An officer said to David
"Go to your tent first."
"Where to?"
David finally managed to speak.
He was not French and did not know Paris well, but after a series of experiences, his emotions under the influence of the regulator boiled with anger and passion.
Just like a soldier should feel.
"The streets of Paris are in chaos, and you want me to stay in the barracks?"
The officer wanted to say something, but a disturbance sounded outside the station.
The soldiers ran to the fence gate of the station to watch, only to find a woman running away, followed by a group of German Imperial Guards wielding knives.
The soles of the woman's shoes flew off as she ran, forcing her to run barefoot on the ground, and she finally stumbled and fell onto the street, covered in dust and blood.
She looked at the soldiers in the barracks and cried out in despair
"They're killing! They're killing in Paris, he's going to kill us!"
