Chapter 303 Three clarity and melancholy

Enjolras went out to do some reconnaissance. He left the alley of Mondedu and walked round and round along the wall. It seems that these rebels are full of hope.Their repelling of the enemy's attack at night made them defy the early morning attack almost beforehand.They smiled, doubting neither their cause nor their victory.Besides, there is another support army that will definitely come to assist them.They pinned their hopes on this support army.Part of the strength of the French fighters came from this confidence in the easy anticipation of victory, and they divided the beginning of the day into three distinct phases: at six o'clock in the morning, a regiment "which they had done their work" would turn against; at noon, all Paris rose up; At dusk, the revolution broke out.

Since last night, the bells of St. Miri's church have never stopped, which proves that the great bastion of Jeanne is still holding on. All these hopes passed from one group to the other in a merry and terrible murmur, like the buzzing of battle in a hive. Enjolras appeared again.He made a gloomy hawk's rounds in the darkness outside.Folding his arms, and pressing his hand to his mouth, he listened to the cheerful talk.Then, in the morning light that was gradually turning white, he said with a rosy face and full of energy: "The whole army of Paris is mobilized. A third of the army is on this barricade where you are, and the National Guard. I recognize the cap of the Fifth Battalion of the Regular Army and the standard of the Sixth Corps of the Gendarmerie. A In an hour's time you will be attacked. As for the people, yesterday was excited, but this morning there is no movement. There is no hope, there is no hope. There is neither a suburb to respond to each other, nor a regiment to respond. You Abandoned."

These words fell on the hum of the people like the first raindrops of a storm on the bees.Everyone was speechless.In an indescribable silence, it seemed to hear death flying. It's just a brief moment. From the last of the crowd a voice called to Enjolras: "Even if this were the case, we raised the barricades to twenty feet high, and we stood by them. Citizens, let us protest with dead bodies. Let us show that while the people have deserted the Republicans, the Republicans will not desert the people. .” These few words expressed everyone's thoughts from personal worries, and they were warmly applauded.

The name of the speaker is never known, a nobody in overalls, a stranger, a forgotten man, a passing hero who, in human perils and social creations, so often Such an unknown great man, who at a certain moment, in the supreme form, utters the decisive word, like a flash of lightning, who for a moment represents the people and God, and then disappears in the darkness. This unshakable determination was in the air on June 6, 1832, and almost at the same time, in the barricades of Saint-Merry, the insurgents uttered this historic and recorded cry: " Whether there is someone to support us or not, we are here to fight until the last man."

We can see that although these two barricades are located in two places, they communicate with each other.