Chapter 308 Eight Artillery Soldiers got serious

They surrounded Gavroche. But he had no time to say anything.Trembling, Marius drew him aside. "What are you doing here?" "Well!" replied the child, "and you?" His brave and mischievous eyes were fixed on Marius.The proud light in him made his eyes large and bright. Marius continued in a grave tone: "Who told you to come back? Did you send my letter to that place?" Gavroche regretted the delivery of this letter.In his haste to return to the barricade, he did not deliver the letter to the addressee, but hastily let it go.He had to admit in his heart that it was imprudent to hand over the letter to a stranger whose face he hadn't seen clearly.It was true that the man was not wearing a hat, but that did not explain the matter.In short, he was somewhat guilty of the incident, and he was afraid of Marius' reproach.In order to get out of the embarrassment, he took the simplest method and told a big lie.

"Citizen, I gave the letter to the porter. The lady is asleep, and she will see it when she wakes." Marius sent the letter for two purposes: to say goodbye to Cosette and to rescue Gavroche.His wish was only half granted. The messenger and M. Fauchelevent's presence in the barricades were connected in his mind.He pointed to M. Fauchelevent and asked Gavroche: "Do you know this person?" "I don't know," Gavroche replied. Indeed, we have just mentioned that Gavroche met Jean Valjean at night. The confusion and morbid surmises in Marius' mind vanished.Did he know the politics of M. Fauchelevent?M. Fauchelevent was probably a republican, and it was not surprising that he came to fight.

By this time Gavroche was shouting from the other end of the barricade: "Where's my gun!" Courfeyrac had the gun returned to him. Gavroche warned "comrades" (as he called them all) that the barricades were surrounded.It was with great difficulty that he got in.A battalion of fighting troops, with their guns on Xiaohuaziwo Xie Lane, guarded the side of Swan Street.On the other side is the security police team guarding the Street of the Missionary Friars, and on the front is the main force. Having said all this, Gavroche went on: "I authorize you to fire a vicious volley of guns at them."

At this moment Enjolras listened, and at the same time he was still watching carefully from the hole of the gun. The attacking army must have been dissatisfied with the shell and did not fire it again. A combat company of infantry came to occupy the end of the street, behind the cannon.The infantry dug up the paving stones and formed a low parapet like a parapet, about eighteen inches high, facing the barricade.In the left corner of the parapet we can see the rows of soldiers in front of a battalion of suburban troops assembled in the Rue Saint-Denis. Enjolras, who was watching, thought he heard a special sound of taking out loose bullet boxes from the bullet box.He also saw the gunner, turning the gun a little to the left, adjusting the aim.Then the artillerymen began loading shells.The gunner himself approached the barrel and fired.

"Bow your heads and assemble to the wall," Enjolras cried, "and kneel along the barricades!" The insurgents, who had left their combat posts when Gavroche arrived, and were scattered in front of the tavern, rushed to the barricade in a tumultuous manner; The sound was terrible, like renju bombs, and it was indeed a renju bomb. The cannon was aimed at the gap in the bastion and bounced off the wall there, killing two and wounding three with splinters that bounced off the wall. If this went on, the barricades would fail, and the continual balls would come straight in. There was a panicked and confused sound.

"Prevent the second shot first," Enjolras said. So he lowered his carbine and took aim at the gunner who was bending over the muzzle to correct his bearings. The gunner was a handsome artillery sergeant, young, fair-haired, with a mild face and the intelligence required of such a fateful and terrible weapon.The continuous improvement of this weapon in deterrence will surely eliminate war itself as a result. Combeferre stood beside Enjolras and watched the young man. "What a pity!" said Combeferre. "What an abomination is killing! Come on, there would be no more wars without kings. Enjolras, you aim at this sergeant, and you don't even look at him. Just imagine , he is a lovely young man, brave and promising, you can see that he can use his brains, and these artillery battalions are all learned. He has a father, a mother, a family, and may still be in love. He is no more than two years old. Fifteen years old, I can be your brother!"

"He is," said Enjolras. "Yes," replied Combeferre, "he is my brother too, so don't kill him." "Leave me alone. What should be done is still done." A tear trickled down Enjolras's marble cheek. At the same time he pulled the trigger of the carbine, and a flash of light came out.The gunner turned around twice, stretched his arms forward, and turned his face up, as if to suck some air, then fell on his side on the cannon and remained still.You can see a stream of blood coming from the center of his back.The bullet pierced his chest.he died.

To move him away and replace him with another person, I won a few minutes.