C2517 Paris Sleepless Night

How could the archbishop not feel regret! In fact, when Blanqui delivered this information, it was a great opportunity for French Emperor and himself to temporarily put aside their disputes and choose to negotiate.

Blanqui and the others handed over the olive branch to them. If Napoleon was willing to let go of his pride and negotiate with the Workers' representative, then the situation in France would definitely become much more stable.

At the very least, it would be able to give him a few years of buffer time.

But Fate played a big joke on him. It was only a day away, and the news was sent a day late. In the end, a big accident happened.

Blanqui's olive branch was smashed into smithereens by Napoleon's nephew's spear. Right now, all the working class in Paris were clamoring.

At this time, they wouldn't listen to any of French Emperor's bullsh * t.

Inside a dirty little underground tavern, the ironsmith Du Waer was standing on a table, passionately giving a speech to the densely packed Workers' representative s.

"Brothers of the working class, did you see that? This is the true face of the ruling class, which ignores human life and the law at the same time. Without a trial, he actually dared to kill our reporters! "

"Just Victor. Nova had questioned his constitutional reform in the newspapers. Didn't the people have the right to express their opinions? Shall we not allow the Emperor to deceive and oppress us as he pleases? "

"NO!" "No way!" Workers' representative around the table raised his fist and smashed his tin wine cup on the table. Cheap beer was sprayed everywhere.

"Because of a questionable report, Victor. Nova died a horrible death under the enemy's gun! "

"Organize it!" If we organize it, tomorrow we're going to give it to Victor. On the day of Nova's funeral, activate our strength and organize us, the working class, and all of the good citizens of Paris to walk on the streets.

"Move, move!" The workers present all cheered together once again.

Outside the tavern, the spies of the police department had long overheard the entire speech. When they heard that the workers were going to organize a demonstration tomorrow, they threw their cigarette butts on the ground, turned around and disappeared into the darkness with big strides!

Soon he met his immediate superior, the chief of police of this block, on another street.

"Sir!" I've found a stronghold where the workers meet in secret, these damn poor bastards, ready to march on the streets tomorrow. Director, what do you think we should do? Do we catch them? "

"Bullshit!" Grab my ass! Who do you want to arrest? Who are you trying to capture? No one is allowed to act without permission tonight! " the director growled.

The Chief's face turned pale. Who would dare to arrest someone at this time? Forget about him, even the French Emperor didn't dare to give out this order today. Because there were so many workers at the secret meeting in Paris, there were already 13 secret meeting places in the district he was in charge of. There were workers gathering to cause trouble.

"You bunch of idiots, wake up at night!" "Don't make these poor bastards unhappy. This has gone too far, all the workers in Paris have started to link up. There are simply too many of them!"

"Our military and police forces are simply not enough. Unless the emperor is determined to send troops to suppress them, we are no match for them."

What the police chief said was not wrong. If it was a normal situation where a small secret gathering of dozens of people was held, he would rush up without hesitation and arrest all the illegal members of the gathering and throw them into the prison.

But today? Just the small underground tavern in front of them was filled to the brim with over 200 people, the majority of them being Workers' representative.

Each and every one of these people in the Workers' representative could quickly organize hundreds of workers and ordinary citizens.

There were more than a dozen secret gatherings like this in his own jurisdiction, which meant that if you moved, they could organize tens of thousands of crazy demonstrators in the area that night.

In the end, the white terror still bullied the number of people. The one with a lot of people, and the one with a gun, would naturally cruelly suppress the weaker one. However, if his opponent suddenly became strong, then he could easily tear them into pieces.

The so called rule of terror was immediately turned into a joke. At this time, the only thing they were afraid of was not the working class, but the military police who had been commanding the entire time.

Paris had been sleepless the whole night. All the slums and commoner districts had been mobilized, except for those inhabited by the nobility and the wealthy merchants.

The underground gathering that was normally well-hidden had now become semi-public. This was a blatant provocation to the Paris military police.

According to incomplete statistics from the Paris Police Department, there were more than 300 secret meetings that night, held at the same time. All the police forces in Paris had not been mobilized enough, and even a request for reinforcements had been made to the Ministry of War.

However, he had never expected that at such a crucial moment, the Army Department would fall silent. All the requests from the Police Department were turned down, and there was only one reason. The great man from Versailles was silent!

Those old cunning politicians with a keen sense of smell all realized that the attitude of the emperor had changed. It seemed that the emperor was going to change his policy of suppressing the working class.

Gan Bida stood on his own terrace, looking at the restless Paris night sky, he moved back and forth excitedly: "There are no gunfire, no fire, no sound of leather boots chasing after everyone on the streets …"

"What exactly does Napoleon III want to do? Has he changed his character? You actually changed your cruel rule and became a gentle and refined gentleman? "

"No, no, no, this is absolutely impossible. He's already so stubborn at that age, how could he possibly change his temperament?"

"There must be another reason why I didn't guess it. There must be other reasons why I didn't guess it!" God! Could it be that Napoleon III was determined to start a war? Is he going to reach a peace agreement with the parties before the war? "

"There is only one possibility, only one possibility! Napoleon III is going to lower his head to the working class, he wants to create a relatively stable internal environment before the great war, it must be like this, and this is the only explanation … "

Sigh … Gan Bida let out a long sigh, "How did our national destiny become like this?" What a great opportunity to reconcile domestic conflicts! How could he let Pierre off so easily? What about that stupid guy Bonaparte? Just how many people did this spear of his send off with great care?

Gan Bida's guess was not wrong at all. That night, Napoleon III officially gave the order to the empire's military and General Staff, requesting them to carry out an extensive and comprehensive preparation for battle.

Dark clouds filled the skies above Europe, it looked like Napoleon had made up his mind!