C3179 Strict protection against death (1/2)

Earl Louvre! A very important province adjacent to Paris. Its capital is the city of Chartres!

It was the birthplace of the two famous rivers of France, the Earl and Loire, and the Severn Mountains to the west and south. It was not very high, but it was a dangerous place.

It was not difficult for the local army to stop Blanqui, because Blanqui had to be in a hurry, so he would not take the paths taken by the hunters in the forest, because he could not pass through the horse carriages.

Furthermore, they would not let him go too far. That would be too much of a waste of time, and as long as the local garrison troops and police could block off all the horse carriages and horse carriages, Blanqui would have nowhere to run to.

If you dare go on south, you will die, or you will give up and go back to Paris and wait for the new French government to elect a president.

Not only was the Severn Mountains strictly guarded, even the larger villages and towns were organized, and were often discussed with the police who were familiar with the local people, as well as with the village gentry, small nobles, small capitalists, and other influential people.

Then, they would be able to mobilize all of the villagers to stand guard by the roadside to inspect the passersby!

Blanqui and the others had already changed their clothes three times and changed into a horse carriage twice, but they could not do anything against these people who were defending them with their lives.

Blanqui had even changed into a robust warhorse, attempting to take the mountain forest path south through the village. However, he never would have thought that almost 70% of the towns in the village had temporary sentries, and the farmers were excitedly guarding by the side of the road.

The police, the squire, and the minor nobles were leisurely drinking coffee. They had even taken out some money to buy a batch of sausage bread, ensuring that every farmer on duty would be given a few sausages and a stick of bread when they returned home.

When these farmers saw that they could easily investigate the passersby and that there were still things they could divide up, they were all incomparably excited. They thought to themselves, ”Tonight, I can give more food to my children. In the potato soup, I can cut sausages!”

Just a single piece of bread and sausage had caused all the farmers in the village to go all out. They looked very carefully, almost ripping off the teeth of the passersby.

Blanqui had walked on the zigzag shaped road all night, moving forward, blocking and dodging, and then taking a detour only to discover a temporary sentry post. It was obviously impossible for the dozen or so people he had brought to break through the 50-60 year old farmer's temporary sentry point.

So what if you kill your way through? A village was alarmed. What about the village below? You still want to kill them all?

If the road that Blanqui and the others walked on was drawn into a straight line tonight, then it would all be twisted and turned, with the same twists and turns as the electrocardiogram.

”Damn it!” Blanqui punched the pine tree beside him, causing the horses under him to feel the uneasiness, and anxiously use their hooves to dig the ground.

What made Blanqui angry and anxious was not only the frustration to continue onward, but also, that night of escaping. He suddenly realized something, that he had discovered a very serious and big problem.

At this moment, the sky was already starting to brighten. It was impossible to not make a decision. It seemed that he could only force his way through the card!

But facing those foolish farmers, Blanqui's heart had an unspeakable sour feeling.

”So I was really wrong. I incorrectly estimated our strength. We thought that the cause of justice would gain the support of all the people of the land. But, we were completely wrong!”