I Am the Crown Prince in France

Chapter 510: Fight violence with violence

Stimulated by the continuous gunshots, the tall tax official opened his eyes suddenly, turned over and sat up, and saw his colleague holding a pistol, followed by two attackers soaked in blood from far and near. appeared in his sight.

He immediately forgot the pain in his head and shouted in shock: "Xiao Mette, you, you killed them?!"

"Yes." It was the first time Xiaomet killed someone, and he was a little confused. He subconsciously took out the gunpowder and started loading it. "When we are attacked, we have the right to shoot..."

The tall tax official was still nervous: "But they died like this?"

Xiaomet suddenly stood up, punched the gunpowder in the barrel with all his strength, and shouted excitedly: "Have you forgotten what the Ombudsman said in his speech?"

The tall tax official was startled, and his wandering eyes suddenly became firm.

"We are selfless and fearless tax collectors and should not be intimidated by any threats!" Chaumet raised his pistol and repeated Robespierre's speech, "As long as we stand on the side of justice and the law, we must Shoot back any lawbreakers and make them tremble just by hearing our names!"

"Yes, you are right!" The tall tax official nodded and followed, "Let them know how powerful it is..."

After Robespierre met with the crown prince that day, he immediately rushed to major cities, preached to members of the tax bureau, and issued strict orders. The core idea is just one - don't be afraid. If you encounter anyone who dares to cause trouble, I will teach them a lesson!

The citizens who heard the commotion and came to see the excitement were so frightened that they lowered their heads and ran away...

Orleans.

A dozen men with ferocious faces gathered outside the tax bureau building. Some carried buckets filled with excrement and urine and poured it on the wall of the tax bureau. Some threw fireballs into the windows with water soaked in oil. Stones wrapped in cloth can easily ignite things in the house after breaking the glass.

These people have been coming almost every day lately, and they are getting more and more arrogant.

The thugs did not hear the previous warnings such as "your behavior is a crime" and "please leave immediately". They thought that the people in the tax bureau had been scared out of their wits, so they suddenly became more arrogant and shouted:

"I've warned you many times, you bastard. Since you still dare to stay here, I will show you how powerful I am!"

"Adam Bernat, Pierre, Kervais..., I fucking know where you live. If you don't want to die, get out of Orleans!"

"You pigs haven't resigned yet? Are you tired of living?"

At this moment, ten tax officials in black uniforms trotted out from the side door of the building. Under the surprised gaze of the thugs, they stood thirty steps away from them, and then all took off their flintlock rifles behind them.

A group of thugs immediately became angry and said: "What are you doing? We are just protesting..."

"Don't try to scare us!"

However, what responded to them was the command of the Director of the Tax Bureau Le Maire: "Prepare-"

"aim--"

A few thugs had fear on their faces and were about to turn around and run away, but more of them were betting that the other side was just scaring them, and instead threw the burning ball at the tax collector.

"shooting--"

As Lemire shouted, 10 Charlevilles spit out flames at the same time, and three thugs had blood spurting from their bodies and fell to the ground.

Only then did the other thugs react and scream in horror:

"They're going to kill us!"

"Run quickly..."

Lemire raised his sword and pointed forward with a sullen face, shouting: "These felons who have repeatedly attacked the tax bureau must be arrested. Anyone who escapes or resists will be shot to death!"

"Yes, sir!"

The tax collectors' queue responded in unison. After rushing forward for a short distance, they all drew their pistols and shouted: "Everyone lie on the ground! Don't run!"

Then gunshots rang out, and two more thugs were shot and fell to the ground. Two other people were shot in the arm. Their wails suddenly echoed in the alley.

Without hesitation the tax collector pulled out another loaded gun and fired again.

No one dared to run anymore. They hurriedly lay on the ground, looking at the fresh corpses next to them. They were all trembling with fear, and their livers and gallbladders were about to burst...

at the same time.

Due to lack of manpower, the tax bureau in Bourges directly used bombs to kill the thugs...

Sharon's assistant to the tax director, Maneseye, chased the attackers into his den, killed three of his accomplices, and arrested one...

The Picardy Revenue Department did apply for cannons from the military, but before they could be used, the mob surrendered...

After Robespierre gave a speech across the country, the attackers who targeted the tax bureau were all attacked head-on, and the previous arrogance was instantly suppressed.

This is not because the tax officers are so powerful, after all, they have only conducted military training for a few months.

Mainly due to Robespierre's excellent speaking ability, coupled with his group of Jacobin tax officials, it immediately inspired the latter's enthusiasm for justice and law.

Coupled with the weapons and equipment that surpassed the regular army infantry, it was natural to sweep away those thugs.

…

Paris.

Bolore, the tycoon of the Tax Owners Association, couldn't help but break into a cold sweat when he listened to the butler's report.

In the past ten days, 37 of his men who were sent to threaten government tax bureau officials have been killed and more than 70 people have been arrested!

His family was engaged in smuggling business in the early years, and later they turned to the field of usury and tax farming after making money, so there are many desperate people under his command. This is also the confidence that he dared to let the tax officials know how powerful he was.

But he didn't expect that those guys under his command who were not afraid of even the anti-smuggling police were killed like dogs by a group of tax officials.

He didn't know that in history, it was Robespierre and the Jacobins who slaughtered tax farmers and smuggling tycoons like him.

Borore felt regretful in his heart. These men were all "elites" cultivated by his family for a long time. They were not only bold and fierce, but also loyal and reliable.

This time, in order to intimidate the tax officials, hundreds of people were lost at once, which was a huge loss. In the future, the family's smuggling business will basically be in a state of shortage.

And as the housekeeper said just now, the tax bureau was not only not scared, but also because of the large number of arrests and killings of attackers, morale was high and prestige increased. It was as if he sent people to help the government tax department increase cohesion.

The butler glanced at Borore's expression and said cautiously: "Master, our people need a total of 620,000 francs in compensation, you see..."

Those men who were beaten to death or imprisoned need him to pay for the aftermath.

"Just follow the previous rules." Borore waved his hand unhappily and asked, "By the way, have Anrol and Luzade made arrangements?"