He was really afraid that these thugs would recognize him. He had never fought any major battles during the empire, but he had participated in the suppression of the public's demonstrations.

He ordered the shooting and massacre four or five times directly, and was a very easy-to-use evil dog used by Napoleon III!

Many people in Paris knew him. Today, they saw his enemies very jealous. The family members of the commune who stayed behind the back surrounded the Vandome cylinder.

The bronze metal components of the Vandom cylinder have been purchased by Xiao Lotte at the price of scrap, but the marble steps are still there, and the broken statues are still foundations, and the old general and his soldiers are tied to the ruins of these wreckage.

"Don't come over! Go back, back back...what do you want to do?"

Leconte couldn't even explain what was scared, and he mumbled, and he even felt that he couldn't hold his urine when fighting!

After all, I was already in my fifties. In that era, the average life expectancy of humans was not high, and this age was already considered old.

Leconte regrets this. He really wants to slap himself twice. Why do he do so far ahead if he is fine? Do you need to lead by yourself?

But Le Conte also has his own difficulties. With his timid and greedy personality, he must have made a point to rush to the front line regardless of danger.

In fact, Le Conte just wants to be loyal to the new master behind him, and he wants to show his loyalty!

Anyone who has studied French history in depth knows that during the French-Prussian War, the French royalist party was very powerful. Although the Great Revolution had passed for a long time, the people's inner dependence on the emperor still existed.

At that time, the royalists were divided into three factions, one was the Bonaparte dynasty founded by Napoleon, the Bourbon dynasty with the longest history, and the third was the Orleans dynasty which branched out of the Bourbon dynasty.

Originally, Leconte was a loyal lackey of Napoleon III, but the Bonaparte family started out as a military player and they still valued the talent of the generals very much, so Leconte did not have a high position in the hands of the French emperor, and was just a watchdog.

But when the empire collapsed, Leconte quickly abandoned the French emperor and began to get along with the other two dynasties, and soon boarded the Bourbon dynasty warship.

New slaves always have to show their merits when they get on the ship. This is related to their future titles and official positions. More importantly, who will restore the Bourbon dynasty or the Orleans dynasty? This Paris rebellion accounted for a very important point!

Leconte is determined to get the first contribution, so that he can increase his bargaining chips to the master behind him and contribute to his own glory and wealth!

The temptation is so great. Leconte has seen the life of a high-class society like a truly high-ranking noble. How rich, how extravagant, how desirable it is...

It’s hereditary! The descendants will never have to worry about it!

Greed confused his mind, which made him do something he regretted for life. He was obviously a vain bag that didn't know how to fight, but he started to lead by example. It was really a way out of hell!

"You can't kill us... The leader of your commune ordered that you want a trial in court, and you can't lynch yours!"

The guards around Leconte still had some courage and could hold on. When life and death were at stake, he shouted out with a shout.

The people surrounding him hesitated for a moment, but then a lame veteran shouted indignantly, "Bah... Damn the emperor's lackey, have you ever been judged when you killed our unarmed citizens?"

"Where was your judge when Mr. Blankey assassinated?"

"There is no trial, why is our leader put in jail? Now it's your turn, and you still have to be a trial? You still want fairness, I'm gonna..."

The crowd suddenly started to clamor, "Yes, where is the law when they shot us?"

A beggar in rags laughed and said, "They want to judge, and they also need a court... That's right, I'm the judge now, I'll judge you!"

People burst into laughter, "Yes, I am the clerk, you are the jury... Since they want to judge, let them judge!"

The citizens of the youngest young man in the Vendorm Square were as excited as if they were having a farce. The beggar became the justice, the cobbler became the lawyer of the defendant, and the fat aunt in the bakery became a member of the jury.

The lame veteran shouted excitedly, "I am the plaintiff, I want to accuse Leconte of massacre of Parisian citizens, and I ask the court to sentence him to death...the death penalty!"

People jumped and shouted, "Yes, he was sentenced to death!"

The beggar judge took off his torn leather boots and knocked on the statue of Napoleon's half-body, and used it as a wooden hammer. "Quiet, Quiet... We also have to give the defendant a chance to speak, defendant lawyer, do you have anything to say?"

The cobbler with a dark face waved his arms. He had never been so crazy in his life. "Nothing to say, shoot him! Shoot these bad guys!"

Hahaha... the crowd burst into laughter, and the fat aunt in the jury laughed loudly, "You are the defendant's lawyer, how could you take the initiative to shoot the defendant? I'm so jokingly laughing..."

Farce, this is a nightmare farce, Leconte felt that the whole world was spinning in front of him. Are these poor people who are usually as lowly as mud, now they want noble generals?

The clown-like performance was really disgusting, but at this moment he didn't even have the courage to refute it.

"I have money...I can use money to atone for my sins..." He finally said a complete sentence "I will give you money, I can give you all my manor, please let me go!"

"Let you go? Then who can let our children go, our brothers and sisters!" The lame veteran spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on Leconte's face.

"My brother was shot on the street by you! My two children were both sick and starved to death... Who would let them go!"

"We don't want money! We want revenge!"

Leconte finally couldn't hold his shit and pee anymore. He felt the crotch of his pants heat up, and the stinky smell suddenly spread out, and the crowd around him suddenly pinched his nose.

"Please spare me... I have brothers and sisters too... Please let me go for my grandson and granddaughter!"

"They are still young, so they can't live without grandpa...please... woo woo woo woo..."

Le Conte cried like a child, but at this moment the emotions of the Paris citizens had entered an irrational state, and the long-term disorder and war had forced them to half-mad.

"Comrades! You see it. This is the true face of emperors, generals and ministers... They are also afraid, they are also afraid, and they will also wet their pants!"

"As long as we unite, we can kill them all and restore my French glory! The commune is invincible!"
Chapter completed!