"The veteran general is in a coma... the sir is in a coma! Call the doctor quickly, call the doctor..."

It’s really a blessing that never comes alone! It’s when the city is in chaos, and the only general who can control the entire city’s army fainted. Who can break the chaos at the moment?

In the 26-member committee, there were actually not many military leaders. Even Gan Bida could only control the newly established Southern Corps, and the others were civil servants.

Once Troxu was unconscious, no one else could order the 180,000 city garrison troops!

The veterans loyal to Trox carried the old general out and ran out. Everyone in the Capitol was alarmed. They gave up an alley and watched the old general being carried away.

The doomsday scene appeared in everyone's minds: "It's over, the Republic is really over!"

Even Trox was so angry that it only means that the enemy's propaganda is true. Bazan from Metz became a traitor!

"Treason! Damn bastard, why did France have a devil like you! Treason!"

There was a lot of curses in the entire Capitol, people rushed to their heads with blood indignation, their eyes were red!

Among them were the more excited young congressmen, kneeling on the ground and screaming like wild wolfs, "Bazan! Traitor!"

"Wuwuwu...we can win, we can really win...Ganbida gathered a legion in the south, we defended the city with our lives in Paris. As long as you persist, as long as you persist..."

"Even if it's a month, no, no...even if you only last for half a month, it's OK for a week. If you wait for the Southern Corps, how could they not save you...ah...woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

A wolf howling cry sounded in the Capitol, but the even more terrifying wave was still outside the Capitol!

The whole of Paris was completely crazy. Hundreds of thousands of citizens gathered on the streets. People shouted slogans to head towards the Bourbon Palace, and the protests along the way were overwhelming like a tide of full moon.

"Severely punish traitors! Shoot the criminals!"

"Attack the traitor from the National Defense Commission! Shoot the traitor!"

"Kill all the lackeys of the Emperor and kill all the royalists!"

The bloody slogans were trembling, and there were countless crying voices of passionate citizens!

The development of the situation is really dramatic. Yesterday, the good news of Orleans victory was just received. Before the bonfire that people celebrated was completely extinguished, the news of Metz's surrender came.

People's hearts cannot accept such a blow. As soon as they go up and down, they are like roller coasters. Once the people fall into hysterical emotions, they will become extremely crazy.

The furious citizens took to the streets under the instigation of countless fanatics. They began to march towards the Bourbon Palace, shouting the slogan of attacking all traitors, and they wanted to launch an attack on the temporary defense government.

I don’t know what happened, but as I walked, the slogan changed, ‘Long live the commune!’ This simple slogan suddenly filled the whole city.

At that moment, people didn’t know what to do to save the country. Anyway, everyone shouted long live the commune, so let’s shout it together!

This is also a special herd mentality, because your empire has not governed the country well, because your temporary national defense government has not governed the country well, then suddenly someone says that the commune can definitely govern it well.

This is not about choosing the best one, but about choosing the less bad one. The empire and the defense government have proved that they are bad with practical actions, so the last choice for the people is to follow the crowd.

In an instant, the commune became a life-saving straw in the hearts of all Parisians who could break through the difficulties and overcome the crisis. People raised their arms and shouted together to launch an march towards the Bourbon Palace.

The parades met several checkpoints of Paris garrison troops along the way. The frightened soldiers wanted to stop them, but they looked at the gun array of the National Self-Defense Forces opposite, and they hesitated.

The commander did not receive orders from his superiors, and they did not know how to deal with this sudden demonstration.

"Get out of the way! You are also children of France. Do you also want to let traitors traitors be allowed to be traitors? We want to clean up the traitors!"

"Get out of the way, or join us! Long live France! Long live the commune!"

A team of more than 10,000 people rushed towards the checkpoint of more than 100 people. The company commander was not a fool and quickly ordered to make way out!

The wooden antlers and sandbags were all moved away. The huge demonstration team walked past the checkpoint. The commander with a blue face signaled with his eyes. The soldiers under his hands slipped away quietly and began to meet up with the higher-level units.

In the chaos all over the city, in the absence of higher military orders, their best choice is to gather together and stand firm and wait for military orders!

The concessions of the regular army directly stimulated the fanaticism of these citizens. At this moment, they really felt that they were invincible. In just three or four hours, hundreds of thousands of citizens had gathered in the streets around Bourbon Palace, and more citizens were rushing over from afar.

All the members of the MPs with rich experience in fighting had long since escaped. These people had seen countless riots and demonstrations throughout their lives. When the news of Bazan's surrender came, and the moment Troxu was unconscious, the treacherous old members of the MPs began to pack up and slip away.

They knew very well that such a big change would definitely cause a huge wave of protests, and the newly formed republic could be said to be shaky.

Hundreds of thousands of citizens surrounded the Bourbon Palace. The slogan of Long Live the Commune was trembling, and terrified expressions appeared on the glass windows in the Bourbon Palace.

At this moment, someone suddenly raised his arms in the crowd and shouted, "Overturn the provisional government! Reorganize the government! We don't need a government composed of traitors!"

"Long live the commune!"

All 100,000 people started to roar, and the fanatics at the forefront attacked the Bourbon Palace. Before the guards could react, they were pushed to the ground and stepped on tens of millions of feet.

The demonstration finally turned into a major riot against the provisional government. Senior leaders of the commune such as Blankee in the small building in the distance were staring at the scene in front of them.

"Run in! Our suicide squad has rushed in!"

"Be careful of Trosh's regular army and prepare our Self-Defense Force for protection!"

"Report... there were no Trosh and other members of the 26 committees in Bourbon, they all ran away..."

"Sir... Trox was unconscious four hours ago. He was angry with Bazin's news!"

Good news came one by one, and unhealthy flushed appeared on Blankey and others' faces.

"Haha... When the French surrendered, these people bullied us so hard. The 26-member committee gave us a seat?"

"I actually said that the teacher could not enter the government without the status of a MP. Bah... shit!"

"Is the ballot game fun? Compared to those paper ballots, we believe in the people's choice more!"

"The actions of the people, the blood and life of the people, will naturally choose a real leader!"

"Teacher, please be prepared to form a cabinet! All the working class in Paris will send you to the stage!"

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