C3252 Warehouse for war preparation (1/2)

Le Kongte's death dispelled the illusion that both sides were about to negotiate. Without Blanqui's suppression, the warlike sects in Paris Commune were even more arrogant.

Wa Erlan, Du Waer, Raoult Rigo... All the leaders who were in control of a large number of troops were preparing to fight to the death with their enemies.

De Lekelvzi, Michelle and the other leaders of the moderate faction were also helpless, they could only shake their heads and throw themselves into the battle.

Michelle stood at the entrance of the headquarters and looked at the few corpses lying beside the wandom pillar. Le Kongte was covered by a dirty bedsheet, and the wind had moved the cloth, making her feel as if he was still breathing.

”It's all my fault. I really should have personally escorted the captive back …” How could I have been careless? ”Dammit …”

Just as Michelle was blaming herself, Raoult Rigo walked past her and said, ”Take her down, stop dreaming …” I despise your romantic feelings the most! ”

”So what if Le Kongte is alive? So what if he exchanged teachers? Can this war be avoided? ”

”There is no way to reconcile class struggles... Even if teacher is back, after a short two months of truce, we will still have to fight to the death! ”

”Just one day earlier, just one day later … I have already seen through it! ”

”Let's fight. The only way out is to fight!” To the fear of the enemy, and to make them completely lose the courage to fight us! ”

”Warriors, charge with me!”

The whole of Montmartre plateau and Paris became a boiling pot of porridge, and everyone became grains that were tormented by flames and boiling soup.

All of the soldiers of the National Guard started to gather. They ran out of their homes with rifles and ammunition on their backs.

Those who did not have rifles had at least a bayonet or a military knife, even if it was a Engineer's spade, they could still fight with it!

The children began to use their small and agile bodies to walk through the streets and even enter the sewers, becoming the messenger between the various units in the commune.

The elderly and younger children started to gather at the heart of the Montmartre plateau to avoid the enemy's stray bullets!

Even the women had already organized themselves, the women's battle squads followed the man and charged forward, and even more housewives were organized. They opened the sealed up warehouse and took out the strategic goods that Blanqui had stored for a long time.

These aunties and young ladies were all dumbfounded. The heavily guarded warehouses were filled with supplies, and the amount of food alone was incalculable!

The flour bags piled up like a mountain. Strands of ham and strings of sausages were hanging in the air as densely as if they were from the jungle!

Huge cheese wheels that had not been cut open were piled up on the shelves one by one. The surface was covered in dust and blue-green fur. It seemed that some of the cheese labels were already more than ten years old.

There was also bacon piled on the dry grass like firewood, and tons of it was shining like a small mountain!

”My God! ”How can there be so much food, just when are we going to eat …” The freckled little girl covered her mouth and exclaimed.

The head of the commune, the woman in the frying pan, put her hands on her hips and shouted, ”How much? Don't forget, we need to control the food and drinks of the three hundred thousand National Guard s! ”

”No matter how much food we have, it's still not enough!”