I'm the Dauphin in France

Chapter 920 Rebellion
The sans-culottes man in his fifties fearlessly picked up another stone, strode forward, and raised his hand to hit the officer.

His two sons died in battle in northern Italy. His life was dark and now he was afraid of nothing.

"Wait," Scherer waved his hands at the crowd, "What are you doing? Back off!"

No one cares about him.

The distance between the sans-culottes and the army was growing closer and closer.

The Hungarian officer shouted again: "Last warning. Leave immediately!"

A rock fell less than an elbow from his side.

He snorted coldly and swung his sword down: "Shoot!"

Instantly, dense "bang bang" sounds rang out, and a large cloud of white smoke rose into the air. The dozen or so men without culottes who were walking in the front immediately fell on their backs.

The others were suddenly shocked, screaming and running away.

Scheerer was so frightened that he squatted on the ground with his head in his hands until he was lifted up by his companions. He first looked down at his body and saw that there were no wounds. Then he reluctantly moved his legs and ran away with them.

"He, why did they shoot?"

An inarticulate sound came out of his trembling mouth.

"I saw a pamphlet saying that the emperor considered this a riot and would send troops to suppress it."

"Riot? We are just petitioning..."

"Shut up and run!"

Several minor nobles ran all the way to the outer city area. Seeing that there was no army chasing them, they were about to take a breath when they suddenly heard dense footsteps at the end of the street on their side.

Before Scherer could react, hundreds of protesters rushed towards him in panic.

Then he saw more than a dozen shining bayonets appear at the corner of the street.

He quickly lifted his sore legs and ran along.

However, when the crowd in front ran to the intersection ahead, they suddenly stopped and looked around in horror.

Sheler immediately had a bad feeling. When he ran to the intersection, he saw that there were protesting crowds in all directions, numbering more than a thousand people.

On the opposite street, there were more than 200 soldiers lying across the street, looking at them with guns raised.

Soon, an officer shouted to the crowd: "I order you to obey the martial law order and return home immediately. If you have not left in three minutes, I will shoot you for rioting."

The crowd instantly exploded.

Most people lowered their heads and fled, but nearly a quarter continued to push forward, shouting, "Don't retreat!"

"The Emperor actually sent the Hungarian bastards to kill us!"

"Get rid of these Hungarians!"

"We have more people, let's go ahead..."

The result was that people were crowded together, front and back, and for a time could not move at all.

About ten minutes later, the Hungarian officer saw that the rioters were unmoved and drew his sword: "Ready—"

Sheler's hands and feet suddenly felt cold.

He knew that these guys really dared to shoot.

But at this time there were people everywhere around him, and he was squeezed in the middle, with nowhere to hide.

Amid the chaotic screams, curses, and slogans, he heard Hungarian words, "Aim—"

He squatted down with his head in his hands, muttering: "God bless you, God bless you..."

"shoot……"

The Hungarian officer had just uttered the first syllable when a burst of gunfire suddenly came from behind him.

The two Hungarian soldiers standing on the far right groaned and collapsed to the ground.

The Hungarian ranks were in a panic and turned around one after another.

Behind a building not far away, there were thirty or forty people in Austrian uniforms frantically loading ammunition. There was still smoke around them, and it was obvious that they were the ones who had just launched the sneak attack.

The Hungarian officer was a little confused because the order he received was to disperse the rioters, but did not say that he could attack the army.

He frowned and shouted, "Idiot, whose unit are you from? The thugs are over there!"

The Austrian soldiers loaded their guns and raised their flintlocks again. One of the lieutenants shouted, "We take over here. You must evacuate Vienna immediately."

Both sides were silent for seven or eight seconds, and the lieutenant decisively ordered: "Aim--

"shooting--"

The Hungarians were beaten without knowing why, and when they saw that their officers did not allow them to fight back, they began to retreat.

However, the protesters behind them were already surging forward.

It was too late for the Hungarian soldiers to turn around and shoot. After sporadic gunshots, they were overwhelmed by four or five hundred people, and sticks and stones rained down on them.

Dozens of Austrian soldiers from the rear of the street rushed up and helped beat the suppression troops.

Scherer finally "regained his freedom". He pressed his hands on his trembling face and looked blankly at the scene at the street corner.

What on earth is this doing?
Emperor, why did you send soldiers to shoot me?

Who were those soldiers who saved him?

Is this world crazy?

His companion pulled him hard and said, "Labo, what are you doing standing there? Run!"

Scherer was startled and was about to take a step forward when he suddenly saw a familiar figure in the crowd.

His eyes widened immediately, and he shook off his companion's hand and staggered toward the street corner, shouting in a hoarse voice: "Lucas! Is that you?"

A Hungarian soldier lying on his side on the ground struggled to swing the butt of his rifle to drive back the demonstrators, but it hit Scherer's leg.

"Well……"

Scherer's body tilted in pain, but he saw a young soldier rushing towards him, holding him up and kicking the Hungarian in the chin.

The moment he saw the person coming, his eyes suddenly turned red.

That was his youngest son.

He ignored the pain in his legs and hugged his son tightly, saying in a trembling voice: "Thank God, it's really you! How come you are here?"

The young man also exclaimed at the same time: "Father, why are you here?"

He helped his father walk to the side of the road: "Our instructor said that the emperor was deceived and wanted to massacre the citizens. I followed him to stop it. Fortunately, we arrived in time, thank God!"

Scherer was stunned: "You, you mean, those Hungarian troops were really sent by His Majesty the Emperor?"

"It seems that your Majesty listened to Togut's advice. That damned traitor!"

Scherer's lips trembled, and he looked at his son and said, "But, but you are rebelling..."

He suddenly grabbed his son and said, "Come home with me immediately. There are so many people here, no one may notice you."

Lucas stood there like a wooden stake, shaking his head and saying, "Father, many more people will be killed. I must save them. I must save the country."

Scherer was anxious: "Idiot! You can't save anyone, come back with me!"

"I just saved you." Lucas said calmly.

Scherer paused.

The young man continued, "Seven or eight hundred new recruits decided to help the citizens. By the way, we also stole several thousand guns from the training camp."

He said, turning his head to gesture.

Scherer saw two carriages distributing flintlock rifles to the people, and some people picked up the Hungarian soldiers' guns.

His eyes were filled with fear: "No, no, you can't join the rebellion, you will die!"

(There is more tonight, but it may be late. You can wait until tomorrow to watch it. Muah.)
(End of this chapter)