novelAbuy Chapter 94 The "Revolutionary" Who Tears Off His Mask
Chapter 94 The "Revolutionary" Who Tears Off His Mask
Unlike Blanqui and others, Senucci, a speculator with no empathy whatsoever, hid behind a large rock and watched the carnage unfold before him.
Instead of regretting the heavy casualties caused by his flawed decision-making, Senucci was simply furious, his face turning ashen. Unwilling to accept the failure of the operation, he immediately drew his pistol and shot and killed a retreating worker.
Seeing that he had intimidated the workers who were retreating, Senucci quickly waved his pistol, urging them to continue their attack.
"Anyone who dares to back down will be shot. Keep charging! Once you break through, the gold and women are yours. Even the empress can be yours if you want."
Unlike the red government, which unites people through lofty ideals, the ideology of a republican government is indeed better than that of feudal autocracy. However, Senucci himself was clearly not a republican who joined because of progressive ideas.
This banker, unwilling to accept stable development, wanted to expand his political capital and private assets through political gambling.
Senucci, who was trying to inspire the Self-Defense Forces and also chose to empathize with them, didn't know what lofty ideals he used to motivate them. Instead, he simply presented what he believed the lower classes wanted to everyone.
Such encouragement, when there is a significant disparity in strength, is less effective than sharing common ideals.
However, under Senucci's coercion and enticement, quite a few people mustered their courage again and launched an attack on the Watergate.
The outcome, of course, remained unchanged; they were met with a barrage of bullets from the police force.
The battle lasted for more than 30 minutes. Senucci's forces suffered nearly a thousand casualties, but they couldn't even get close to the steps of the water gate.
The left and right flanks were either constipated or had a lot of problems, leaving only the middle lane, which Troch valued as the main offensive direction, and the attacks from the middle lane were the most fierce.
The first 6000 self-defense troops, under the cover of only eight small 6-pound bronze cannons captured from the armory, launched a fierce attack on the main gate of the Tuileries Palace.
Eugène knew it would be strange if there wasn't a single cannon in all of Paris, so to ensure the plan could proceed more smoothly, the Crown Prince kindly left the Republican government with a total of eight 6-pound cannons.
With attacks on three fronts simultaneously, information could not be exchanged in a timely manner, and in the rush to attack, they could not even determine how many enemy troops were inside the Tuileries Palace.
Standing at the observation window on the third floor of the Tuileries Palace, Eugène looked down at the person he had met several times, knowing he was an undercover agent, but had never spoken to.
Trochet, now mentally deranged and waving his scepter, shook his head in disappointment.
This Army Inspector General is not capable of this. In one offensive, there are so many flaws. Even a recent graduate from military academy could see what's wrong.
But Trosch, like Blanqui and others, was clearly blinded by his temporary victory.
Perhaps this head of government, who has no real power base, desperately needs a victory in war to consolidate his hard-won position.
With everything in place and only lacking the final push, Eugène was leisurely on the third floor, thinking about all sorts of random things, while Troch below was still screaming hysterically.
"Fire! Second Battalion Commander, where's my cannon? Blast open the gate on the other side!"
Artillery is something the Self-Defense Forces can't control; it has to be operated by the Military Police.
At Troch's command, the commander of the 2nd battalion of the military police, seeing that his men had already adjusted the artillery, immediately shouted "Fire!"
Immediately, orange-red flames appeared on the bronze muzzles of the eight cannons, and the cannonballs burst out of the barrels, whistling as they flew toward the main gate of the Tuileries Palace.
A total of eight huge explosions rang out in succession, blasting several large holes in the oak-clad steel gate, which began to sway precariously under the weight of the explosions.
"Charge! Storm the Tuileries Palace and liberate France!"
More than Senucci, a truly idealistic Self-Defense Force officer, brandished his saber and was the first to charge towards the blasted-open gate. Hundreds of Self-Defense Force soldiers followed behind him, greatly encouraged, shouting as they rushed towards the gate.
Just as they were about to rush through the gate, the machine guns behind the barricades began firing.
On the main battlefield, a total of 12 machine guns were deployed, forming a crossfire network that was no less powerful than the Maxim machine gun, a weapon of mass destruction from the future.
With a 12x150 scale, it can unleash a barrage of 1800 rounds per minute at its maximum, enough to break anyone.
Right now, this spread-out crossfire network easily enveloped all the first wave of attacking soldiers.
Throughout the battlefield, the soldiers of the Self-Defense Forces felt as if bullets were coming from all directions, with no cover and nowhere to hide.
The Self-Defense Force soldiers, who had no choice but to endure the bullets firing silently, each bullet hitting their bodies with a dull "thud."
(This guy's dead! Why didn't you say so sooner?)
Soldiers fell in droves, their bodies piling up in front of the gate, forming a bloody, mangled human barrier, with the blood flowing out beneath them forming a small stream.
The attacking self-defense soldiers were stunned by the sudden barrage of fire. Anyone would be stunned by such firepower, and even the Prussian army would not be foolish enough to withstand such an attack.
But they could retreat, while Troch could not.
Unlike in history, when having troops at one's disposal brought peace of mind, Troch, who now lacks troops, desperately needs victory to solidify his position.
If this war, which he is leading, gets off to a bad start, one can imagine that Blanqui, who is standing not far away with his arms crossed and watching, will definitely jump out and cause trouble again.
Seeing the soldiers retreat one by one, Troch, who had already prepared a military police force for these self-defense forces and was planning to send them to their deaths, was now trembling with rage. He had also torn off his face as a revolutionary leader and put on another one.
Like Senucci, but even more ruthless, Trosch drew his pistol and shot three retreating officers dead in quick succession.
"No retreating! Anyone who retreats, kill them! Go back! Keep attacking! Tonight, we must take the Tuileries Palace!"
Senucci at least used gold, beautiful women, and even a queen to whet people's appetites.
Troch immediately ordered the prepared military police to raise their guns and point them at the retreating self-defense forces.
Under his bloody suppression, the Self-Defense Force soldiers, caught in a pincer movement and surrounded by men, had no choice but to charge forward against the men and launch another attack on the Tuileries Palace.
However, the Tuileries Palace's defenders were too heavily armed, and every charge by the Self-Defense Forces only left behind a pile of corpses before they retreated in disarray.