Chapter 271 four years of boiling

There is nothing more peculiar than the initial riot of a riot.Everything erupted in full force at the same time.This was foreseen?Yes.Is this ready?no.Where did it happen?street.Where did it fall from?cloud.In one place the insurrection had the character of a conspiracy, in another it was improvised.The first to see can catch the common trend of the crowd and lead them along with him.At first there was terror in people's hearts, mixed with a kind of frightening elation.At first, there was a lot of noise, the shops were closed, and the products on display disappeared; then, there were scattered gunshots, pedestrians running, and the sound of gun butts hitting the big car doors. People heard some maids laughing in the yard behind the gate and said: "This is a big surprise!" It's lively."

In less than a quarter of an hour, these things happened almost simultaneously in twenty different places in Paris: In the Rue Sainte-Croix, twenty or so young men with beards and long hair went into a café and came out again, holding a horizontal tricolor flag with a black veil knotted in it. With weapons, one with a command knife, one with a rifle, and one with a spear. In the rue de Nonendier, a well-dressed bourgeois with a bulging stomach, a loud voice, a high forehead, a black beard, and a bald head, slanted to the left and right, openly fired his bullets at passers-by. Rue St. Peter Montmartre, some bare-armed people walking on the street holding a black flag with these white words written on the black flag: "Republic or death!" There were crowds of people waving flags on Manda Street and Manda Street. The gold letters on it read "District Division" and there was a serial number.On one side, there is a narrow strip of white between the red and blue, so narrow that it cannot be seen.

An arms factory on the boulevard Saint-Martin was looted, as were three arms shops, the first on the Rue Poble, the second on the Rue Comte de Michel, and the third on the Rue du Temple.The thousands of hands of the crowd seized in a few minutes two hundred and thirty rifles, almost all double-shot, sixty-four batons, and eighty-three pistols.In order to arm more people, one person holds a rifle and the other holds a bayonet. Opposite the bank of the Gréve, some youths with short guns fired from some women's houses.One of them had a revolver.They pull the doorbell, walk in, and make bullets inside.One of these women recounted: "I didn't know what a bullet was until my husband told me."

A group of men broke through an antique shop in Old Odriette Street and took several machetes and some Turkish weapons. The body of a plasterer who had been shot and killed lay on Pearl Street. Then, on the right bank, on the left bank, along the river, on the boulevards, in the Latin Quarter, in the vegetable market area, countless breathless people, workers, university students, and district staff read notices and shouted: "Arm up!" They smashed street lamps , Unhook the driving horses, dig up the paving stones, pry down the door panels of the houses, pull up trees, search cellars, roll wine barrels, pile up stones, stones, furniture, planks, and build barricades.

The bourgeoisie is forced to join hands.People went into women's houses and asked them to hand over the weapons and guns of their absent husbands, and wrote "weapons handed over" in white powder on the door.Some also signed "their name" on the receipts for the guns and said: "Come to the town hall to collect them tomorrow." The lone sentries in the street and the National Guardsmen who were going back to the district hall were disarmed.Officers' epaulets were ripped off.In the Rue Saint-Nicolas Cemetery a National Guard officer, being pursued by men with clubs and swords in foil, managed to hide in a house, where he did not emerge until night.

In the Saint-Jacques district, crowds of students poured out of their hotels and walked up to the Café Progress on Rue Saint-Accent or down to the Café Seven Ball on Rue Mathurin.There, some youths stood on the corner stones in front of the gates, distributing weapons.People looted the building yards in Transnonan Street to set up barricades.Only once, at the corner of the Rue Sainte-Avoie and the Rue Simon-Lefranc, did the inhabitants revolt and tear down the barricade with their own hands.At one point only, the insurgents withdrew, had begun to erect a barricade on the Rue du Temple, abandoned it after an exchange of fire with a platoon of National Guardsmen, and fled from the Rue de la Rope.The platoon picked up a red flag, a pack of ammunition, and three hundred pistol cartridges in the barricade.The National Guardsmen tore the red banner into strips and hung it on the points of their spears.

Everything we have described here one by one slowly was the noise and roar of the city at every point at the time, like countless lightning bolts converging into a burst of thunder and rolling. In less than an hour, twenty-seven barricades were built on the ground in the vegetable market area alone.In the center was the famous house No. 50, formerly the fortress of Jeanne and her one hundred and six comrades in arms, flanked on either side by the barricades of the Church of Saint-Méry, on the other by the barricades of the Rue Maubuet, These three barricades controlled three streets, the Rue Alcy, the Rue Saint-Martin and the Rue Aubrey Butcher directly opposite.Two square-shaped barricades, one turned from Jiaoshan Street to Dahuaziwo, and the other turned from Geoffroy-Langevin Street to Saint-Avat Street.Not counting the twenty other arrondissements of Paris, the Marais, the innumerable barricades of the Mont Saint-Geneviève, one on the rue Menilmontan with a carriage gate drawn from the mortar, another One, near the little bridge of the Catholic Hospital, was built upside down from an unloaded Scotch cart, only three hundred paces from the police station.

In the barricades on Rue Fiddler, a rather well-dressed man was handing out money to the workers.A man on horseback appeared at the barricade in Via Guerneta, and to the man who seemed to be the leader of the barricade, he handed over a roll, like a roll of coins, and said: "Here, here's for expenses, wine, Wait." A fair young man, tieless, passed the password from barricade to barricade.The other, with a command knife in his hand and a blue police cap on his head, was on sentry duty.Inside some of the barricades, the saloons and gatehouses were turned into guardhouses.And the insurrection was carried out according to the best army tactics.It convincingly chose those narrow, uneven, curved, concave, and turning streets, especially the vegetable market area, which has a disordered street network like a forest.It is said that it was the Society of Friends of the People who directed the insurrection in the district of Sainte-Avoie.A map of Paris was found on a man killed in the Rue Bonsault.

What really directed the riot was an indescribable impatience in the air.In that uprising, barricades were suddenly erected with one hand, and almost all the strongholds of the garrison were seized with the other.In less than three hours, like a long chain of gunpowder burning continuously, the insurgents occupied the arsenal on the right bank, the Palace Square, the entire marsh area, the Bourboncourt arms factory, Galliot, the water tower, and the area around the vegetable market. Every street, the old barracks on the left bank, San Pelaghi, Place Mobile, the powder magazines and all the wickets.By five o'clock in the evening they were masters of the Bastille, the lingerie shops, the white coat shops, and their scouts were approaching the Place de la Victory, menacing the Bank, the Petit Priestesque Barracks, the Post Hotel.A third of Paris is already in riots.

Everywhere the struggle was carried out on a large scale, disarmament was carried out, houses were searched, weapons stores were actively looted, so that what started with stones turned into a confrontation of firearms. Around six o'clock in the evening, the Salmon Pass became a battlefield.The rioters were on one side, the army on the other.Everyone shot from one iron gate to another.An observer, a sleepwalker, the author of this book, once went to watch the volcano nearby, and was caught in the corridor by the fire from both ends.In order to avoid the bullets, he had to stay beside the half-column between the shops, and he stayed in this critical situation for almost half an hour.

At this moment the muster drum was sounded, the National Guard hurriedly put on their uniforms and took up their arms, the gendarmes left the district hall, and the regiments left the barracks.Across the passage from the anchor, a drummer took a dagger.Another, in Swan Street, was mobbed by some thirty youths, who pierced his drum and took his knife.Another was killed in St. Lazarus Street.In the Rue Comte de Michel three officers, one after the other, fell to the ground dead.Several National Guardsmen were wounded in the Rue Lombard and fell back. In front of the Batav yard a detachment of the National Guard spotted a red flag bearing the inscription: "Republican Revolution, No. 127." Was that really a revolution? That insurrection had transformed the heart of Paris into a gigantic, tortuous, untraceable stockade. That place is the lesion, obviously the problem.Everything else is just skirmishes.The proof that everything depends on that place is that there hasn't been a fight there yet. The instability of the soldiers in the few regiments added to the horror of the unknown outcome of the crisis.It is remembered that in July, 1830, the people cheered for the neutrality of the 53rd Regiment.Marshal Luo Bo and General Bi Ruo, two fierce generals who have withstood the test of previous wars, held the command, with Luo Bo as the main and Bi Ruo as the deputy.A patrol consisting of reinforced battalions, escorted by all the officers and men of the companies of the National Guard and led by a police officer with his ribbon slung across his shoulders, went to inspect the streets of the insurrectionary area.The insurgents also posted sentries on the corners of some forks, and boldly sent patrols outside the barricades.The two sides watched each other.The government, with the army in its hands, was still hesitating, and as it was getting dark, people began to hear the alarm bells in Saint-Merry.The Minister of War at the time, Field Marshal Soult, who had fought at Austerlitz, watched all this with a gloomy expression. These old soldiers are only accustomed to making correct war deployments, and their source of strength and guidance of actions are limited to combat strategies. Facing this vast sea of ​​so-called public anger, they are at a loss for direction. degree.The direction of the revolutionary winds is elusive. The National Guard from the suburbs arrived in haste and confusion.A battalion of the 12th Light Cavalry Regiment also arrived from Saint-Denis, the 14th Regiment arrived from the bend, the artillery team of the Army School had already entered the Chongwumen position, and many cannons came down from Vincennes. The area around the Tuileries was deserted.Louis-Philippe was at ease.