C3312 Paris refugee flows (1/2)
Hearing this news, Xiao Letian put down his debate with Bismark and turned to leave.
Bismark watched as Xiao Letian left with a strange expression on his face. He sat on the table and did not speak for a long time, staring blankly into space for a long time.
Inside was the confidential domestic information that he had just received. After opening it, the words written on it left him shocked.
”Xiao Letian, how could I not understand what you have said … ”You don't know, in this half a year, we have already captured more than thirty left side extremists …”
”The bearded man from London and those people who sympathized with Blanqui have already set their eyes on me, Germany. They've started preaching among the German workers... ”
”Do you think I'm not afraid? ”Actually, I wasn't the only one who was scared. Even William I and the entire group of German nobles were scared …”
”Sooner or later, our German industry will reach the top spot in the world. By then, our workers will be ten times the size of France, and two to three times the size of Britain …”
”My God! Then how many people would be gathered together? ”If this kind of thought were to be overflowed, how terrifying would it be?”
”Paris Commune only has three hundred thousand soldiers and two to three million fans … ”With such a scale, how good will Germany be in the future?”
As he spoke softly, Bismark's face revealed an extremely exhausted expression. He talked to himself for a long time before he finally opened his mouth, ”Someone … Go and notify Thiers, I have already helped him more than enough … Get him to raise money for me! ”
”All war reparations, not a cent less! ”Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't support those people from the commune …”
At this moment, Paris had completely lost control. From the moment McMahon took over the command, only two weeks had passed before the barrel-like defense line that was built by the Paris Commune was smashed into pieces.
The three hundred thousand elite soldiers of the empire fought hard, attacked alternately, and fought nonstop day and night … In addition to German intelligence and military support, there were countless supplies in the south of France.
The God of Slaughter left behind by the French Emperor had turned the completely unexperienced and passionate commune into a complete disoriented state.
In the face of absolute power, passion is nothing but a fart. No matter how loud the slogan of justice is, in the face of cannon and bullets, dreams are always weak.
As the region controlled by the Paris Commune was surrounded, once the front lines were compressed, the refugees would have to escape to the core region.
But no matter how big Paris was, it was still a city. Where could millions of refugees escape to? The deeper into the core, the more chaotic it was.
The streets were crowded with men, women, children, and wounded soldiers. All the houses were filled with people and reeking of stench!
What was worse was that the Commune's warehouse was also bombarded by government forces. The German airship clearly marked the location of all the warehouses in the Commune.
The artillery shells were pouring down like they were free. The commune did everything they could to steal and sell the goods in exchange for French artifacts, but they were all blown up during the bombardment.
Hunger followed like a shadow, torturing every single person. And what was more terrifying than hunger was still Raoult Rigo's purge!
The commune members had gone crazy, all the leaders facing Raoult Rigo's crazy slaughter, not one of them objected.
The terrifying punishment made everyone shudder. Almost every day, people would be tortured to death, and many of the so-called spies would be shot and killed.
There is always a limit to how much patience a person can endure. Chaos, crowding, hunger, terror... Finally, there was the continuous bombardment of Government cannons. After one round of bombardment, the entire building collapsed, burying hundreds of corpses.