Death is sometimes a relief. For people living like Michelle, disaster has just begun!

After being captured, Michelle was imprisoned in prison and suffered cruel torture. After the war, she was sentenced publicly again!

Louis Michelle rejected any lawyer's defense in court and demanded a quick death "My whole body and mind were dedicated to the social revolution, and I was responsible for all the actions I had done..."

"I ask to die on the execution ground like other comrades who were executed by gunfire. If you let me live, I will continue to organize revenge. I will continue to arouse all those suffering in the whole country to declare war on you again!"

Michelle's crazy court speech shocked the whole country. Victor Hugo, who received the news, even wrote a poem for her, "Greater than a Man"

Due to the great pressure from all walks of life and the French government also wanted to try its best to bridge the social rift, Michelle was not sentenced to exile instead.

The red female warrior was exiled to New Caledonia in the Pacific Ocean, and on this wild island, the red warrior still did not stop preaching.

She even went deep into the Karnak native tribe to teach language, including his revolutionary perspective on world harmony.

It is really dramatic. With her influence, the indigenous people on New Caledonia actually launched a great uprising against white colonists!

Of course the uprising would not be successful, but the influence of this red female warrior also shocked the French government at that time!

Ten years later, Michelle was pardoned and returned to China. In her later years, she continued to promote revolutionary ideals and wrote books and biography.

After she finally died of illness in the Marseille in poverty, Parisian citizens took her body back to Paris and held a grand funeral!

Michel was captured, Deleklüz and Raulligao were killed in battle, and other commune leaders also reached the end of their lives.

Vallan and Duval were at the command center of Vendom Square. When they heard the news of their comrades' death one after another, they silently put bullets on the pistol.

"Perform the final plan!"

"Yes, it should be executed. No matter how late it is, there will be no chance..."

"We failed!"

"Yes, we failed, but it doesn't matter. Our corpses are paving the way for later generations, and it makes sense!"

"Then let's do this, let's take action separately!"

"Farewell to comrades!"

"Farewell to brother!"

Vallan and Duval each brought three hundred elite commune troops and issued the final Paris city burning order!

"All the commune soldiers! Ignite all buildings representing the decaying old world and let the raging fire purify this dirty city!"

"I would rather see them die than leave them to the enemy! Set fire to the city!"

The last order of the commune was to completely destroy Paris, and the raging fire began to burn from various important landmark buildings in Paris.

The Ministry of the Interior, the Ministry of Justice, the Paris City Hall...even the ornate shops on both sides of the Champs-Elysées were burned!

Duval led the team and even rushed to the Paris Opera House. The gorgeous opera house was made of walnut and oak with countless exquisite carvings, and velvet sofas were piled up in the hall in a mess.

The huge curtain is three stories high! After pouring kerosene on it, it will be a huge torch!

"Set fire... set fire... burn all this..."

The flames licked the curtain and rushed upwards. The soldiers of the commune shuttled back and forth in the opera house, and the torches lit everything that could burn.

Black smoke emerged from all the gaps in the windows, and the entire opera house was like a demon who was spitting out clouds and mist!

"The buildings around the Champs Elysees cannot be spared... they are all burned!"

Just as Duval commanded the fire began, the sound of horses suddenly came from afar, and the cavalry of the government began to chase the arsonists all over the city.

"Don't kill! Anyone who arsons kills!"

The cavalry lined up in dense formations and launched a charge, and soon pierced through Duval's team like a bayonet!

The sharp sabers slashed between the heads, and the French infantry surrounded on both wings began to cover and shoot, layers of corpses covered the streets, and soon Duval was dispersed by the cavalry.

The three blades on his back continued to bleed, and Duval could no longer stand. His eyes were getting dark, and he knew that the blood was about to dry out.

"Haha...hehe...you can't kill all of us, you can never kill all of us poor!"

"The fire is not enough to burn today... In the next hundred years... two hundred years... even forever, Paris will be filled with fire!"

"Hahaha...this fire will never go out..."

When Duval was dying, he took off the last * in his waist, and then smashed it hard on his head. The glass slag pierced the skin, and blood and kerosene flowed down.

The torch ignited himself, and Duval turned himself into a fireman, and rushed to the nearest cavalry captain, holding him tightly with both hands.

"Then... let's die together!"

The fire engulfed the two of them, and screams spread far across the street.

Duval burned the Champs-Elysées and the Paris Opera House, and also set himself on fire.

Valland was even more cruel than him. This staunch commune soldier led his troops to Napoleon III's lair, the Duille Palace!

The Duille Palace, built in 1559, was right in front of you, with the silky flesh on Valland's face jumping straight, "It's here, and the Louvre behind it, the enemy's base camp...can't be kept, let him disappear in this world!"

"Set fire! Burn all this..."

The red-eyed soldiers rushed into the palace like tigers and wolves. They carried asphalt, tar, kerosene, torches, etc. and started ignition immediately, regardless of how many cultural relics there were in the palace.

The entire wall is as big as an oil painting depicts the conquest of the god of war Napoleon, but it is splashed with tar, and the flames are grilling the characters on the oil painting, looking ferocious.

The statue was pushed, the porcelain was smashed, the exquisite furniture of three hundred years of history was ignited, and thick smoke rolled up!

The exquisite patterned wallpaper began to deform and sparks emerged under the scorching heat, and the glass crystal vessels stimulated by the hot and cold began to explode and make a crisp sound.

Looking at the scene in front of him, Vallan laughed excitedly and said, "Burn! Burn! Only by destroying an old world can a new world be born from the ashes!"

"Go towards the Louvre and burn me wherever..."

The Duille Palace is only more than 250 meters away from the Louvre, and there are flower corridors connected to each other, but this distance of more than 200 meters saved the Louvre's life!

When the flames on the Champs Elysees were lit, Marshal McMahon guessed what the commune was going to do. The shocked marshal immediately ordered the entire army to put out the fire and protect the landmark buildings.

The Louvre and the Duille Palace are of course the top priority!

Unfortunately, when the army arrived, thick smoke was already coming out of the Duille Palace, and countless commune soldiers were charging towards the Louvre!

"God! Are they all crazy? Get a machine gun...strike!"
Chapter completed!