The sky has gradually dimmed, the farce in Bourbon Palace is still continuing, and the commune is still constantly issuing orders regardless of whether there is any response or not.

Of course, it is reasonable to not respond. Blangkey and the others did not expect these people to turn their heads and support them. After all, the commune did not take office through parliamentary elections.

But Blanqui was confident that he knew that what the whole France needed at this moment was a military victory, and that was what he bet on. As long as Paris achieved an exciting victory under the leadership of the commune, even if it was a government reorganization with invalid laws, they would still be able to gain great expectations.

Victory! Victory! What the commune bet on is military victory!

But their fate was really illegitimate. Just after seven o'clock in the evening, General Troxu, who was unconscious due to high blood pressure, actually woke up in a certain barracks.

The old general felt his temples dancing, and his heart was like a drumming sound!

"How is the situation outside?"

"It's okay... General, you need a rest now..."

"Tell me the truth! This is an order!" Troxu shouted with a blue face.

"Yes! The Paris Commune launched a rebellion, attacked the Bourbon Palace, and announced the dissolution of the provisional defense government, and announced the takeover of the rights..."

"At this moment... they are sending notices across the city and sending official letters to all government departments to take over their rights... and they also say that they will launch a breakthrough in three days and let our garrison troops obey the orders!"

"Bastard!" Troxu slapped the bed and struggled to sit up. "All of them are bastards! The provisional government is the only legal government, who dares to dissolve it?"

"Don't even take the National Assembly seriously?"

"Send troops to suppress immediately... arrest Blangkey and the others for me, and liberate the Bourbon Palace first!"

"Yes! Complete the task resolutely!"

After all, the army is an army, and here it pays great attention to the inheritance of superiors and subordinates. Soldiers will naturally follow the orders of the familiar commander. Trox gave the order 50,000 Paris garrison troops and rushed to the streets.

The army drew five huge arrows in Paris, four of which began to block the connection between the Montmartre Heights and the Bourbon Palace, and the other big arrow was approaching the Bourbon Palace.

The mobilization of tens of thousands of troops scared the citizens of Paris. The torrent of steel ran neatly on the streets. The person who was hysterically shouting slogans turned around and crawled into the alley.

Every small building on both sides of the road is closed, and no one knows how many people will die tonight.

When the ten thousand regular troops saw the gate of the Bourbon Palace, the members of the commune could not believe their eyes at first, and then they saw the regular troops start to bayonet at them.

"It's broken! Trox mobilizes his army to kill us... and escape!"

It was already 10:30 in the evening. Since the commune announced the takeover of power, the army did not respond at all, so more than 100,000 citizens who were marching thought that the situation had been resolved safely.

In the evening, these tired and hungry citizens began to scatter and go home to rest. By 10 o'clock, there were only more than 2,000 people inside and outside the Bourbon Palace.

This group of people faced ten thousand regular troops armed to the teeth, which was not enough to be stuck in the gap. When the commander gave the order to charge, the members of the commune immediately scattered.

The streets and alleys were filled with escaped workers. The soldiers rushed up and smashed one by one with the *, then tied their hands and feet with rough hemp ropes and threw them aside like animals.

The Bourbon Palace was soon liberated, and the tricolor flag fluttered again, and then the Paris garrison began to search around the Bourbon Palace.

"Catch Bronkey...Catch Rochefore...Catch these leftists...they can't run away!"

"Report to the sir, there is no shadow of any left-wing officials in Bourbon Palace!"

"Continue to expand the search scope! Such a large-scale riot cannot be without command, and command cannot be too far away..."

"They are around us, must be there!"

Bang bang bang bang... The houses around Bourbon Palace were smashed open one by one. Amid the screams of people, soldiers rushed in and searched the house.

The French commander was right, and Blankey and others were commanding the operation in the loft of a house fifty meters outside Bourbon Palace.

When they saw the soldiers starting to search along the street, they secretly said it was not good and quickly climbed onto the roof and retreated out.

These working classes do have very rich experience in fighting. They are walking on flat ground in the maze-like city of Paris. They run wildly on the roof and then walk into the lofts of unknown people.

There were even some secret secret passages leading to another block, then walking into the basement, sewer system... It took them more than an hour to turn away from the army's pursuit.

This was really a thrilling escape adventure. At the most dangerous moment, Blankey and others walked carefully on the roof of a house, and there were hundreds of regular soldiers on the streets under their feet.

At that time, if these soldiers looked up slightly, they could see these fugitives in the dark!

In the night, gunshots gradually sounded. Some bloody self-defense members began to attack the regular army, and the Paris garrison troops were not willing to be outdone and quickly counterattacked, and the bloodshed began to expand.

However, it was the gunfire in the distance that attracted the attention of the soldiers under his feet. Just when Blankey was about to be discovered, the soldiers supported the place where the gunfire sounded!

It was not until the sky was bright that Blankey and others used the underground waterway system to escape to Montmartre Heights!

At this moment, Montmartre Heights has become a murderous hedgehog!

The streets were covered with sandbag walls, and behind them were a captured Napoleon cannon, aiming at the French army outside.

The streets were filled with National Self-Defense Force soldiers. This was a very mixed force. All the elderly in their forties and fifties were also young children with tender faces, and even women were there...

These warriors with firm eyes looked at the murderous French army opposite without fear of hatred!

"Bastard! Your guns were not aimed at the Prussian invaders outside the city, but at their own people. You are indeed in the same group as the traitors!"

"Bazan surrendered, and you are going to massacre the people of Paris again? Let's show your gratitude to your German master? Let's die... Bah!"

At this moment, the 40,000 regular troops had blocked the four most important blocks and had set up an attacking queue. After all, they were trained regular troops. They had no response to provocation and scolding, and just waited quietly for the commander's order!

Gan Bida returned to the tavern at the command center and said with lingering fear, "Trox's control over the army exceeded our expectations. Yesterday's action was too risky..."

At this moment, someone ran in outside, "Sir! Congressman Thierre is here, he said he is here to mediate the conflict..."
Chapter completed!