Flowers, Swords and France

As Kong Ze knew and saw, the Prime Minister's residence had become the primary target of the terrorists. .Under the constant incitement of their leaders, the crowds of people everywhere held weapons, waved guns and cheered as they ran towards the residence, and there was chaos along the way.

And in the midst of the chaos, there was still a group of people who remained calm. They mixed in this surging frenzy and marched towards the destination of the crowd with a rhythmic pace.

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The crowd was getting closer and closer, and the once wide streets were already filled with densely packed people, which made people feel scared.

"Hurry up and fire a warning shot!" Kong Ze shouted.

The guards woke up as if from a dream and fired shots into the air one after another.

Their efforts finally received some results. Under the threat of gunfire, the crowd stopped temporarily. Some people in the front row were looking for cover, and some people lay down.

But this stagnation was only for a moment. Before the guards could breathe a sigh of relief, the crowd continued to move forward involuntarily under the pressure of the continuous crowd behind them. The people lying down were unfortunately trampled by the later ones, but no one paid attention to their screams.

"Are you going to be friends of the people or enemies of the people!" A man who looked like a worker leader shouted at this side, "Are you going to stand on our side or go to hell?!"

His question was repeated by the people around him, and then by people farther away, and finally, it almost merged into a thunderous question.

"Are you going to be friends of the people or enemies of the people!"

"Are you going to stand on our side or go to hell?!"

"Oh my God!" Looking at the mob getting closer and closer, the guards with pale faces shouted in various ways, and their morale had obviously reached the freezing point.

Even Kong Ze, who still pretended to be calm on the surface, had a pounding heart and looked at the opponent in front of him with a dry mouth. The faces of the people in front of him, some calm and some ferocious, were all imprinted in his mind. It seemed that some of them seemed familiar, but he couldn't figure out whether he knew them or not. It seemed that his brain had stopped thinking.

Tens of thousands of people, hundreds of thousands of people, endured all kinds of misfortunes imposed on them on weekdays, starved and frozen, and didn't say a word. They were poor, they seemed to have no power, and were at the mercy of others. They had to work all their lives for the glory and wealth of the upper class.

However, when they broke out, they looked so unstoppable!

As the distance approached, the mental pressure of the guard commander became greater and greater, and finally, his spirit collapsed.

"Fire! Fire!"

He ordered loudly, trying to cover up his panic with roars.

"Bang" "Bang" "Bang"

Sporadic and irregular gunshots rang out one after another.

The guards didn't aim much, and they didn't need to aim. The density of the crowd and the close distance were so close that as long as the barrel was pointed forward, they would definitely hit.

"Ah!" A group of people were shot and fell down screaming. Some people were fatally wounded in an instant and died without even screaming.

But so what! This little wave could not even stop the crowd.

The sound of the gun not only did not scare away the crowd, but it was like a starting gun, which made everyone shudder.

"Wow!" Some people made a terrifying scream and rushed forward quickly.

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Charles and his group continued to move at the same speed as before.

He ignored the people who were shot and fell to the ground and walked straight forward.

Unlike those mobs, the people he led had all received basic military training. And the personal servant assigned to him by his grandfather was also an officer who had followed his grandfather on the battlefield for many years, so with his assistance, Charles had no problem leading his group of people.

All thoughts had completely dissipated, and he just led his people forward, fearless.

Ahead was the Prime Minister's residence, an obstacle that must be overcome on the road ahead.

Closer, closer, closer!

He could already see the guards standing in front of him. They were wearing various uniforms. One of them seemed familiar, but Charles had no time to tell who that person was. The passion brought by adrenaline had almost made him forget himself.

Gunshots were still ringing from the other side, and someone fell down next to him.

"Stop! Stop!" A desperate shout came from the other side.

You can't stop me, you are vulnerable!

He held a thin rattan cane, which served as an officer's command knife, with an expressionless face, staring ahead, and continued to move forward.

The noise next to him seemed to have stopped and could no longer reach his ears.

Close enough, close enough.

Every face engraved with panic and fear was reflected in his eyes, every detail was clear.

"Aim!"

Charles stopped and raised his cane little by little, until it was parallel to the ground, pointing forward, pointing at the terrified guards.

When I swing it, someone will die. Like me, they also have ideals, they also have families, and there will be people who will be sad for their death.

But... so what? So what!

Charles closed his eyes slightly and swung his cane heavily.

"Fire!"

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"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

It was not a perfect salvo. The roar of bullets flying out of the barrel reached his ears one after another. The white mist from the barrel of the musket enveloped his front, blurring his vision. The moment actually brought him a sense of emptiness like being in a dream.

After a while, the smoke dissipated and disappeared into the void, like the soul carried away by the barrel of a gun.

There was no time to think about anything else. He stared at the official residence in front of him.

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He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, smiled contentedly, and then shouted.

"Come on!"

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"It's over!" the guards shouted to each other in horror, "We can't hold it anymore!"

The mob's counterattack had completely shattered their resistance.

Kong Ze stared blankly at the shouting mobs rushing over, as if he didn't notice the several corpses next to him. His clothes were stained with someone's blood, and the originally black uniform turned a bit like dark purple at this moment.

"Ah!" A scream sounded from beside him again, waking him up from this dementia-like daze.

It can't be stopped, it can't be stopped anymore.

No, it was unstoppable from the beginning.

Looking at the guard commander who was already losing his mind, he yelled. "We can't stop you! Take me to see His Excellency the Prime Minister. Let's run! Escort Your Excellency to the palace!"

Seeing that the other person didn't seem to be awake, Kong Ze got excited and punched the other person on the shoulder hard. After seeing that the other party seemed to finally wake up, he repeated his words again.

"Yes! Yes!" the guard captain replied loudly, with a hint of relief in his voice. Perhaps he was grateful that he could escape from the battle reasonably and legally and escape, "Let's go and escort the Prime Minister!"

Under the leadership of the guard captain, ignoring the already confused guards, the two of them ran into the official residence again with a few people, and then went straight to the Prime Minister's office.

Ignoring etiquette, they kicked open the office door and found that their Prime Minister was sitting in a chair, lost in thought, with an incredible calmness on his face.

He was looking out the window steadily, as if he was listening to something, as if he didn't even notice the few people who had broken in.

Maybe you are listening to the endless refrain of "Down with the King, long live the French Republic!"?

"Your Excellency Prime Minister!" the guard captain shouted, "Don't worry! We will escort you to the palace now!"

Only then did the Prime Minister turn his gaze from the window. He still looked at the two people calmly, and then smiled friendly.

This smile was so terrifying that both Kong Ze and the guard captain couldn't help but take a breath.

He can still laugh at this time, is he crazy? They both thought at the same time.

"No, I'm not crazy," as if he could see what they were thinking from their expressions, the Prime Minister finally spoke, "It's just...it's over, we're done."

He was still smiling, but this miserable smile made both of them shudder.

"No! This is just a temporary riot. You are just taking refuge temporarily. The palace is still safe!" Kong Ze shouted to him to persuade him, "As long as you go to the palace, the army will enter the city after a while! By then, these The mob will all be crushed by the army! Come on, we can't hold on here much longer! The carriage has been prepared before and can slip away from the back at any time. Let's leave before the mansion is surrounded by the mob. It's our time. Not much left!”

"Army?" The Prime Minister looked at Kong Ze, and suddenly there was some ridicule in his smile, "There won't be any army. Even if there is, it will be responsible for killing us... He doesn't listen to me, he deserves it, he deserves this Retribution, hahahaha...!

Is he really crazy? What does this mean? Kong Ze asked in his heart.

There was no time left, the mob was about to rush over, and it was easy to imagine how many more obstacles the guards could cause without their commander.

He was heartbroken, then gave the captain of the guard a wink, walked forward and picked up the Prime Minister, and then dragged him out of the chair. The old man did not resist, so his operation went smoothly.

"Why are you still standing there! Take your Excellency away quickly!" He shouted to the captain of the guard again.

Then, the group of people surrounded the Prime Minister and fled outside, and then they got into a four-wheeled carriage. As soon as he got into the car, the driver drove the horse hard, ignoring the stray bullets and mobs running around, and ran wildly across the road.

Along the way, His Excellency the Prime Minister was still smiling and looking at the mob not far away with interest.

"We are finished, sir." Suddenly, he looked at Kong Ze and repeated, "But not in the hands of these people. We have no hope anymore! Poor dynasty!" (To be continued.)