The huge change of the sky and the earth collapsed, and the entire France had become a vacuum of power. The big cover of the French Emperor was suddenly overturned, and these forces that were suppressed in the past suddenly rolled up storms.

Launching a coup is not an easy task. It is a very complex and huge project, or even a fine science.

People who don’t understand the tricks only know how to fight, kill, go to the streets to shout, even smash, loot and burn. People like this are destined to be victims of the revolution.

That's all the so-called cannon fodder!

The true top figures are all staring at the key nodes of power, and many plans have been made long ago.

Blankey's whole spirit was full of excitement, and at that moment all his hair seemed to be glowing!

"Sharley Longge, Louis Michelle... You two quickly resumed printing work in all our newspapers and immediately moved from underground to sunshine. Now no one can stop us from promoting..."

"At the same time, Michelle, you have to negotiate with all the newspapers in Paris to get the most pages for us..."

"The army is the top priority, Vallan... You should immediately take the Workers' Self-Defense Force to find General Troxu, and you must invite him respectfully to our camp..."

"Duval... immediately set off our National Self-Defense Forces and let them take over all the arms warehouses immediately! Especially cannons, especially cannons..."

"You have also seen this Franco-Prussian War. The Prussians achieved such a fierce victory with cannons. We must not let go of the power of the God of War!"

"According to our established plan, we seize all the material warehouses in advance... We now have 300,000 people, and only 180,000 enemies! We will definitely succeed..."

"Yes, yes, yes..." One after another, the leaders of the workers' movement received the order to move quickly. These were all previews of the actions many times in advance. What they missed was the opportunity in front of them.

Blankey clenched his fists and let go of his fists, then clenched his fists and let go of them... He kept relieving his psychological tension.

"There are also police forces...and the police forces...how do we control them, how do we control them..."

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in the corner, "Teacher, leave this task to me, I have a way to control the police in all Paris!"

"Raoul Rigao? Yes... You have a lot of experience in fighting the police. It is most suitable for you to do this... How many people do you want?"

"Just give me a hundred people!"

"One hundred people? How can this be done?"

"Hahaha... It's very simple. I have a way to deal with those guys!"

One hundred core members of the Workers' Self-Defense Forces protected Raoul Ligao and disappeared on the street.

Newspapers are the throat, the army is a violent organization, material warehouses provide money and food, police agencies provide control... what else is missing, what exactly is missing...

"Damn it, I'm so old, I forgot the first mission, Parliament!"

"Immediately organize citizens to surround the parliament and immediately head towards the Palace of Duille! We must let the whole of Paris hear us... During the reconstruction of the parliament, we must get the most seats!"

"Send a thousand men to attack the prison and rescue all our imprisoned comrades, especially Rochefort, who must enter the parliament..."

Blankey grabbed his hat and put it on his head. He pushed the tavern away. At this moment, the streets were filled with excited people, and the workers who supported him were already fanatical.

Blankey raised his hat and shouted, "Brothers and sisters of the proletariat! The empire has collapsed, and the emperor has become a prisoner!"

"The era that belongs to us is about to begin. Now... let us march towards victory, towards parliament, towards the Palace of Duille, and we must take back the rights that should belong to us!"

"Long live!" The crowd suddenly felt jubilant, and the bucket that had been suppressed for a long time was finally ignited!

Paris was completely in a rage. Bronge walked on the street with his supporters holding his head high. This time no police or military police dared to stop him. Even the plainclothes who were surveillance had no idea where they ran.

There were crowds running wildly everywhere on the streets and alleys, and they pulled their throats to send the latest news all over the city.

"Napoleon III surrendered...the French Emperor was defeated!"

"The empire has collapsed... all 100,000 troops have been captured!"

“Citizens organized…to go to the streets…to rebuild our government!”

All the doors and windows were opened, and the people with different expressions were on their faces. Looking around, the whole city was already shrouded in an excited mood.

A stream of people surged out of almost every alley, and they walked towards the center of Paris. Before Blancine arrived, the pioneers had arrived at the Palace of Duille.

The Duille Garden was filled with angry crowds. The palace guards with guns outside the iron fence had no idea what was going on. They were foolishly sticking to their posts.

"Idiot! The Emperor has surrendered... Queen Eugenie has escaped, why are you still staying here...

"Roar in, rush into the Duille Palace...burn the national flag!"

The angry people grabbed the cast iron patterned railing and began to shake desperately, and more workers even began to push the iron door and make a harsh collision sound.

The soldiers behind the Iron Gate were already silly. They could not tell whether it was true or false, but they knew that the queen had gone to Versailles this morning.

"Open the door...you are also children of France. The despicable Bonaparte family has abandoned you. Haven't you awakened yet?"

In the end, the imperial guards guarding the palace did not dare to shoot. They heard a loud bang from the iron gate, and half of the door was pushed, and thousands of citizens flocked in to rush the soldiers to pieces.

"What should we do? Sir, what should we do..." the soldier roared in despair among the crowd.

"Damn... retreat to the duty room... wait for the latest order... God, is there any newest order? Who should we listen to!"

The magnificent Palace of Duille is the old nest of the Bonaparte family. After two generations of emperors, it has become the most luxurious palace in France.

There is a gilt light everywhere, the wall lights on the wall are all gilded, and the crystal chandeliers on the ceiling are carefully crafted by Italian handicraft masters.

The murals on the ceiling are endless, and the oil paintings and sculptures on the walls are all works by famous Renaissance masters.

Of course, there are more portraits of the Bonaparte family here, huge oil paintings of the two generations of emperors hung on the wall, and people even saw the precious Napoleon crowning picture.

"This is all the dregs of the feudal emperor, which smashed him..." At that time, a crazy citizen picked up the ink bottle and was about to smash it on the oil painting.

A middle-aged man in glasses in the crowd screamed in fear and grabbed his hand in an instant!

"Are you crazy? Art has no borders and no distinction between enemies and me... This is a work of art, the wealth of the whole French people, and no one is allowed to destroy it!"
Chapter completed!