[Masterpiece Les Miserables] Paris Sparks

At dawn, the final battle began.

A mighty force stormed the barricades, and bullets rained down on their bunkers.The endless soldiers ran, forming a torrent of flesh and blood to wash away the last line of defense of the barricade.Here there is no distinction between sex and status: anyone who is alive has to become a whirlwind in the ferocious battle.In the fiercest battles it is difficult to maintain individual independence, and a man is drawn into battle as a drop of water is drawn into a wave.Perhaps because of this, they still shouted and talked and laughed loudly amidst the loud roar of shells, reminding themselves with the last bit of ease and calmness that there was a noble and great ideal behind this killing.

Courfeyrac was headless. "Where have you got your hat?" Bossuet asked him.Courfeyrac replied: "They keep firing."

Fighting is almost seamless.Only at [-] o'clock in the morning, because the army had to prepare its formation, the army relaxed a little bit to attack, and the insurgents took advantage of this precious time to reload their bullets.Enjolras caught a glimpse of Corona loading a few bullets into the pistol, then she lowered her head and closed her eyes briefly.

"Are you tired?" he asked.

Corona shook her head.When she raised her head towards him, her eyes were indeed shining, and she didn't look tired.On the contrary, the imminent death became her heartbeat, making her full of energy. "I'm praying."

"Pray for what?"

"If there is a God, if God is merciful, don't let my father see this scene in heaven."

Their short conversation was soon forced to end, and before they even had time to touch each other's fingers, those two pairs of white and graceful hands clenched the gun again and pulled the trigger.But the army loomed relentlessly, trampling on the flesh and blood of fallen soldiers.The barricades were filled with shrapnel, as if covered by a snowstorm.Finally, around nine o'clock in the morning, the troops scaled the barricades.

Hand-to-hand combat started, hand-to-hand/gun shooting, long/knife slashing, fist punching, far away, close up, from above, from below, everywhere, from the roof, from the hotel window, several people got in Basement, shot from the vent hole.In the chaos, it was impossible to distinguish between comrades in arms and enemies. Corona ran out of bullets in her pistol/gun, so she picked up a long knife that was left behind by someone, and blindly met every attack with the blade.

Could there still be a gap between men and women in the fiercest battles?Could it be that those soldiers could still see clearly that she was a girl in the flesh and blood, so they despised her, or pitied her, or was it simply that she was lucky enough?But she was not cut down in the first wave of attacks.She backed up step by step, and finally her back was pressed against something cold and hard—she retreated to the base of the residential building wall on the side of the barricade.

She raised her knife and stabbed forcefully into the chest of a soldier in front of her.In this kind of madness, every killing seems to be just the movement of raising and lowering the knife. She didn't even wipe off the blood splashed on her hands and face, but just used the short gap to quickly glance from one section of the barricade to the other .Enjolras was still standing at one end of the barricade, fighting bravely, but the middle could no longer hold and began to crumble. There were rebels and soldiers fighting in every part of the barricade, and Corona couldn't tell them apart from a quick glance. own comrades.But she found at least two people—Courfeyrac and Bossuet, both fell on their backs, Courfeyrac's hair was scattered all over the floor, and the point of a bayonet could be seen protruding from Bossuet's chest , the blade broke in his body.

"Courfeyrac! Bossuet!" she cried, raising her long knife, knocking down a soldier in front of her, and rushing towards them with all her might.Combeferre was there too, and he had arrived earlier than she, stooping hastily to examine Courfeyrac--but when she was only a soldier between them, she saw with horror , a bayonet protruded from nowhere, and stabbed Combeferre in the back.

Combeferre said nothing.The bayonet was pulled/drawn/out, he shook it, and before he could even resist, he fell down.Coronne didn't even bother to assassinate the soldier in front of her, she just brushed past him and went straight to Combeferre and Courfeyrac.

That must be the fastest speed she has ever run in her life.She almost felt that she was not stepping on shrapnel and ruins, but on the wind, and the world was floating around her without any weight.She ran up to Combeferre, slammed him sideways with her body, raised the long knife in her hand, and slashed at the opposite soldier.

Her blade slashed into his neck, and a second fall of the bayonet pierced her chest.

Corona felt a coldness in her chest, and then it became hot, and blood flowed out.But she was not a man, and the soldier's knife was misaligned—the blade slipped on her silk underwear, and was deflected by her left breast belt, and missed the heart, so the death scythe did not quickly harvest her. life.And her knife cut off half of the neck of the opposite soldier, and the blade got stuck in the gap between his cervical vertebrae, and blood gushed out like a fountain.He let go, and fell backwards with her long knife.

Corona simply and neatly removed the bayonet pierced into her chest from the body of the gun.She didn't care why the soldiers behind her didn't attack her, but with a half-blade on her chest, she hurriedly bowed down to Combeferre, "Combeferre!"

Combeferre was still awake.He struggled to sit up with his hands, and his eyes fell on the half bayonet still stuck in Corona's chest. "Don't……"

During the fierce battle, Corona could barely hear what he said.She bent down low, gritted her teeth to resist a moment of dizziness, trying to distinguish his voice from the noisy shouts, "What?"

"Don't pull it out/out/out," gasped Combeferre. "Go and help Courfey...he's still alive."

"Don't talk." Corona gritted her teeth and stood up with mutual support, and began to push him towards the base of the wall - at least it was a little safer than other places.But she had just turned, and with a shaky step, Combeferre was taken from her by strong arms.Corona raised her head in a daze, and saw Marius.

... Marius?How...why is he here?Shouldn't he be... where?At least not here, she sent him away.But it was safe to deliver Combeferre to Marius.She turned to look for Courfeyrac--Combeferre said he was still alive.But as she bent over Courfeyrac, she began to feel colder and harder to breathe.Her legs gave way, and she fell to her knees beside him.

The noise on the battlefield seemed to be receding, she seemed to fall into the water, and her voice floated in her ears.Courfeyrac was half leaning against the inner side of the barricade, his face was pale, his eyes were half-closed, but he seemed to be conscious - when she looked at him, Courfeyrac's eyes blinked slowly, as if judging whether to give The person in front of him stabbed.He's alive, but he's going to die soon.Beside him lay Bossuet, calm and motionless, the color already gone from his lips.

They're all going to die soon.It seemed that there was no point in saving people at this moment, but Corona no longer had the energy to conduct rational analysis.What remained of her sanity understood one thing: she could no longer pull Courfellac up and drag her to the side against the wall.She herself would soon die, from a wound in her chest, or from bleeding.

In her last lucidity, she looked towards the end of the barricade.

She could only see the chaotic battlefield, the fighting figures and the ruins left by the battle blocked her vision.So she blindly grabbed something on the barricade to the side, and tried to stand up by climbing on it-her hand slipped, causing a sharp pain in her chest, but she finally managed to straighten her upper body .

Across the dark red blood and scorched ruins, and the rain of fireworks formed by exploding bullets, she saw a still bright blonde hair.

So she smiled.

Darkness engulfed the blond hair.Darkness engulfed her.

Here she will die.

Here they will walk to freedom side by side.

The author has something to say: [Unlock ending 1: Tomb full of dawn]

Too long to watch summary: They will survive! ! ! ! !

This can be regarded as a BE branch ending, but it’s okay if you can’t accept BE, please continue to follow the updates later, the final ending will be HE with both of them alive!

If you can accept BE, you can regard this article as the end here.

Of course, this article does not end here. If you want to watch HE, you are welcome to continue to follow. There will be a volume of The Count of Monte Cristo later, which will still be updated every other day.

But in my heart I think this can be seen as an ending.The latter HE is the ending I designed, and this... more or less feels like a naturally developed ending.

To be honest, it was very, very difficult for me to write this article, not only because of the tight time in the three-dimensional dimension and the difficulty of controlling the subject matter (so later I somewhat let go of the textual research and let myself go).A more important reason is: I am a loyal HE fan, and almost the whole purpose of writing fans is to give them a HE.

But when I started writing, I realized why many famous novels of that era are mostly tragedies: because sometimes, it seems that tragedy is the only ending.No matter how hard I try on every front, at the end of the day, the characters always seem to be sliding into the same abyss.In Hugo's words, it can only be blamed for "being born in the wrong era".

I asked myself, the golden finger I gave Corona was really opened to a level that can almost match Enjolras: she has a family background, wealth, beauty, and amazing talents in all aspects. career, making friends with nobles, painting, education, and even swordsmanship and marksmanship, as long as she learns, she can learn well.She even has the aura that the heroine often wears as a man, so no one can recognize the halo (...). Unless she becomes a magician, I really can't think of how this golden finger can be further upgraded.

But all these talents, all these abilities, are still not enough to get her out of the cage of the times.

It cannot be said that she has not struggled. She has spent her whole life learning things that girls are not supposed to learn, demanding equal rights with men. She can be an independent painter, go out on the street alone, and deal with friends of the opposite sex on an equal footing. Be a respectable friend rather than a dependent female companion. -- but all of this still comes with compromises.In order to become a painter, she had to work hard to integrate into the art salon at that time.In order to be able to travel alone and interact with the opposite sex, she must first make men's clothing to gain trust.Just like what she said to Jean Valjean before the barricade, in her life, only for a short moment in the barricade, she was truly "free to do what she wanted to do with her original face".

Of course she can survive.If people are going to keep watching, she will live on.But to live is just to go back to live in the cage.She can also live a peaceful and stable life, but this means that she still has to make friends with nobles as her umbrella, and still has to compromise and tolerate this society and this era.

Cosette and Fantine can live such a life, and feel that this is the highest happiness. They are used to this kind of social environment, so they don't feel it at all.Of course, for Corona, she can also feel happiness from an ordinary life, but this kind of happiness is always accompanied by restraint.In a way, she and Enjolras are the same people, neither of them can live their lives behind closed doors, ignoring the various injustices that exist in society.

So there are actually two choices for Corona's life: She can either choose to fight, fight for freedom, and die in freedom.Either she's been locked in a life of restraint, never really tasting freedom.Either way it's a tragedy.Comparing the two, it seems that the former is slightly better.

(Not to mention that I've given her Goldfinger to avoid potentially hundreds of tragic offshoots: she might not have been adopted by Caton and grew up in an orphanage; she might have been attracted to the aristocratic life and become one of the extravagant and depraved noble ladies may be deceived or assassinated because of a rich inheritance; may be cheated into a marriage and abandoned; may be set up in a transaction, and the family property may be lost; may be robbed, killed and defiled; may spend a lifetime in a muddle, never knowing Maybe I can have some lofty pursuit.)

(So ​​when I was writing the article, I really understood why there are so many tragedies in the famous novel...)

As for Enjolras, it goes without saying that Enjolras will definitely spend his whole life pursuing revolution and will fight to the death.If he survives, he will continue to join the revolution and continue to fight.And we all know that the prospects for the revolution are not as good as they expected at the time: the victory of the 1848 revolution lasted only a very, very short time; the French Third Republic was established in 1870; Failed; even if they lived a very, very long time, far exceeding the average life expectancy of the time, and survived the Paris Commune, they would not usher in the wonderful, bright 1871th century that Enjolras hoped for in his barricade speech .They would have World War I.

Is there really that much difference between dying on a barricade in 1832 and dying on a barricade in a later year?

So it's too difficult to give them a HE. I just can't write the ending of "they lived together happily ever after", because this era does not allow it, their own personalities and pursuits do not allow it.And these two people, no matter how talented and brilliant they are, cannot resist the general trend of historical development, and cannot force immature social conditions to mature decades in advance.

This article will not stop here. In fact, if it stops here, it will be a bad ending. Many sub-lines in the past have not been collected, such as many foreshadowings related to the Count of Monte Cristo.But I do feel in my heart that this is the outcome of a logical development.

As for the HE ending... In short, both of them will survive and will meet again in the end.Based on the previous analysis, I can only say that I will try my best to give the most HE in my mind ((((