Chapter 51: , Playing with fire

　　 When the militiamen besieging the Bastille understood it, the defenders of the Bastille had also recovered. The explosion just now scared them. But because of this, they fought back even harder. As a result, the militia has increased a lot of casualties in the following period of time.
　　 At this moment, there was a cheer from behind the militiamen.
　　 "The artillery is here! The real artillery is here!"
　　 It turned out that at this time, the National Guard prepared by the Marquis of Lafayette finally arrived.
　　 The arrival of the National Self-Defense Forces completely changed the situation. Although the big explosion just now caused heavy casualties to the militia, it also caused considerable damage to the walls of the Bastille. Now, this road is not a strong wall, I am afraid it can't stop the attack of the shells.
　　 But when the National Self-Defense Forces dragged the cannon over, de Lornet was not too panicked. Because of the level of artillery of the militias, he had just seen it-at such a long distance, they could not hit anything except the earth.
　　 But as soon as the artillery over there opened fire, de Lonet knew he was in trouble, because the first shell accurately hit the bottom of the city wall.
　　As the shells hit the city wall, a burst of dust rose up on the city wall, but fortunately, the city wall has not collapsed yet.
　　 "Really hit? They got lucky?" De Lorne opened his eyes wide.
　　 Yes, until now, de Lonet still attributed this successful shelling by the National Guard to luck. But soon, he changed his mind, because the cannon on the opposite side fired another shot in a short period of time and hit again. This shot also made a small piece of stubborn collapse.
　　 "Hurry up, raise the white flag! We surrender!" De Looney shouted. Obviously, it is by no means the so-called "militias" who are now firing at them. They can fire again in such a short period of time and can fight so accurately. This is definitely not a militia. Trained artillery!
　　 The current state of the city walls can no longer withstand several shelling. For this, De Lorne only needs to look at the crack that can put a fist through the entire city wall. After a few more shelling attacks, the city wall would definitely collapse, and then tens of thousands of "mobs" from outside rushed in. The more than a hundred people inside would definitely not be able to stop it. If you don't surrender before they rush in, I'm afraid everyone will be dead.
　　 So the white flag was raised, the gate was opened, and the soldiers dropped their rifles from the wall. The militiamen around suddenly cheered.
The militiamen of the 　　 brigade rushed in through the open gate, exited the negotiators (in fact, these people were not persecuted at all), and dragged out the "king's running dogs". They all these people and prepared to them to the city hall for trial.
　　 But the team that escorted them only walked a few hundred meters, and more people surrounded them. These people yelled at the "tyrants' lackeys" including De Lorne. One of the cooks was extremely vicious.
　　 De Loney has never been insulted by such a pariah, so he immediately yelled at him.
"You untouchable, humble bug, you dare to speak such rude words to a nobleman! One day, you thugs, all will be punished! Your Majesty the King will hang you all on the street lamp pole, just It's like hanging a dog!"
　　 De Loone obviously forgot what kind of situation he was in now. He thought that as a nobleman, even if he was captured, he would receive preferential treatment. His words immediately angered the surrounding "untouchables", and the chef even pulled out his kitchen knife.
"You parasite!" the chef roared, "You have killed so many people, do you still want to continue riding on the people's head and dominate the people? Do you want to continue to slaughter the people? Shall we hang up the street lights? I will hang your head up today!"
　　 After speaking, the chef rushed up with a knife. De Lorne's hands were tied up, and he couldn't resist at all. He dodged while asking for help from the militia escorting him. But the militiamen ignored it at all, and instead took a step back to make room for the chef to work.
　　 The chef grabbed De Lorne by the hair and slammed him to the ground.
　　 "You can't do this, I am a nobleman, I..." De Looney shouted. But his voice stopped immediately, because the chef stepped on his chest with one foot, and he couldn't breathe.
　　 "Save..."
　　 "Kill this bad thing!"
"kill him!"
　　 The people around roared.
　　 The chef grabbed De Lorne’s hair with one hand and raised the kitchen knife with the other...
　　 Obviously, the chef's knives are good. Although he was only holding a small knife, he quickly cut off De Lonet's head. A militiaman with a spear came over and said, "Put his head on the spear, and let everyone see the fate of the tyrant's lackey!"
　　 Everyone heard it all over and applauded. The militiaman put De Lornet's head on his spear and raised it high...
　　 "Let's make two more turns in Paris, and let everyone see the fate of the tyrant's lackey!" People shouted.
　　 "There are these guys, like the lackeys of tyrants, you can't let them go!" Someone pointed to the other prisoners and shouted.
　　In the original history, after the Bastille was conquered, except for the death of Warden de Lornet, the other defenders who surrendered were not killed. But this time, because of the self-defeating blast, the casualties of the militiamen were much greater than in history. The number of people who died in the big bang alone was more than 300. In the original history, there were only more than 100 casualties. .
　　 Greater casualties brought more fear, but also more anger and rage. So dozens of captured soldiers were killed, most of them Swiss as mercenaries. Because everyone believes that they came to Paris to slaughter and plunder the people of Paris.
　　 The heads of these Swiss people were also chopped off on the spot and inserted into spears.
　　 Former second lieutenant of the artillery, now second Lieutenant Yu Lan, the artillery company commander of the National Self-Defense Army, looked at all this coldly, neither participating nor stopping.
　　 "There is another guy it too!" someone shouted again.
　　 "Who?" people asked.
"Fressel! He gave us false news. He said there was a lot of gunpowder in the Bastille. However, there was so little gunpowder in the Bastille! He must be the king’s lackey. He attracted us to the Bastille. There must be something. Conspiracy!" someone shouted.
　　 "Then we will kill him!" More people shouted.
　　 "He told us last time that there were a lot of weapons on Richelieu Street, but there was nothing there. He must have a problem!"
　　 "Kill him, kill him!"
　　Fressel is the mayor of Paris. Aristocratic origin, some people say that he was closely related to the Count of Artois (the younger brother of Louis XVI, one of the extreme conservatives). Of course, this rumor has no basis. It is only at this time that everyone tends to believe this rumor.
　　 Lieutenant Yulan and the others continued to watch with cold eyes. Anyway, Fleser is not a friend of the Marquis of Lafayette. Such a person controls the Paris City Hall, which is not a good thing-at least for the Marquis of Lafayette, who is preparing to integrate the power of Paris. .
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　　 "What are these people doing?" Lucien looked at the militiamen marching with spears high outside the barricade in amazement. They wore human heads on the spears in their hands.
　　 "They are venting their fears with terror." Joseph covered Louis' eyes with one hand, preventing him from seeing the terrible things, and said to Lucien.
　　 "Use terror to vent your fears?" Lucien did not understand Joseph's meaning.
"Lucien, think about it. Where are the recent terrible rumors most likely to come from? Are they really coming from the trousers who can't even write their own names?" Joseph There was no answer ~EbookFREE.me~ instead, he asked.
"How is this possible?" Lucien shook his head. "Those rumors that come alive and involve many things are not known to those without trousers. There are many people who can only be very familiar with the inside story. Made up."
　　 "Look at those rumors again. What are these rumors talking about? What kind of emotions are spreading?" Joseph asked again.
"It's nothing more than the king bringing mercenaries to Paris to bloodbath or something." Lucien shook his head. "It's terrible, but Paris is so important to France. Bloodbaths Paris? That's just to scare people. Without Paris, what is France in Europe?"
"But the trousers don't know. They all thought it was true. Their hearts were full of fear and anger. They were afraid of being slaughtered and looted, and they were also angry because they were innocent to suffer such a fate." Joseph said, "This fear and anger gives them the power to act. Some people feel that they can guide and control such power, and can use such power to achieve their goals. Haha..."
　　 "What are you laughing at?" Lucien asked.
"I laugh that some people are playing with fire." Joseph said, "Using rumors to make people scared, and then using fear to drive others, although it is really cheap in terms of cost. However, the power generated by fear and anger is right and wrong. The power of rationality. The power of irrationality is hard to control. It is like Mr. Lavoisier’s nitroglycerin. If you are not careful or controlled, you can blow yourself to pieces with a bang."
　　 "Then what shall we do?" Lucien asked.
　　 "Look more, think more," Joseph replied.