C3258 superior and inferior judgement

This was a battle that Thiers could not take the initiative to win, because from the beginning to end, he did not have the courage to fight!

Yes, the France that he had re-established was not willing to fight with his compatriots from the very beginning. Especially the soldiers from the south, they sympathized with the poor from the bottom of their hearts.

All the poor people in the world were one family. Some of them were rich soldiers, while the young masters of the rich families were officers even when they started out as soldiers. It was impossible for them to become a soldier with a head!

These workers, farmers, herdsmen and artisans from the villages and cities of the south of France had the same living environment as the members of the Paris Commune.

They knew that the taste of hunger was terrible. They had seen their loved ones die from lack of money to buy medicine, and they could empathize with the suffering of the orphans on the streets!

The brain-dead aristocrat capitalists, how they bullied and bullied them. They would remember the ugly face when the loan sharks forcefully took over the rent with their entire lives!

Poverty was a form of suffering. There was no cure!

Why did his own people want to kill his own people? Looking at those familiar faces, wasn't that the same as his own parents, family, childhood friends …? Why did he have to do it!

Perhaps the remaining one-third of the former Paris garrison soldiers still harbored some hatred in their hearts, but unfortunately, they were not the main force of this team.

As for the army that had lost the most, they were discarded by Thiers as useless objects. The ones that remained were a bunch of cowards that had lost the battle.

Such a source structure meant that they would not put in effort. The whole battle was just like a farce!

In the end, Thiers still arrived at the military camp near the Bourbon's palace with the protection of the heavy soldiers. Looking at the frightened gazes of the soldiers, he looked at the porridge in the pot of clear water, and then heard the wails of the wounded soldiers …

Just as Thiers was about to say a few words to boost his morale, suddenly, a burst of gunshots came from not too far away.

"Protect the President!" The guards couldn't care less about the President's image as they threw Thiers to the ground, bullets whizzing past their heads.

Pulling and dragging, Thiers was finally somewhat safe as he was escorted into the brick military camp.

Seeing that the president was leading the charge, the soldiers in the military base resisted with more ferocity. The soldiers raked the fences in the direction of the ambushers and even fired off cannons!

After a short moment of disturbance, the guerrillas quickly disappeared into the darkness, causing Thiers to clap the table angrily, "Why aren't you retaliating!? "Why don't you charge out and kill them all …"

General Su Sibiye shook her head and said, "They are not the main force of the enemy. The reason they are attacking us is to prevent our soldiers from sleeping."

"A furious counterattack has fallen into their trap!" If the soldiers don't get a good rest, there's no way to fight tomorrow … "

"Then tell me, how should I win this battle? Since General Le Kongte died in battle, are you afraid too? "

Su Sibiye retreated half a step before standing straight and saluting, "President, I can die on the battlefield at any time, but for a battle where there is no hope of victory, I don't want to die for nothing!"

"Death must have its meaning!"

The President wanted to scold him angrily, but the Guard Captain by his side whispered to him, "One hour ago, General Su Sibiye personally formed a team and attacked the dangerous place two blocks away from the Vendome Square …"

"In the end, he used more than sixty captives from the commune to exchange for the old general's corpse!"

"Please give the general some face!"

Hearing these words, Thiers finally suppressed his anger: "General Le Kongte's corpse is back?"

"Yes, I am very powerless and am unable to break through Vendome Square … I have no choice but to use the captives to exchange for it! "

"Don't blame yourself, you did the right thing …" General Le Kongte had died for the nation, his corpse could no longer be disgraced! Let me take a look! "

At this time, the general's body was already inside a coffin, but the coffin had not been closed. Le Kongte's body had also been cleaned up and replaced with a brand-new military uniform, wiping away the blood stains.

Thiers was indeed a politician of the Performance Department, seeing the old general's corpse made him immediately cry bitterly. France won't forget about you if you die for my country! "

"Bring me the flag..." I want to personally cover the general with our tricolor flag! "

The night wind was biting cold, and the flag was fluttering in the President's hands. The soldiers were all watching with serious expressions, but just as the President was shaking the flag, there was a sudden rustling sound of paper being rolled in the night sky.

The commune's flyers flew out from who knows where and spattered all over the president's body. There were even countless flyers that were rolled up inside the flag.

Thiers could no longer continue acting, this damned war had exhausted all of his patience!

"What is this? How could there be a traitor's flyer in the military camp? Tell me, what is this? "

The location of the coffin was at the heart of the military camp. It was very far from the walls and fences, and the flyers outside couldn't fly in. This meant that there must have been these illegal flyers in the military camp.

"General Su Sibiye! Is that how you govern the army? "

"Don't sleep tonight! "Capture all the enemy spies and cowards in the army, including those who sympathize with the enemy …"

"We need to clean up this mess. Otherwise, we won't be able to continue this battle!"

The roar of the president came from the military camp. In the dirty sewer, a few orphans in Paris ran back excitedly. They were left with a midnight snack tonight, as well as the grilled sausages they dreamed of eating!

After running for who knows how long, the orphans climbed up the ladder to the sewer and opened the sewer's cover. Before the children could see clearly, a pair of large hands had pulled them out.

"Hahaha …" Greedy Cat, how did you do? "Come, come, drink a mouthful of wine …"

"Get out of my way, you dirty bastard. How can a kid drink?" The skillet auntie gave the drunkard a kick and passionately hugged and kissed the children.

"Let's go, I have roasted sausages for you guys to keep …"

This was the core region of the Paris Commune, the supply warehouse of the Montmartre plateau. Tonight, the dinner counter was in the flowing water, and all the troops that were rotated from the battlefield could enjoy dinner to their heart's content.

The commune prepared the most sumptuous meal for today's victory. Everyone was celebrating today's victory!

The drunk switchman jumped onto the crate, a giant beer glass in his hand. "Comrades!" Cheers! For today's victory! "

"Long live the commune! Long live the victory! " People were merrily pouring a glass of beer down their throats, and everyone was humming happily.

The orphans of the mission were all dumbfounded. Ever since the outbreak of the Franco-Prussian War, they had never eaten such a good thing!