Chapter 277 five old people

Let's talk about the past first. Enjolras and his friends were walking near the granaries on the Boulevard de Bourdon when the dragoons charged.Enjolras, Courfeyrac, Combeferre, and many others walked along the Rue Bassombier, calling: "To the barricades." walking. What caught their attention was that the old man staggered as if he were drunk.Besides, although it had been raining that morning, and it had been raining quite heavily, he held his hat in his hand.Courfeyrac recognized M. Mabeuf.He knew him because he had escorted Marius to his gate several times.He had known that this old bibliophile church clerk had always been quiet and timid, and now he saw him in this noisy environment, only two steps away from the cavalry attack, almost under artillery fire, in the rain Li took off his hat and walked in the area where the stray bullets were flying, he couldn't help being surprised.He greeted him.The twenty-five-year-old uprising fighter had the following conversation with the eighty-year-old man:

"Monsieur Mabeuf, you go home." "why?" "There's going to be trouble here." "Okay." "The sabers are hacking, and the rifles are hopping." "Okay." "The cannon is about to explode." "All right. Where are you going, you people?" "Let's go and bring the government to the ground." "Okay." He followed them immediately.He hasn't said a word since.His steps suddenly became steady, and some workers wanted to walk with his arm.He shook his head and declined.He was almost at the forefront of the ranks, his movements were advancing, but his expression seemed to be asleep.

"What a tough old guy!" The college students whispered.Word spread throughout the ranks, that the man had been a member of the Convention, and others that the old man had voted the king to die. The procession entered Glassworks Row.Young Gavroche went ahead and sang loudly instead of the marching horn.He sang:

They walked towards Saint-Merry.