C3244 Thiers who thought himself to be smart

"Do you know what a smart person does?" Xiao Letian asked.

"The biggest problem that smart people love to do is to pretend that they don't understand … Because they already think that they are smart people, so it's hard for them to say they don't know the word! "

"Coupled with the fact that these people have a nimble mind and are good at reading, their theoretical knowledge sets are excellent. This is the only reason why this saying of 'talking about military matters on paper' appears!"

"Oh Thiers, it's good to be in politics and conspiracy. But military? He's just a military idiot! "

"This sneak attack on the Paris Commune was wrong from the very beginning. He didn't understand anything at all, and he even went as far as to try to get the whole army together!"

"This is completely according to the book. I don't know how to adapt according to the actual situation!"

The Führer pointed at the chaos in Paris. "Look, the confrontation lasted until half past three in the morning, but it wasn't over yet. There was no shooting at all."

"Why? "That is because these soldiers do not wish to suppress the people!"

"The chaos in France is all over the place. The new army from the south has been brainwashed by all kinds of newspapers and underground publications!"

"Moreover, society has a huge gap between the rich and the poor. There are nobles, capitalists, monks … The various privileged classes have bullied them quite a bit, they themselves are full of sympathy for the Paris Commune! "

"In the eyes of these new southern troops, these people are all normal citizens of France like their siblings. They are all the same, filled with joy, anger, sorrow, and hatred!"

"Killing your compatriots? "Normal people really can't do it …"

"And the other part of this ambush formed by the soldiers assigned by the Paris garrison. Normally, these people would have had conflicts with the Paris Commune in the previous battles. They would have had enmity with them, so why didn't they shoot?"

"Thiers made another mistake. He self-righteously thought that the Paris garrison who had lost to the commune earlier were useless, that they were useless trash who had lost in battle, and that there was no morale at all!"

"Therefore, the new army that he formed has eliminated many units in the Paris garrison that had fought in the past!"

"The troops that were defeated by the Paris Commune began to move around in a formation. They were disrupted and they used scattered troops to enter the local garrison troops that were formed by the various provinces … "Maybe it's a break up of platoon after platoon, or maybe it's a break up of a class or even a break up into separate soldiers …"

"Foolish! Stupid, he never even thought about what war is! "

Xiao Letian said in a regretful tone, "War is the condensation of hatred. In war, morale is often anger, hatred, stupidity and extreme … "Wait for the negative emotions to gather!"

"How do we use soldiers to become a real High General? "Not only with food and money, but also with the high honor of learning how to use mourning soldiers, enmity soldiers, and barbarian soldiers …"

"How can you do that? Maybe in Thiers's heart, I changed into soldiers who have never lost before, gave them the best weapons and equipment, and increased their rewards.

"Haha, this is the difference between a major and us reckless students!"

"If we fight this war, I will gather the most injured troops in the Paris garrison and gather them together. Then, I will deliberately spread the hate, and use this army with fury filled with vengeance as a sharp knife, and the other new troops as support!"

"On the battlefield of fire and blood, there is no room for distractions. What we want is to kill with a face filled with blood!"

"It's a pity that Thiers treated this group of mourners as losers, and he even disassembled them and threw them away … Idiot, what a fool! There are many reasons for the defeat of the soldiers, and it is not the fault of the soldiers that France was defeated! "

"The fault lies with the big figures of a country, the fault lies with the elites of a country falling into chaos … Could it be that he was going to make ordinary soldiers carry the blame? "My head is really full of water!"

Those words had awoken everyone from their stupor. "That's right, that's exactly the way it is … Which one of us is not from the mountains of corpses and the seas of blood! "

"How many times have we used up all our bullets? We were all carrying broken bayonets and fighting the enemy with all our might!" And how many wars of reversal have we fought?! "

"What's there to fear if you fail? The rising army of the dead was the true elite! A soldier full of hatred would dare to be tied up with explosives and kill his enemies! "

"Thiers is a scholar using the army, and a scholar plotting against others …"

Everyone talked at once, and as time passed minute by minute, the situation in Paris became more and more chaotic.

"The so-called restraint is only temporary. Slaughter must begin after all …" "Let's see who fired the first shot. How did the blood come out. I really want to see it with my own eyes …"

If Xiao Letian personally lurked within the core of the conflict, he would realize that the current chaos had reached a ridiculous level.

Almost all the soldiers who sneaked an attack on the Montmartre plateau were discovered, the alarm bell woke up the citizens of the entire city, hundreds of thousands of citizens rushed onto the streets to confront the soldiers.

The most common form of attack was in the Parisian tongue, which was mixed with the scolding of various dialects. However, the well-informed citizens of Paris would never be at a disadvantage in a verbal battle.

The impassioned orator jumped onto the pillar of the gas lamp and, with the support of others, began to speak. He talked from the storm of the Great Revolution all the way to the reign of the Napoleon Empire.

The orators were like lotus flowers, vividly depicting the hardships of the poor citizens, the greed and malice of the privileged classes. One after another, historical and realistic stories were told, which were greeted with curses and cheers!

Most of these young people from the villages and towns of the South had never seen anything like this. They did not understand that in all the years of the revolution in Paris, it was as simple as eating to talk about ideas.

To be able to train one's mouth in this confused and disordered city of Paris, one's words were simply outrageous. All sorts of mental fornication and lofty slogans would be thrown at one's head.

And then with the example of life that you can't refute!

Are you poor? Are you living a miserable life? Are you compulsory? How much money does your family make in a day? If you are hurt, does anyone care?

The simplest thing is, have you ever been hungry, have you ever seen those rich and lustful people living?

This voice was full of spittle, and it almost made these Forces nouvelles soldiers from the countryside crippled. Their eyes even revealed a strange look.

What's more, the women had joined the battle, and the woman, with a waist like a bucket, was beating the soldiers' heads with a frying pan. "If you have the ability, you can step on my corpse!" Don't you kids have a conscience? "

"God is in heaven! Do you still want to kill me? Can you shoot your mother in front of her? Beast! "

Bang Bang Bang... When the frying pan hit the helmet, it was loud and beautiful, and those young and tender faces were completely black. They just didn't dare to retaliate!

"France belongs to the entire French people! Long live the people! Do not be the executioner of any tyrant! "

"The people are united!" On the tall building, Michelle was waving her France tricolor flag as a sharp roar pierced through the clouds. The thousands of citizens on the long street under her feet were shouting together.

"Long live the people! Long live the commune! "