Because Paris was busy with the king's trial, no one bothered to trouble Di Mourier for the time being. Including the dispatch of personnel in charge of munitions procurement to him, it was delayed. But Di Mourieux felt that it was only a matter of time before these people came to him for trouble, so he had to hurry up and take advantage of this last opportunity. Because regardless of whether the king's affairs end up involving him or not, having more money in his hands always helps. For example, if he had no money, how could he hide in England?

In line with the idea of having the right not to use it and invalidating it when it expires, Dumourier began to play tricks on military procurement and made a lot of money. Correspondingly, of course, the life of his army became more and more difficult. Dumourier blamed Paris for all this, telling the soldiers that the Parisian guys were too busy with infighting to take care of them, so they were running out of supplies. Although this statement temporarily stabilized the soldiers, the morale of the army under his command inevitably declined.

In addition to the problems caused by the lack of supplies, there is also a serious morale problem. That is, the main body of Di Mourieux's army was the Volunteers. It is true that the morale of the volunteers is high, but their high morale stems from the need to protect their families and defend the country. They were originally militias everywhere, they were not willing to leave their homeland, they only joined the army to save the country, and now they have successively defeated the Prussian and Austrian forces and expelled them from the French border. Therefore, in the eyes of these volunteer soldiers, the crisis of the motherland has been resolved, so they should go home. But the government allowed them to continue to fight the Austrians and Prussians abroad. This situation has also led to their morale becoming low.

The lack of supplies, coupled with the loss of combat objectives, the morale of this army suddenly reached the bottom. The courage to fight to the death against all odds disappeared all at once. And this army ......

"Now we're going to prepare for defeat." Napoleon said to Joseph, "You know, this army of ours is quite poor in terms of military qualities, and it can even be said that our army, except for morale, has almost nothing. Now that I don't even have morale, it's no wonder that I don't lose the battle. Joseph, soon the general is going to take us into the Austrian Netherlands, I think we will suffer there, and when you fight, you have to be careful not to run around to the front. ”

"Huh?" Joseph's mouth opened wide, "You, you actually robbed me of my lines?!" I should have said this to you, right? ”

"Because on the battlefield, I'm smarter than you. Of course, I should remind you. Napoleon triumphantly said, "When the fight starts, you will honestly follow Dimourieux, he will not put himself in danger easily." But...... Forget it, you'd better follow me closely. This guy Di Mourier is very selfish, and he may sell his comrades to survive. ”

Follow Napoleon's ass to keep safe? It's so self-respecting. However, Joseph thought about it and felt that his talent on the battlefield must not be comparable to that of Napoleon, so he decisively did not have self-esteem.

"That's okay, when the fight really starts, I will follow you."

But after saying this, he forcibly added another sentence: "I have to watch you, I can't let you mess around anymore." ”

……

At the same time, another man named "Joseph" was facing a very important decision in his life. In the National Assembly, the vote to decide the fate of Louis XVI had already begun. Outside the chamber of the National Assembly, the numerous crowds surrounded the Assembly, and their cries could be heard clearly even inside the chamber:

"Cut off Louie's head!"

"Destroy the enemies of the Motherland!"

"Whoever dares to shield Louie, we will smash his dog's head!"

In order to protect the security of the National Assembly, the Paris Commune sent a special team of National Guard, and they even dragged artillery. However, their arrival has made many people feel more and more insecure.

Joseph Foucher was also nervous, but fortunately he was very late in the voting order and could see the situation first.

In the Jacobin club elections, Robespierre supported the secret ballot, but he insisted on a secret ballot on what to do with Louis XVI's vote.

"You are all elected by the masses in Paris or elsewhere in France, and you do not vote on your own behalf, but on behalf of the people who have chosen you, who have elected you, and who have the right to know what kind of vote they have chosen!"

The reason was so convincing that the Brissotes backed down again on the issue, and the way in which the vote was such that each councillor took turns to come up to the podium and tell everyone what he had decided. It is then recorded by a note-taker, handed over to a member of parliament for signature, and then printed out and released to the public.

In that order, the first to come to the bench to vote was Pierre Victorian Venio, Speaker of the National Assembly and one of the leaders of the Brissot faction. Just last evening, he was still in the salon of the Roland family, and called on everyone to resist the pressure and pardon the king. He also said that he would take the opportunity to deliver a speech from the podium calling for tolerance and reconciliation. At this time, his friends were all looking at him and looking forward to his speech.

But Venio's movements were surprisingly slow, and he lowered his head to look at the others, but said a word in a voice so low that it was almost inaudible. The recorder next to him couldn't hear clearly, so he begged him to repeat it again.

"La Mort ......" (French, death penalty)

It's not loud, but it's enough for everyone to hear. The recorder took down his vote and handed him the minutes for signature. Venio signed with his head bowed, then slipped off the podium like a defeated dog with his tail between his legs.

"It's a really good start." Robespierre clapped and said to Danton next to him.

"Venio always likes to play hero, but I know that this guy has as much guts as a rabbit. It only took a few men with spears to shout two slogans outside his dwelling, and it was enough to frighten him. Danton said disdainfully. Since the Brissotes rejected his good intentions of reconciliation, they had to bear his malice.

With this beginning, the whole Brissoe sect is almost crumbling. Fortunately, it was Condorcet who came next. Hearing the presiding officer call out his name, Condorcet stood up and strode to the podium. He stepped up to the podium, looked around at the crowd, and then exclaimed, "You all know what I have always stood for, and that is why the people who chose me have chosen me to represent them. I hope that your vote will be worthy of history and worthy of the voters you represent. As for my choice, my choice is - forgiveness! ”

Some people applauded, while others whistled and cheered. Soon there was a shout of insults outside.

But with Condorcet's example, the next few Brissotan parliamentarians finally stood up and voted for pardon.

But the next few members of the vote were all Jacobins, and their attitude was very firm, and they all shouted without hesitation: "La Mort!" ”

The votes of the two sides rose alternately, and Joseph Fouché watched nervously the alternating votes - the two sides bit so tightly that the difference was only a few votes at the time of the widest.

Fouché took a deep breath, he was the last to vote, he could continue to wait and see how the wind was blowing. He looked around for a moment, and began to think in his mind about how the remaining people would vote and what impact their vote would have on the final outcome.

Voting continued, with deafening cheers coming from outside the halls of parliament every time a member cast a death sentence, and every time a member cast a pardon vote, there was a volcanic eruption outside.

Time passed slowly, and it was already night, but the people gathered outside did not leave, on the contrary, there were more and more people gathered here. A lot of people have also come here after working as part-time workers. They lit torches, surrounded the council, and one moment cheered at it, the next they cursed loudly, and after another they simply began to sing. First came "Slave War Song", then another song called "All Will Be Alright", which became popular during the September Massacre:

"It's going to be fine,

It's going to be fine,

Everything will be fine,

The nobles were hung from street lamp poles.

It's going to be fine,

It's going to be fine......"

In the midst of this song, the vote continued, and the rest of the people were gone, but the difference in votes was still not large, and the number of votes in favor of the execution of the king was slightly more, but among the remaining parliamentarians, there were more of them belonging to the Brissot. If all of these people vote for a pardon, the number of pardon votes may catch up.

Fouché went through the current votes and the remaining numbers of both sides in his mind, and the outcome was still unclear. But he won't be able to watch it any longer, and soon it's his turn to vote.

He knew that he had betrayed Robespierre, and that Robespierre had never been a magnanimous man. He also offended Danton, and the things that the Roland couple targeted at Danton were basically investigated by him. Danton must have hated him too. But......

Fouché looked around again at the remaining Brissot councillors who had bought time to vote, and saw that they were all pale and their eyes twinkling. He knew that these people were shaking, and they couldn't withstand the pressure from the outside.

"Ten people are hesitant, and at least half of them will betray, so that Louis is dead." Seeing the weakness of those parliamentarians, Fouché immediately made such a judgment.

"Joseph Fouché." The host shouted his name.

Fouché stood up, smiled and looked around at his former teammates, then walked up to the podium with a firm step, and said loudly without hesitation, "La Mort!" ”