Chapter 848: Across the strait, the year 1832 (6K8)_4
On this journey, we disguised ourselves and followed closely behind those insurgents, sotis even joining their attacks, because I discovered that the governnt forces were stationed outside the Security Departnt building, making suspicious of the army’s intentions. After all, in Paris, nothing is trustworthy, and it’s always good to be cautious of others.
The snipers among the insurgents aimlessly fired shots into the Security Departnt’s Saint-Roch courtyard throughout the latter half of the night, but hit nothing, as I wouldn’t foolishly stand there as a target.
I spent nearly the entire night wandering around the vicinity. By dayti, the Great Paris Police Hall was in no better shape. The entire Île de la Cité had been turned into a fortress by the insurgent troops, ready for attack at any mont.
Intelligence was delivered to the City Hall, but there was no response. I volunteered once again and retrieved Count Bondi’s report from the City Hall, thanking God that I managed to get him into a hired carriage yesterday.
On my way back, I passed through Place de la Bastille and discovered a heated battle between governnt forces and insurgents, but I smartly maneuvered through the smoke and returned safely.
After a night had passed, the residents of Île de la Cité, whether timid or reluctant, had no choice but to respond to the criminals’ call and join their insurgent forces.
As for the army, it was clear that they couldn’t be relied upon to maintain control of Île de la Cité under such circumstances. So, I requested again for my Security Departnt to take the lead.
After hesitating for a while, the director finally decided to play my trump card.
Upon receiving approval, I imdiately started mobilizing volunteers, and all the officers of the Security Departnt rallied under my banner. These guys were very courageous, making it clear that wherever I directed, they would charge.
Their oaths even disturbed the soldiers and horses resting in the Security Departnt courtyard, eight robust cavalryn also ca charging and requested to join my ranks.
At this ti, the disorderly rabble of Île de la Cité had practically gone wild: thieves, idlers, ruffians, prostitutes, ex-convicts, I didn’t know why, but it seed like this area was full of freeloading scum, their numbers far exceeded those of the Republican and Bonaparte Party political adherents.
These people held together tightly under the command of a forr navy artillery captain nad Edward Colombert.
Ha! So might fear such an environnt, but not . I was born for the chaos of such turmoil, danger suits best. Only in such critical monts can I truly find myself.
I set off, leading my 28-mber assault team, aiming straight for Colombert and his lackeys’ heads.
We found the boy at the junction of Jewish Street and Rue de Bille, just as he was directing his n to set up barricades. I pretended to be a passerby, chatted with him kindly for a few monts, then kicked him in the private parts when he wasn’t looking, knocking him down and arresting him.
Seeing this, my assault squad imdiately sward and subdued all the lackeys on the spot.
A few minutes ago, these scumbags were still fiercely battling with soldiers, but they didn’t expect their opponents to suddenly switch to plainclothes policen, they fell into an icy pit.
Fifteen thugs occupied a sentry post at the bridgehead, and when they saw walking towards them with a smoking pipe, they imdiately panicked. I just shouted at them: “I am Francois Vidocq, why are you not surrendering?”
They scattered and fled, running away together like rats, shouting loudly: “Run! The boss is here, Vidocq has brought people here!”
Once Colombert, the leader, was taken care of, the remaining tasks beca much easier. We quickly captured five barricades and handed them over to the governnt forces and the National Guard, their path into Île de la Cité finally cleared.
But to my surprise, these bastards couldn’t handle the suppression properly, and their damn eyesight was poor. So soldiers mistakenly thought I was a mobster and fired a volley at . Fortunately, unlike Napoleon’s era soldiers, they weren’t well-trained, so not a single bullet hit .
The crisis on Île de la Cité was thus resolved, and I was delighted that in such a mont, I did sothing for the country. But, I was also regretful upon hearing that in the continental area, Saint-rri Church witnessed a massacre, General Ladet’s soldiers slaughtering everyone while clearing crucial barricades, regardless of age or gender.
I believe my actions should be comnded, but this world is what it is. The Republican newspaper “The Tribune” might have been too harsh in evaluating .
—Why did the great uprising ultimately fail? Why couldn’t the rebellion succeed? Because the governnt played political tricks, and the police were ruthless and insidious. But fundantally, it was the betrayal marked on the rebellion’s banner. For so, it symbolizes ugliness, for others, perhaps absurdity. The infamy of Vidocq and his gang’s calm stance, defending the throne, stems from them not sailing under the people’s banner during the storm. Republicans are unwilling to believe that Vidocq played a decisive role in suppressing the uprising. Whenever they think about Louis Philippe’s return to Tuileries Palace, supported by the legendary demon policeman Vidocq, there’s nothing more aggravating to them.
Ha! These Republicans, they don’t mind the uniford soldiers raising knives against them, but always nitpick about plainclothes policen like . I don’t understand, prison might be tough, but isn’t it better that I let you live?
Though many in prison eventually face the death penalty, isn’t that the fault of your Republican leaders, like Lafayette and these figures? Why don’t they defend you? What were they doing when you were causing a commotion?
As far as I know, he seems to have left Paris in a carriage.
Francois Vidocq, July 25, 1832, in Paris.
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