Chapter 311 Eleven shots were fired, and no one was hurt.

The attacking army continued to fire.Volleys and shotguns were fired in turn, but they didn't actually do much damage.Only the upper part of the Corinthian facade suffered; the lattice windows and the attic on the second floor were riddled with bullets and bullets and were slowly deforming.The fighters stationed there had to duck sideways.Again, it was also a tactic for attacking barricades, firing fatigue tactics in order to consume the ammunition of the insurgents, and if the besieged fought back they were caught.Once it is found that the firepower of the besieged has weakened, it means that there are no bullets and explosives, and an assault can be launched.But Enjolras was not fooled; the barricades did not fight back.

Every time the detachment fired a volley, Gavroche puffed out his cheeks with his tongue, expressing great contempt. "Okay," he said, "rip the mattress. We need bandages." Courfeyrac reprimanded the uselessness of the shot, and said to the cannon: "Dude, you're so distracted." In battle, as at a ball, people play tricks on each other.Perhaps the silence of the bastion began to worry the assailant, fearing that something might happen, they felt the need to find out what was going on behind the pile of stones, and to understand what was going on inside this indifferent wall that received blows and never returned fire.The insurgents suddenly noticed a fire brigade's helmet gleaming in the sun on an adjacent roof.A firefighter leaned against the tall chimney as if on guard.His eyes fell squarely into the barricade.

"That was an intrusive surveillance," said Enjolras. Jean Valjean had returned the carbine to Enjolras, but he still had his own. Without saying a word, he aimed at the firefighter, and a second later, the helmet was hit by a bullet, which landed loudly in the middle of the street.The frightened soldiers fled quickly. Another watcher took his place.This is an officer.Jean Valjean reloaded, took aim at the newcomer, knocked off the officer's helmet, and went off to find the soldier's helmet for company.The officer stopped insisting and soon retreated.They understood the warning.No one was on the roof since, and they gave up their reconnaissance of the barricades.

"Why didn't you kill that man?" Bossuet asked Jean Valjean. Jean Valjean made no reply.