The sun is drooping, and the night is shrouding the earth. Citizens in northern Paris are looking forward to the news of victory. Almost everyone does not doubt that victory will come to Paris tonight. After all, 20,000 people will beat 2,000 people, how can this lose?

At around seven o'clock in the evening, a fast horse suddenly ran from the north, and on the back was a soldier from the Self-Defense Force who reported the news.

"Get out of the way, let out the way... The army is coming back soon... It's coming back soon..."

"Has we won? Did we win..." Before the soldiers could answer, someone in the crowd cheered excitedly.

"It must be a victory. The cavalry who came back reported the news instead of the fleeing defeated soldiers... This shows that our army has returned in an established manner..."

"Long live! Long live the Republic!"

The young soldier on the horse's back had a blood-red face. He didn't know what to say, but he wouldn't let the way out without saying anything.

"Anyway... we have no casualties anyway... we really have no casualties..."

The soldiers were right, of course they had no casualties, and only the hundreds of soldiers who fainted from heatstroke finally woke up in a few handfuls of cold water.

The citizens who got the answer finally cheered. They made a small path and let the soldier with a flushed face leave. Everyone had only one thought in their hearts.

We have no casualties, so how could we be defeated in the battle?

The old bar has been changed into a temporary conference room of the left. When the soldiers reported the real war here, the hall suddenly became as quiet as if it were dead.

The wall clock on the wall ticked and Bronki frowned, "You mean... this battle didn't start... You were all fooled by cavalry all day?"

"Yes... the enemy just feints and retreats again and again, then interspersed and retreated again, even surrounded and set fire to retreat... endlessly running..."

"All the soldiers had no water to drink and no food to eat. The number of people suffering from heatstroke in a day reached more than 700... It's so miserable!"

"If Chief Deleklüz hadn't gone to negotiate in person, we might not have come back yet..."

"Not good..." Louis Michel, the feminist fighter, jumped up suddenly. "There are too many journalists in the Shapele Gate. Will the Provisional Government take advantage of this incident to attack?"

Is this still necessary? It is absolutely true! The workers' leaders present quickly ordered the photojournalists around Schapellemen to be expelled and try to suppress the situation.

But it was too late. At this moment, 20,000 Self-Defense Force soldiers had already walked into the Chapelle Gate in a mighty manner. The people cheered, and 40,000 to 50,000 Parisian citizens were crowded on both sides of the road and cheered at the "victory" army.

Frankel and Deleklüz's face were red with shame. They hid in the team and did not dare to look at the citizens at all. The soldiers who had been working hard all day were dejected and said nothing.

"How is the battle situation? How many enemies were killed? How many weapons were seized?"

"Have you discovered the Prussians? Or is it only the Chinese..."

"Where are the prisoners? What about your prisoners after victory..."

The more people asked, the more ashamed these soldiers became. They didn't know how to answer, and just kept their mouths shut and rushed to the road!

The National Self-Defense Force is actually an upgraded version of the militia. They do not have fixed military camps to live in. When a group of troops enters the city, the leader of the team quickly ordered the disbandment.

The soldiers in the camp were carrying weapons, and when they lowered their heads, they ran home without answering no matter how the people around them asked.

All of this was discovered by reporters sent by the Provisional Government. They began to record these scenes with a smile on their lips. The printing factory at night was waiting for these heavy materials to be put into the pot.

At this moment, a large number of soldiers from the Workers' Self-Defense Force rushed out, "Don't take photos... Everyone is disbanded... Restore order... Be careful of the enemy's sneak attack on the city gate..."

"Who said you, what about you! Don't take photos again..."

It was not until this time that people realized that all the news of victory was imagined by them.

Today we were greeted by the poor workers living in Montmartre and the East of Paris. Of course, they would not mock and insult their troops. When they heard that there was no victory, they quickly went home with a slapped look on their faces to comfort the soldiers who had been working hard for a day.

Before he even arrived for half an hour, the Shapele Gate was silent, leaving only garbage all over the ground and soldiers guarding the city.

"Damn it, what's the matter! Close the city gate and close the city gate immediately... Be careful of the enemy's sneak attack!"

Paris spent the whole night in uneasy mood. Blankey and others were sleeping all night looking for a good way to break the deadlock. They knew very well that the enemies in Paris were far more terrifying than those outside the city.

Xiao Letian does not kill anyone, but it does not mean that the provisional government will not kill anyone!

But the countermeasures can never be imagined in a short time. For the sake of the present, only by gathering strength and relying on the protection of 300,000 troops.

The attacks of Thiers and others were very sharp. The next morning, the streets of Paris were covered with outlines, and all the pens and inks were directly aimed at the left-wing representatives of Blankey and others.

"The world is ridiculous! Did the 20,000 elite National Self-Defense Forces return to the city after just a trip in front of two thousand Chinese cavalry?"

"Shock! The first time in history there was a war without dead people broke out, right in Bobini!"

"What's the conspiracy? Why is the Chinese army just siege and not fighting? Is there any secret agreement between the two sides?"

"Who is the traitor? What kind of secret agreement has been reached with the invaders?"

The city was filled with posts from outside the account, and everyone was shocked by these sharp words, and the artillery fire was aimed at the workers and leaders such as Blankey.

There is only one attack point, you are definitely a traitor, otherwise why don’t the Chinese hit you?

You can't explain this principle! It's embarrassing to win 20,000 or more than 2,000, but it's still normal. There are also cases of winning with less and winning with more in history!

But why aren't you dead? Is this still a war? If it weren't for the internal collusion, I would have my eyes tied down and used as a snail for you!

Blankey and others were unable to retaliate with dirty water. Only then did people realize the power of the head of state. Not killing people is not a manifestation of cowardice.

Instead of killing people, it can cause huge rifts within the enemy and even civil wars!

Faced with all the public criticism, the left-wing newspapers were not willing to be outdone. They began to analyze this bizarre war from a military perspective, and they began to explain what the gap between the two sides was.

On one side is an elite regular army, with sufficient war horses and abundant supplies, while on the other side are infantry relying on both legs, and there is a serious lack of supplies.

Such a gap is fatal in the wild fighting!

As for why the head of state of the East did not order an attack, the explanations of these newspapers became empty and powerless.

"That's because the Chinese are afraid of the National Self-Defense Forces. They know that they have no chance of winning, so they dare not attack!"

This explanation is indeed far-fetched, but there is nothing we can do about it. The left-wing newspapers cannot admit that there is a secret agreement between them, right?

The newspapers began to exchange fire with verbal battles, and the National Self-Defense Forces in the city were also ready for combat. Montmartre Heights and the East Paris began to build street fortresses, and they began to guard against black guns of those with ulterior motives!
Chapter completed!