When the militiamen besieged the Bastille came to the scene, the defenders of the Bastille had recovered. The explosion just now scared them. However, because of this, they counterattacked even more fiercely. As a result, in the period after that, many casualties were added to the militia.

At this moment, a cheer came from behind the militia.

"The artillery is here! The real artillery is here!"

It turned out that at this time, the National Self-Defense Forces prepared by Marquis Lafayette finally arrived.

The arrival of this National Self-Defense Force completely changed the situation. Although the big explosion just now caused major casualties to the militia, it also caused considerable damage to the city wall of the Bastille. Now, this city wall, which is not very strong, may not be able to withstand the attack of shells.

However, when the National Self-Defense Forces dragged the cannons over, De Lone was not too panicked. Because the militia's artillery level was, he had just seen that at such a long distance, they could not hit anything except the earth.

But as soon as the artillery fired, De Lone knew that he was in trouble, because the first shell hit the bottom of the city wall accurately.

As the shells hit the city wall, a burst of dust suddenly rose from the city wall. Fortunately, the city wall had not collapsed yet.

"Really hit? They were lucky?" De Lone opened his eyes wide.

Yes, until now, De Lone still attributed the successful shelling of the National Self-Defense Army to luck. But soon, he changed his mind because the cannon on the opposite side fired another shot in a very short time and hit it again. This shot also caused a small piece of stubbornness to collapse.

"Quick, raise the white flag! Let's surrender!" De Lone shouted. Obviously, the one who is firing at them now is definitely not the so-called "militia". It can fire again in such a short time and can also fight so accurately. This is definitely not the militia. This is a well-trained artillery here!

The current state of the city wall can no longer withstand several shellings. De Lone only knows this by looking at the cracks that can put a fist into the entire city wall. With a few more shellings, the city wall will definitely collapse. Then, tens of thousands of "mobs" outside rushed in, and the more than 100 people here alone would definitely not be able to stop it. If they did not surrender before they rushed in, I am afraid that everyone would be dead by then.

So the white flag was raised, the gate was opened, and the soldiers threw their rifles from the city wall. The militia around immediately cheered.

The brigade of militia rushed in through the open gate and came out the negotiator (in fact, these people were not persecuted at all), and dragged out the "kings of the king". They tied up all of these people and prepared to escort them to the town hall for trial.

But the escort team only walked a few hundred meters, and more people gathered around. These people shouted and scolded the "tyrant's lackeys" including De Lone. One of the chefs scolded them extremely viciously.

De Loneko had never been insulted by such a pariah, so he immediately cursed back.

"You damn untouchables, a humble bug, you dare to speak so rudely to a nobleman! One day, all of you thugs will be punished! His Majesty the King will hang you all on the street lamp pole, just like hanging a dog!"

De Lone obviously forgot what situation he was in now. He thought that as a nobleman, even if he was captured, he would be treated preferentially. His words immediately angered the "untouchables" around him, and the chef even pulled out his kitchen knife.

"You damn parasite!" the chef roared, "You have killed so many people. Do you still want to continue to ride on the people's heads and act as a blessing? Do you still want to continue to massacre the people? Want to hang us on street lights? I will hang your head first today!"

After saying that, the chef rushed up with a knife. De Lone's hands were tied up and he could not resist at all. While dodging, he asked the militia who was escorting him for help. But the militia ignored it at all, but instead took a step back so as to give the chef room to work.

The chef grabbed De Lone's hair and pulled him to the ground hard.

"You can't do this, I'm a nobleman, I..." de Lone shouted. But his voice stopped immediately, because the chef stepped on his chest, making him unable to breathe.

"save……"

"Kill this bad thing!"

"Kill him!"

The people around him were roaring.

The chef grabbed De Lone's hair with one hand and raised the kitchen knife with the other...

Obviously, the chef had good knife skills. Although he was holding only a small knife, he quickly cut off De Lone's head. A militia holding a spear came over and said, "Put his head on the spear, so that everyone can see what the tyrant's lackey will end!"

Everyone applauded after hearing this. The militia inserted De Lone's head into his spear and raised it high...

"Let's go around Paris twice to see what the tyrant's lackey ended up!" people shouted.

"There are also these guys who are tyrants, and they cannot be let go!" someone shouted at other prisoners.

In the original history, after the Bastille was conquered, except for the warden de Lone, the other surrendered defenders were not killed. But this time, because of the self-defeated blast, the casualties of the militia were much greater than in history. More than 300 people died in the big explosion alone, while in the original history, there were only more than 100 militias killed and injured.

The greater casualties brought more fear, more anger and rage. So dozens of captured soldiers were killed, most of them Swiss as mercenaries. Because everyone believed that they came to Paris to massacre and rob the people of Paris.

The heads of these Swiss people were also cut off on the spot and inserted into the spear.

The former artillery lieutenant and the current artillery company commander of the National Self-Defense Army, Lieutenant Yu Lan, looked at all this coldly, neither participating nor stopping.

"There is another guy who deserves to die!" someone shouted again.

"Who?" people asked.

"Fleiser! He gave us false news, and he said that there was a lot of gunpowder in Bastille. However, there was so little gunpowder in Bastille! He must be the king's lackey. He attracted us to Bastille, and there must be some conspiracy!" someone shouted.

"Then let's kill him!" more people shouted.

"Last time he told us that there were a lot of weapons on the Richelieu Street, but there was nothing there. He must have a problem!"

"Kill him, kill him!"

Flexel was the mayor of Paris. He was a noble family and some people said that he had a close relationship with the Earl of Artowa (Louis XVI's younger brother, one of the extreme conservatives). Of course, this rumor was not based. It was just that at this time, everyone was inclined to believe this rumor.

Lieutenant Yulan and the others continued to watch coldly. Anyway, Fleiser was not a friend of the Marquis of Lafayette. Such a person controlled the Paris City Hall, and it was not a good thing at least for the Marquis of Lafayette who was preparing to integrate the power of Paris.

...

"What are these people doing?" Lucien looked in shock at the militiamen who were parading with spears high above the barricade. The spears in their hands were all wearing heads.

"They are venting their fears with horror." Joseph said to Lucien while covering Louis' eyes with one hand, preventing him from looking at the terrible things.

"Use terror to vent your fear?" Lucien didn't understand what Joseph meant.

"Lucion, think about it. Where are the terrible rumors that have come from most recently? Did they really come from those trousers who can't even write their own names?" Joseph asked instead of answering.

"How is this possible?" Lucien shook his head. "These rumors are vivid and involved are not known to those trousers without trousers. There are many that can only be fabricated by people who are very familiar with various inside stories."

"Look at the rumors again, what are the rumors saying? What kind of emotions are spreading?" Joseph asked again.

"It's just that the king wants to bring mercenaries to slaughter Paris," Lucien shook his head and said, "It's terrible, but Paris is so important to France. To slaughter Paris? That's just a scare. If Paris is gone, what is France in Europe?"

"But the trousers don't know. They all think it's true. Their hearts are filled with fear and anger. They are afraid of being massacred and robbed, and they are also angry because they are innocent of suffering such fate." Joseph said, "This fear and anger give them the power to act. Some people feel that they can guide, control such power, and use such power to achieve their goals. Haha..."

"What are you laughing at?" Lucien asked.

"I laughed at some people playing with fire," said Joseph. "Using rumors to make people fear and then use fear to drive others, although it is indeed very cheap in terms of cost. But the power generated by fear and anger is an irrational force. The power of irrational force is difficult to control, just like Mr. Lavoisier's nitroglycerin. If you accidentally, if you don't control it well, you can blow yourself to pieces with a bang."

"What should we do?" Lucien asked.
Chapter completed!