Earl-Loire! A very important province adjacent to Paris, the capital is Chartre!

This is the birthplace of two famous rivers in France, the Earl River and the Loire River. The Severn Mountains are in the west and south. Although they are not too high, they are still considered a dangerous place.

It is not difficult for local military and police to block Blankey, because Blankey is in a hurry, so he will not walk the paths taken by hunters in the forest because the carriage cannot be accessed.

Moreover, they would not spare too far, as it would be a waste of time. As long as the local garrison and police blocked all the roads of the horse-drawn teams and carriages in the Savin Mountains, Blanqui would have nowhere to escape.

If you dare to continue walking south, then wait for death. Or you give up going south and go back to Paris, and wait for the new French government to elect a president.

Not only did we strictly guard the Saiwen Mountains, but all larger villages and towns were also organized. They were often discussed by a policeman who was familiar with the local people's conditions and influential people in the villages and towns.

They can mobilize the villagers of the village to guard the roadside to check the pedestrians passing by!

Blangki and his team had changed their clothes three times and carriage twice, but they still had no choice but to face the strict defense of these people!

The carriage was not needed. Blankey even changed into a strong war horse and tried to walk the countryside all the way south, but never expected that almost 70% of the towns had temporary checkouts, and the farmers were holding pitchforks and excitedly guarding the roadside.

The police, squire, and the little nobles sat leisurely drinking coffee. They also took out some money to buy a batch of sausage bread to ensure that every farmer on duty could get a few sausages and a baguette when he returned home.

When these farmers saw that they easily checked passersby, they actually had something to divide. They were extremely excited and thought that they could add meals to their children tonight, and they would cut sausages in potato soup!

Just a loaf of bread and sausage made the whole village's farmers desperate. They checked it very carefully, and they almost broke off all the pedestrian's dentures to check it out.

Blankey was walking in a zigzag road all night, and was blocked from moving forward and then avoided it. He then took a detour and found a temporary checkpoint. It was obviously impossible for the dozen people he led to break through the temporary checkpoint of fifty or sixty farmers.

So what if you kill it? What if you startle a village, what should you do if the village below is shocked? You still kill it?

If the road Blankey and the others were drawn into lines this night, it would be all twists and turns, with the same twists and turns as the electrocardiogram.

"Damn it!" Blankey punched the pine tree beside him. The horse under his crotch felt an uneasy breath, and he anxiously used his hooves to dig the soil.

What made Blankey angry and anxious was not just the frustration of moving forward, but through the night of escaping, he suddenly realized that he discovered a very serious problem.

The sky is already dark at this moment, and it is impossible not to make a decision. It seems that I can only force myself to break through the card!

But when facing those foolish farmers, Blankey felt an indescribable sour taste in his heart.

"So I was really wrong. I miscalculated our strength. We thought that a just cause would be supported by the people of France, but this is a big mistake!"

In his secret letter to the London Bearded Man, Xiao Letian said very clearly, "The Paris Commune will definitely fail because they have no mass base at all. It seems that the millions of working classes are very powerful, but they are too fewer than the total legal population base!"

Especially the farmers who make up the largest population, who would they believe? The squire, the little nobles, the little capitalists who lend money to usury... These people are closest to them and are the most knowledgeable people they can come into contact with.

The lives of every farmer are closely related to these people, and their economic network is controlled by these people. To put it bluntly, most of the money farmers earn depends on these people.

Whoever this group of influential people at the grassroots level chooses, then these farmers will also choose!

Obviously, these gentry, little aristocrats, little capitalists and local officials will not choose your commune. They will only choose the elected government of France and believe in the choice of greater aristocrats, bigger capitalists, and bigger landlords!

Why can't your Paris Commune get all the material assistance from France on Christmas? Because you have not won the hearts of the peasants, the local tyrants and evil gentry in these places and towns have completely controlled the peasant class.

Such a cruel reality, the top leaders of the commune completely ignored it. They fell into a mass fanaticism and mistakenly thought they were so powerful in the revolution of millions!

Xiao Lotte's warning was sent to London, and then the bearded man in London sent these concerns to Blankey through their own secret channels.

At first, Blankey and the commune's top leaders were disdainful, but everything that happened later proved how correct these warnings were.

Until today, Blankey saw with his own eyes how the grassroots forces in the entire French province surrounded and intercepted him!

Do those farmers have a grudge against themselves? There is no one at all. They don’t even know what you, Blankey, are. They only know that the war has happened, but these farmers don’t know what happened in the war.

The working class in Paris was throwing their blood for freedom and justice, but these farmers surrounded him, the fire thief for bread and sausage.

Blankey believed that as long as those rich and fat rich men gave orders, these foolish farmers would kill themselves with a hoe for the bounty of dozens of francs.

"Damn it! This is France, this is my motherland... It has been so long since the Great Revolution, why do they still not know how to fight for their rights!"

"We have no roads to go around, and the entire Loire Province is probably full of such a clamp... Where is the guide? Find a route with the least village for me..."

"We can only force breakthrough, everyone is ready for battle!"

This time, Blankey brought out six civilians and fifteen veterans with rich combat experience. They held an emergency meeting in the woods and asked the guide to find the easiest route to break through the map.

The others simply divided some jerky meat and clear water, stuffed the pistols with bullets, polished the sharp sabers, and the entire combat team was full of murderous aura!

The first ray of dawn was soaring on the grape fields, with a few withered leaves hanging on the dry vines, and the farmers by the roadside were drinking hot oatmeal porridge, with a long-lost aroma of meat floating there.
Chapter completed!