Leconte's death dispelled the last illusion of peace talks between the two sides. Without Blanc's suppression, the militants within the Paris Commune became even more arrogant.

Vallan, Duval, Raulligao... and others, who control a large number of troops, are ready to fight to the death with the enemy.

And moderate leaders such as Deleklüz and Michel were also ineffective at this moment, so they could only regret that they shook their heads and threw themselves into the battle.

Michel stood at the gate of the command center and looked at the bodies lying beside the column of Vandom. Leconte was covered by a dirty bed sheet, and the wind blew the fabric. In a trance, it seemed as if Leconte was still breathing.

"I blame me. I really should have escorted the prisoners back in person... Why did I neglect it? Damn it..."

Just as Michel was blaming himself, Raul Rigao walked over to her and said, "Take it down, stop fantasizing... I don't like your romantic feelings the most!"

"What can Leconte be alive? So what if he exchanged his teacher back? Can this war be avoided?"

"It's a big mistake. Class struggle is irreconcilable... Even if the teacher comes back and has a short truce of one or two months, he will still have to kill you and the death when he turns back!"

"It's just one day earlier or one day later... I've seen through it!"

"Let's fight, the only way to fight is to fight now! Kill the enemy to the terror, and they will completely lose the courage to fight with us!"

"Soldiers, follow me to charge!"

The entire Montmartre Heights and the entire Paris have become boiling porridge pots, and everyone has become rice grains tormented by flames and boiling soup. The civil war has officially begun!

The horns of declaration of war were heard one after another in the city, and all the soldiers of the National Self-Defense Force began to gather, and they ran out of their homes, carrying rifles and ammunition.

Those who don’t have a rifle also have at least a bayonet or saber, even an engineer’s shovel is a weapon that can be fought!

The children began to use their flexible and young bodies to walk around the streets and even enter the sewers, becoming communicators among the commune units.

The elderly and younger children began to gather in the core areas of Montmartre Heights to avoid enemy stray bullets!

Even women have been organized, and the women's fighting teams charge with the men, while more housewives have been organized, opening the sealed warehouse and taking out the strategic supplies that Blankey has treasured for a long time.

These aunts and girls were all stunned. The warehouses protected by heavy troops were filled with supplies, and there were countless food alone!

The flour bags were piled up like mountains, with ham and sausage hanging as dense as the jungle!

The huge cheese wheels that have not been cut are piled on the shelf, with dust and blue-green fluff on the surface. Some cheeses on the label have been around for more than ten years...

There is also the bacon piled on the dry haystack like firewood, which emits oily light like a hill!

"Oh my God! How come there is so much food? When will you eat it..." the freckled girl exclaimed, covering her mouth and marveling.
Chapter completed!