"Family? Who are the families of these soldiers? Who do you want them to massacre?" As a firm female voice appeared, the crowd suddenly flashed out of an alley.

The female leader of the commune, Michel, held the French tricolor flag, followed by several members of the female guards, glared at General Leconte.

"Let's shoot! Soldiers, shoot at your loved ones!"

"We have bare hands and we only have a lot of passion to sprinkle. We can't stop your bullets, but are you really willing to shoot at your loved ones?"

"If you can do it, come for me!"

Michelle judged through his years of experience in street struggle that these soldiers had been shaken, and these soldiers had accepted everything that the commune had promoted from their hearts.

Except for a few people like Gan Bida who could convince these soldiers, the rest actually accumulated countless public anger.

The growth of the commune over the years is not without the background of the times. France is now full of holes, and the people's lives are in a difficult situation, and even the most basic food and clothing cannot be guaranteed.

Not to mention the struggle between classes, which of the lower class has not been bullied, and who has no resentment in his stomach!

Faced with Michelle's righteous scolding, all the soldiers dodged her eyes and did not dare to look at each other, and the woman behind Michelle was even more sharp-tongued.

"Shoot! You ask these soldiers to shoot! Shoot at their brothers, fathers, ancestors and sisters!"

"You cowards dare not fight against the Germans and Chinese, but dare to massacre their own relatives?"

"Don't you use the method of scammers to scare people. Has the entire French nation already allowed you emperor's lackeys to scammers to scammers? Are there fewer people who die?"

The chaotic curses made General Leconte’s head grow bigger, “You damn soldiers! Are you going to surrender to these scumbags?”

"These are all rebellions... If you don't shoot, I'll shoot you first!"

What the soldiers hated the most was the stern and weak commander. A young tall soldier in the army looked at Leconte disdainfully. He walked to the citizens and turned his head to face the army.

"Even if you shoot me, I will not slaughter our French compatriots! Brothers, don't work hard for him! Le Conte is a royalist!"

If there is the first one, there is the second one!

"I won't do it anymore. Whoever likes to do such dirty work!"

One, two, three... Countless soldiers walked out of their own formation. They could walk among the citizens by just one or two steps forward, and then turned their heads to separate from the previous reactionary forces!

Michelle was ecstatic in his heart, "The sowing of decades of revolutionary fire is indeed meaningful. The seeds sprouted today! The revolution was so successful!"

"Long live the people! Welcome our brothers to revolt in front of the front! Embrace our brothers!"

Just in front of Le Conte, hundreds of Parisian citizens hugged the uprising soldiers of the Southern Corps, laughing, jumping, and slapping the backs...

Leconte was stunned. His pistol was aiming at this and which one, but he didn't dare to pull the trigger at anyone.

He knew very well that as long as he dared to shoot these people, he could tear him apart!

"Let's go, general, break through quickly!" It was not until this time that his personal soldiers realized that his general was too close to the front line and had been surrounded by numerous encirclements.

Still want to leave? The citizens of Paris would not let him go at all. The people rushed forward and took Leconte off the horse, and tied up all the guards around him.

"Shoot him! Beat him to death!" Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.

Fortunately, Michelle suppressed the scene here at this moment, and she raised her hand and shouted, "Don't be confused! We are different from these beastly ambitions, so we won't kill people without being judged!"

"Take him to the square of Vendome, and let all the leaders of the commune judge him together, and we will form a jury to judge him together!"

"What's the reason to say to these beasts? They illegally arrested our leaders. Do we still tell them the law? They should be executed on the spot!"

Leconte had no magic power just now. He was so scared that Zhan Zhan looked pale. He looked at the angry eyes around him and begged for mercy in his mouth. "Don't kill me, I just acted upon orders, don't kill me..."

Although the crowd was shouting and fighting, no one dared to take action with Michelle. Leconte was escorted to Vendome Square, and the soldiers quickly became accused of mingling with the National Self-Defense Force.

Leconte is definitely a self-defeated person. He is just a waste of war, a royalist who lives in the military and a flatterer!

If you don’t know your own troops at all, you think you can suppress someone?

He obviously doesn’t have that much influence, but he dares to rush to the front line to take risks without any direct line?

Stupid and arrogant ended up hurting him!

Another general who fought side by side with him was much smarter than him. Tonight, Tier specifically ordered the generals of these two generals, because they were both the most hardcore royalists, and were essentially the same as Tier and belonged to the direct troops.

Susbier also encountered a siege by the citizens of Paris, but he was very cunning and always commanded the troops behind the large army. Under the protection of nearly 6,000 troops, although he had no results in his victory, he did not lose too badly.

At this moment, he encountered the same problem. More and more Parisian citizens gathered over, blocking the troops' path forward with a number of times.

The soldiers under his command also hesitated and no one shot. Of course, when the old fox Susbier saw that the situation was so chaotic, he did not issue an order to shoot and suppress it.

"General! General is not good... General Leconte was captured by the thug..."

"Ah? How is this possible? Leconte has more soldiers than me! He has more than seven thousand troops..."

"Under the enemy and advanced rashly, General Leconte rushed to the front line, but was surrounded by thugs!"

"Damn it, is this man ill? Immediately mobilize the elites of two battalions from the reserve to rob the general back, go!"

"Report the situation of the war to the president in the rear immediately. All the sneak attack plans have failed and cannot be fought!"

The messenger quickly sent a letter to the temporary command post outside the city. When Thier got the latest battle report, it was already 7:30 in the morning!

"What? God! This damn stupid pig! Even if you fail, you can't compensate yourself!"

"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it..."

During the siege of Paris, a small bastion that was not destroyed was now the president's temporary command center. His roar was deafening, and his confidants around him looked pale.

"Suspend the attack and exchange this stupid pig for the first time!"
Chapter completed!