[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

While Coronne was still in Father Mabeuf's little hut, the first shot had already been fired not far from the Austerlitz bridgehead.And when she rushed there, the whole of Paris was already boiling in chaos.There are troops everywhere, seething crowds, civilians scurrying around in a hurry, policemen, National Guardsmen, doors and windows that have been hastily shut.In some places bullets have passed over the heads of the crowd.In such a boiling furnace, it is almost impossible to find a few specific people.

Corona still wants to try.She passed two or three barricades, carefully identifying among them, but found nothing.She also passed a line of troops and a line of police, who, because of her attire and because she was unarmed, thought she was just a civilian rushing home.If this continues, after a maximum of two streets, she should be blocked by barricades and soldiers confronting each other on the street. She will be forced to detour, walk through, dodge, and finally be escorted home by soldiers, or be forced to go home. Follow other civilians who do not intend to participate in the uprising into a building to take shelter.

Would that be a better fate?No one can tell.But God seemed determined to grant her wish. At this moment, she was walking on Boulevard Bourdon, and Enjolras and his party also walked near the granary on this road.When he reached the intersection, Courfeyrac saw Corona with sharp eyes. He squeezed through the crowd, stretched out his arm, and held her.

Corona was taken aback by him, and then responded with a delighted smile.She nodded to several other friends across the crowd. "Where have you been?" Courfeyrac asked her. "We've been waiting for you in Glassworks Row."

"When I went out early in the morning, I ran into something and was delayed." Corona replied, "Where are we going?"

Baale behind him laughed. "Who knows!" he answered in a loud, loud voice.

So Coronna hugged the crowd and walked with them, raising their arms and shouting together.Although it rained in the morning, it could not extinguish the revolutionary enthusiasm of this group of people.When they reached Rue Redigier, Courfeyrac, who was next to her, suddenly looked away in shock. "Strange!" he exclaimed. "Why is he here?"

The area they were in was already quite chaotic, and bullets grazed the streets from time to time.Because of Courfeyrac's distraction, Corona pulled out the pistol/gun from the hidden bag to cover him. "Who?" She asked, cast a glance at the direction Courfeyrac was looking out of the corner of her eye, and saw an old man with snow-white hair trembling among the gunfire.

"That's M. Mabeuf! Why is he here?"

Corona was also taken aback when she heard the name, she didn't expect such a coincidence in the world.Courfeyrac nimbly passed through the crowd and squeezed towards the old man. Corona saw them having a conversation from a distance, and then Mr. Mabeuf continued to move forward steadily, almost at the forefront of the team.

"Look at that old man!" came a murmur from around.M. Mabeuf was soon noticed by the whole party, some said that he had been a representative of the National Convention, others that this old man had voted to sentence the king to death.Corona pushed forward to find Courfeyrac.

"Do you know M. Mabeuf?" she asked him. "He was a revolutionary?"

"It's the first time I know that today, too," said Courfeyrac, seeming a little perplexed, "but I dare say he is not a representative of the Convention. I know him as a bibliophile priest."

Corona thought of the big empty bookcase she had seen.She sighed, then pulled herself together again. "Then we are revolutionizing for them," she replied.

She didn't intend to stop Father Ma Bai and persuade him to go back.On the one hand, Courfeyrac had clearly made such futile attempts; on the other hand, if he intended to join the revolution, she had no intention of interfering with such wishes.But she still quickened her pace and squeezed to the position almost at the front of the line, not too far from Ma Baifu.Enjolras and Combeferre also walked there side by side, leading the procession with solemn faces.Corona walked beside them with a smile on her face.

It was a kind of smile that she didn't even notice, and it was the expression of a happy mood from the bottom of her heart.She walked lightly on the slogans of the people, on the distant rumble of muskets and cannons, through Glass Factory Street, through Piet Street, through Saint-Merry, to St. At the intersection of Ni Street and Machang Street.

This area was all too familiar to them, and Collins was just around the corner.Coincidentally, when they were thinking of this, Bossuet leaned out from the window on the second floor of Collins and shouted at them. "Come here! It's a good location! Let's build the barricade here!" he cried.

A large number of people poured into the alley, and immediately washed the whole street into pieces.People dug up paving stones, smashed street lamps, stopped horse-drawn carriages, pulled up iron fences along the roadside, and built this temporary fortification with everything that was at hand.Enjolras opened the slab doors of the cellar, and took out the empty wine barrels that the widow Hucheleau had owned, and used them to support the lime barrels.It was seen from the little barricades behind Swan Street. "Get some here!" he yelled, shaking his arms.

Corona turned from the edge of the main barricade and jumped to help.Both barricades abut Corinth, forming a quadratic form; the larger one blocks the Rue Machang, and the smaller one blocks the Rue de Mondour, on the other side of the Rue de Swan, so that those who stand on the edge of the two barricades, Although they are very close, they are blocked by the house and cannot see each other.When Corona rolled the empty wine barrels to the small barricade, she saw the tall figure who had been busy for a while.

This took her by surprise.She stopped at her feet, threw away the barrel in her hand, and quickly pulled out the pistol/gun with her right hand without hesitation.But she lightly rested her finger on the safety of the gun, but hesitated for a moment, and did not remove the safety immediately.She just stood there motionless for half a minute, becoming a still point on the busy and noisy barricade, but fortunately no one noticed such a small incongruity.After half a minute, she made up her mind and walked behind the big figure with big strides.The man had just placed a paving stone, and when he straightened up, he felt the muzzle of the gun against his back.

"Investigator Javert, we meet again." Corona said from behind, "Now please turn right."

Javert calmly straightened up slowly and walked towards the right alley.Corona walked behind him with the gun pointed at him.The small barricade originally occupied the main road at the intersection, but after only two or three steps, the two people turned into another alley without attracting attention.Corona retracted the muzzle of her gun, and abruptly drew back a step.Javert turned to look at her, very composed, though his hands were empty and he could see no weapon.

"You're among the mob," he said with an air of contempt.

"You and I have our own beliefs, so there's no need to say more." Corona said, her muzzle did not waver, "But I still agree that you are a good police officer, perhaps better than most of the police officers I have seen, I don't want to kill you. Please leave and don't come again."

Javert approached half a step forward without the slightest fear, Corona did not retreat, but raised the muzzle of the gun slightly upwards.Her hands are steady. "Perhaps you have a chance of winning in a fight with me for the gun. But you are underestimating the barricade if you think you can get out after killing me here."

In his heart, Javert had to admit that she was right.He stood where he was and did not move forward: it was his duty to sabotage the uprising, but it was not his duty to die knowingly that he was invincible.He examined the girl in front of him with those tiger-like eyes. "Even if you let me go today, I will report you after I go out." He declared.

"It's up to you." Corona even smiled, "We either win today—then we will become the makers of new laws; or we fail—we will sacrifice here. No matter what the result is, I There is nothing to be afraid of. You just tell your secret."

Javert's eyes flicked over her hand/gun, and for a second he seemed to be still thinking about the possibility of taking the gun, then he straightened his shoulders, folded his hands on his chest, and resumed the policeman's posture, facing Walk slowly outside the alley.The crowd that rushed in just now has caused the surrounding residents to flee into their homes in panic, and there is no one else in this alley.

"Mr. Javert," said Coronne behind him, "the same thing happened in the Great Revolution and the July Revolution not long ago—the one who was declared a criminal by the law one day became a criminal the next day." Makers of laws. He who sits high on the bench one day is found guilty the next. Do you really believe that such laws are the divine will of God?"

Javert ignored her.Corona slowly backed up to the corner of the street. When Javert's figure turned around the corner and was out of sight, she closed the safety of her pistol/gun, stuffed the gun into her pocket, and returned to the barricade in full swing.

The author has something to say: In the last chapter, I wrote about Ma Baifu’s father-in-law. After I updated it, I found that there was a harmonious word that hadn’t been changed.

I obviously haven't written anything yet! ! ! ! !

So the next part of the barricade battle makes me feel a little worried... If there are unexpected situations such as broken updates, locked badges, and blocked during this period, please don't worry, I will find a way to solve it...

Some sentences in this chapter (about 100 words) are quoted from the original work of Les Miserables.