Hidden Dragon in Qing Dynasty

The sun was low and the night was falling. The citizens of northern Paris were eagerly awaiting the news of victory. Almost no one doubted that victory would arrive in Paris tonight. After all, it was twenty thousand against two thousand. How could they lose?

Around seven in the evening, a fast horse suddenly came from the north. On the horse's back was a messenger from the Self Guard.

"Make way, make way... The army was about to return … "He'll be back soon …"

"Did you win?" Have we won … " Before the soldier could reply, someone from the crowd started cheering excitedly.

"It must have been a victory. The cavalrymen that came back were the ones who reported the victory, not the ones who fled …" This means that our army is returning in formation... "

"Long live! Long live China! "

The young warrior on the horse's back had a blood-red face. He didn't know what to say, but these people wouldn't give way either.

"Anyway …" We don't have any casualties... We really didn't suffer any casualties … "

The soldier was right, of course they didn't have any casualties. Only the hundreds of soldiers who had fainted from the heat attack were finally woken up by the cold water.

The citizens, who had received the answer, finally cheered. They opened up a path to let the red-faced soldier leave. Everyone only had one thought in their minds.

We have no casualties, how can we be defeated!

The old bar had been converted into a makeshift meeting room for the left. When the soldiers brought the real report here, the hall was dead silent.

The clock on the wall ticked, causing Blanqui's brows to furrow, "You're saying... There was no battle at all... All day long you have been played back and forth by the cavalry? "

"Yes …" The enemy would feign attack again and again before retreating. Afterwards, they would continue to retreat, even going so far as to surround and set fire to it before retreating … "The endless running …"

"All the soldiers had no water to drink, no food to eat, more than 700 people were suffering from heatstroke in a single day... The pain is unspeakable! "

"If not for Officer De Lekelvzi personally going to negotiate it, I'm afraid that we would still be unable to return …"

"Not good …" Louis. Michelle, the female rights fighter jumped up, "There are too many reporters in the Shabelle Sect, will the Interim Government make use of this matter to make trouble?"

Was there even a need to ask that? He definitely would! The workers' leaders present quickly ordered the expulsion of photographers from the vicinity of the Shabelle Gate, trying to keep things under control.

However, it was too late. At this moment, twenty thousand Self Guard soldiers had already entered the Shabelle Gate in a grandiose manner. The crowd cheered like a tide, a total of forty to fifty thousand citizens of Paris crowded on both sides of the road, cheering for the 'victorious' army.

Fu Lankeer and De Lekelvzi's faces were flushed red. They hid within the troop and did not dare to look straight into the eyes of the citizens.

"How is the battle going? How many enemies had he killed? How many weapons have you seized? "

"Have you discovered the Prussian? or only the Chinese... "

"Where are the prisoners? "Where are your victorious prisoners …"

The more people who asked, the more ashamed the soldiers became. They didn't know how to answer, so they could only keep their mouths shut as they hurried on their way.

The National Guard was in fact an upgraded version of the militia, they did not have any fixed military camps to live in. When the troops entered the city, the leader quickly gave the order to disband.

All of the Battalion Head soldiers carried their weapons, lowered their heads, and ran back home. No matter how many people asked, they did not answer.

All of this was discovered by the reporters sent by the Interim Government. With smiles on their faces, they began to record these scenes.

Just then, a large group of workers and Self Guard soldiers rushed out. Everyone Dissolves... Recover Order... "Be careful of the enemy's sneak attack on the city gates …"

"I'm talking about you! I'm talking about you!" "No more photos allowed …"

Only now did the crowd realize that all the news of their victory had been imagined by them.

Today, they were welcoming the poor workers of Montmartre and the Eastern District of Paris. Of course, they would not laugh at their own army. Upon hearing that there was no victory, they all went home to comfort their tired soldiers.

In less than half an hour, the Shabelle Gate had fallen into a deathly silence, leaving behind a trail of rubbish and soldiers guarding the city.

"Damn it, what's going on!?" Close the city gates, immediately close them … Be careful of the enemy's sneak attack! "

The entire night passed uneasily in Paris. Blanqui and the others did not sleep for the entire night, looking for a way to resolve this situation. They clearly knew that the enemies in Paris City were far more terrifying than those outside the city.

Xiao Letian did not kill anyone, but that did not mean that Interim Government did not know how to do it!

However, the countermeasure wasn't something that could be thought of in a short period of time. The only way now was to regroup and rely on the protection of three hundred thousand soldiers.

Thiers and the rest's attacks were extremely sharp, on the morning of the second day, Street in Paris was plastered with numbers everywhere, all of the pens and ink were aimed at the representatives of the left wing, Blanqui and the others.

"What a joke!" The twenty thousand elite National Guard s only travelled one round in front of the two thousand Chinese cavalry and then returned back to the city? "

"Shocked!" This is the first time in history that a war without death has happened, and it happened in the Bobini! "

"What kind of conspiracy is this!?" Why did the Chinese army just surround us and not fight? Do the two sides have a secret agreement? "

"Who is the traitor!?" What kind of a secret agreement has been reached with the invaders? "

The posters were all over the city, everyone was shocked speechless by the sharp words, the cannons were all aimed at Blanqui and the other workers' leaders.

All the attacks have one point. You are definitely a traitor, otherwise why didn't the Chinese beat you up?

You can't explain it! Being unable to beat two thousand in twenty thousand was already quite embarrassing, but it was still considered normal. In history, there had been examples of battles where a few could win more than one!

But how come not a single one of you died? Was this still called war? If it wasn't for the collusion within, my eyeballs would have been ripped off for you to step on!

Blanqui and the others who were splashed with dirty water could not even retaliate. Only then did everyone realize how powerful the Head of the Guards was.

Not killing people could cause huge cracks within the enemy, or even a civil war!

In the face of all the public criticism, the leftist press did not back down. They began to analyze the bizarre war from a military perspective, and they began to explain where the gap between the two sides lay.

On one side was an elite regular army, which had plenty of horses and supplies, while on the other side was an infantry unit that relied on their legs, which was seriously lacking in supplies.

Such a disparity was fatal in a battle!

As for why the Eastern Führer did not give the order to attack, the explanations given by the newspapers became hollow and powerless.

"That's because the Chinese are afraid of the National Guard's forces. They know that they have no chance of winning, so they do not dare to attack!"

This explanation was indeed far-fetched, but there was nothing they could do about it. The leftist newspapers could not admit that there was a secret agreement between them.

The newspapers began their verbal brawl and the entire city's National Guard was already prepared for battle. The Montmartre plateau and the Eastern District of Paris began to build fortresses on the streets and they began to guard against the black guns of those with ulterior motives!

Right at this moment, Blanqui and the others disguised themselves and secretly left Paris!