The bells of Notre Dame Cathedral were ringing again, this time it was not the monks who called devout believers to perform mass, but the members of the commune discovered the enemy's movements at the darkest moment before dawn.

Marshal McMahon drew eleven huge arrows on the huge city defense map of Paris, from all directions... Of course, except for the Demilitarized Zone of Schappellermen... launched an attack on the city of Paris from all directions.

McMahon did not invest all his troops, but only invested 110,000, which is the strength of eleven heavy infantry divisions!

Civil officials such as Thiers once carefully reminded the marshal that there were as many as 300,000 National Self-Defense Force thugs in the city, and there were millions of poor people supporting them. Is this less force?

But the marshal firmly rejected their doubts, "War is not a mathematical game you think about, it is not a matter of winning just by counting the number of troops!"

"What the army needs is morale, organizational ability, and coordination and cooperation... An excellent cooperative company can handle a loose infantry battalion and even create miracles of battle!"

"Ten thousand thugs may not be able to disperse the military formation formed by a thousand elite veterans!"

"You are experts in making money! When fighting, I am experts in fighting!"

McMahon was already the last hope for Thierr and others. Now the marshal has to endure no matter how domineering he is. They can only watch as the 100,000 veterans start to launch an attack before dawn.

Eleven silent corps began to advance towards the predetermined area, and the artillery of each unit moved forward with the army under the guidance of countless Thomas.

The vanguard troops soon exchanged fire with the wandering commune sentries, and gunfire sounds all over Paris in the dark!

This is a total attack without warning. Except for Raoul Rigao who has not slept all night, all the commune leaders are kept in the dark!

Even last night, Valland, Duval and others got drunk!

"Ring the bell of Notre Dame immediately...and then the whole city calls the police...soon..."

Raulligao ran wildly on the street until he ran across the Seine and found several war horses. He almost used his life to buy time for the commune. He had already smelled the smell of despair.

"The enemy is different. This attack is not those crooked and useless... it must be the Emperor's corps that have returned!"

"And it's murderous intent, it's very likely that the Emperor personally commanded..."

"Comrades! Take action, those royalists are going to restore the Bonaparte family again! We feel that we don't allow it!"

Dangdangdang... The bell rang, awakening countless sleeping members!

There is a complete system for alarm calls within the commune. Each block has alarm bells and lights. They have their own rhythm of ringing and light signals.

Raulligao was the highest-level final battle bell, and the whole city was in full swing!

Members wearing clothes rushed to the street, some ran and buttoned, and some even ran to the door and put on pairs of pants and legs!

The messy man and woman poked their heads out of the window, "What's wrong? What's going on?"

"The alarm bell, the alarm bell of Notre Dame has sounded, it is the order of the general attacker..."

"What a joke? Those cartilages have been scared by us for a long time. They dare to attack us at five in the morning..."

"Baby... go to bed and wait for me... I'll shoot a round of guns and bombard those idiots, and I'll come to find you again..."

The fat woman with a naked upper body smiled charmingly and flirted with her lover, just like a man was out for a trip. "Don't forget to buy me a white bread after receiving the allowance today... the best baguette to bake!"

The two kissed the man hard at the door and ran out with a rifle in his arms. "Wait... Maybe I will bring you a sausage!"

Countless commune members came out of the hot bed, got up from their wives and lovers' belly, and started to head towards the barricade with their own weapons.

At this time, the alarm bells of Notre Dame had already sounded, and the chaos in the city finally awakened the hangover leaders in Vendome Square.

"The enemy...attacked?" Vallan's head was like a paste. "Give me cold water, I want to wash my face!"

"Origin...what direction did you launch an attack? Give me a map..." Duval stuffed a piece of dry bread into his mouth and asked his subordinates for the latest information.

But now the headquarters doesn’t know what happened outside, but only knows that the alarm bells in the whole city are ringing.

"I don't know, there is no information at all... It seems that the whole city is in chaos!"

"Damn it, send our cavalry to investigate, why can't we even find the direction of the general attack?"

At the same time, in the demilitarized area of ​​Shapelemen, Xiao Letian had already climbed the temporary tall wooden tower and was looking at the chaos in the city.

The seven-kilometer military restricted area is surrounded by overlapping barbed wire and fences, and there are bunker walls piled up by sandbags behind it, and the shooting holes are arranged very standard.

All areas that are prone to impact have been set up with heavy machine gun positions with cross-fire power, and small-caliber Krupp steel cannons are prepared behind them.

Xiao Letian mobilized more than 600 special forces to guard the safety here, and thousands of Red Cross staff were gathered in the core area of ​​the camp.

This is simply a house of angels in white. There are women in and out. If Xiao Letian had not been allowed to mess around, these romantic European nurses might have hooked away many handsome Chinese officers!

But now all this is unconstrained. The tense atmosphere makes the girls stunned. They all ran out of the dormitory where they were resting and looked at Paris in the distance.

Moreover, the woman kept chattering, and at this moment, Wang Chen, who was riding a horse, ran over and shouted in English with a strange accent.

"Everyone goes into the house... go back... go back... don't know when you fight? You don't want to die..."

"Go back...all back..."

Wang Chen rushed to the entrance of the watchtower and turned over and dismounted. "Report to the head of state... The French government sent a secret message... At 5:30 am today, the French army began a general attack!"

The wooden watchtower is twenty-five meters high, and Xiao Letian is blowing a cold wind here. In June, he is wearing a wool military coat.

"Has it started? History has its own huge inertia. After all, I, a little time traveler butterfly, are not omnipotent!"

At this moment, suddenly in the far south, it seemed that it had already crossed the Seine River, and suddenly a fire lit up in the darkness, followed by a few seconds later, a rumbling explosion came.
Chapter completed!