time that all the property in Paris would have to be publicly owned in order to resist the cold winter of 1870.

This time, all the rich people in Paris went crazy. Although there had been a consolidation of resources in the past, it had never reached the point where it could be written on black and white.

Trochu raged, it was illegal for him to issue orders to the entire city to the commune, and he reiterated that private property was sacred and inviolable!

What is the legal basis for the survival of the bourgeoisie? In the end, it was the sacred inviolability of private property. The British had long since shouted out the arrogant slogan 'My house, the wind can enter, the rain can enter, but the king cannot enter'.

Britain's royal family also acquiesced in the existence of such a slogan, and it was this protection of capital that allowed the capitalist economy to develop.

Right now, the actions of the commune had completely exceeded Interim Government's tolerance limit!

You say that because of the war you confiscated the food of the rich and robbed the rest of the clothes, and that fifteen francs and thirty francs of these little pawns were given back to the poor.

He could bear with all of this. After all, this was a difficult country. No one would pretend not to see it!

But when you ask, in black and white, for all the property to be distributed equally and for all Paris to be confiscated of the mosquitoes, you have dug up the roots of the capitalists.

This is absolutely intolerable to all capitalists, not even to a wound, and you can't say anything about the special circumstances of the war and the cold winter.

There was a precedent for the first time, and there would be a second time. This opening absolutely could not be opened!

Trochu ordered the entire army to be on high alert, and those capitalists that had long had enough of bearing with it also gave up on their final compromise, ready to fight to the death with the commune.

The gunfire finally began, a desperate rich man guarding his last villa. He had finally chosen to fight violently in order to protect his property.

As long as they saw blood, they would lose all their humanity, and National Guard would immediately retaliate!

"Fire …" Kill him! It is these emperors' lackeys and bloodthirsty and corrupt nobles who have caused the motherland to become like this! "

"If you want to steal my house, then step over my dead body …"

Pah pah pah … Before the fallen nobles could finish shouting, the young soldiers of National Guard all pulled the triggers. The bullets struck the nobles' chests, and their bodies started to spin and tremble.

The gold-plated silver hunting rifle fell to the ground, and the women and children kneeled down on the ground, screaming hysterically. The soldiers of the commune rushed in like wolves, their leather boots stepping on the corpses and blood puddles on the ground, staining the entire hall with blood.

"Divide up the houses and confiscate them, arrange for the citizens to move in …" God, this guy has so many gold coins in his bedroom closet! "

"A nation is in trouble. They only care about their own interests, they're all in the public domain …"

The last stash of wealth in the closet, the gilt candlesticks on the walls, the Chinese porcelain imported from the Ming dynasty, everything of value was plundered.

The women and children of the nobility were escorted to the carriages, where they were to be assembled and put in charge of the warehouses where Raoul was to be found. Rigaud's men were 'enthusiastically entertained' and believed that, under their hospitality, the properties that the family eventually hid would be discovered one by one.

Raoul Greer, who commanded the National Guard in the street to carry out his command. "Warriors of the commune, do not be deceived by the weeping of these aristocratic capitalists!"

"All the weakness they have right now is an act! They drank so much of the people's blood, shouldn't they spit it out in times of trouble? "

"Capture everyone who doesn't accept the order. Capture all those who dare to resist!"

"So what if it's an injustice?" By killing his family of three, he could at least keep a hundred citizens alive! Three dead or a hundred dead? How should we choose?! "

War, Revolution... Sometimes, it was just a cold and merciless math problem!

The property of a middle-class family would definitely be able to support a hundred citizens through the winter. The wealth of a wealthy capitalist or a noble would be able to protect thousands of poor citizens from starving to death.

"This is a just cause for us. Even if one thousand people die, we can save one hundred thousand people!"

"For the sake of being big, you have to sacrifice me! If you are unwilling to sacrifice yourself, then don't blame us for taking action! "

As the violence grew more and more intense in the city, the rich people who were fleeing began to gather around the garrison unit's army camp, praying for the defense government to provide protection.

Trochu knew that the conflict had escalated to an irreconcilable stage, he couldn't just sit by and watch the thugs trample the law!

The red-eyed old general stood at the top floor of the Bourbon's palace, looking at the chaos in the city as he tightly clenched his fists. "You forced me to do this …"

"Pass my order, garrison unit will immediately go out on the streets to suppress the thugs!"

"At the same time, they are also generating electricity for the Versailles. Just say that I agree to negotiate with Prime Minister Bismark … Would he please stop the bombardment and attacks on Paris from now on? "

"Just tell the Prime Minister that the thugs are challenging the very foundations of European civilization! This is no longer the public enemy of the France, this is the public enemy of all of Europe! "

Boom! Boom! Boom! Suddenly, the sound of boots could be heard from the streets of Paris. Those rich men who had lost hope looked at the regular army rushing out of the barracks as hot tears welled up in their eyes.

"My God! Please save us! Punishing those thugs! Let them go to hell! "