The first update

Napoleon's fury frightened Princess Mathilde back a few steps, and he couldn't understand why His Majesty Napoleon, who was still smiling one second, was furious like a demon the next. This kind of angry look was only seen when the Senate was dissolved.

However, Princess Mathilde did not dare to come forward to comfort the other party, Napoleon III has been facing a situation of internal and external troubles for the past two years, and previously focused all his energy on Tsarist Russia and Italy, and his unintelligent diplomatic strategy did not allow him to achieve the expected results, but dragged French diplomacy into a strange situation.

Napoleon had another thing in mind, when the empire was founded, Proudhon's thought was already the ideological line advocated by the republicans and revolutionaries in all European countries - the elimination of the royal family and the realization of popular political power, without the need to have a deep hatred for the capitalists like the Marxists who were born anti-government, and to achieve class coexistence.

Napoleon III, however, hated this thought to the core, with a fear that went deep into the marrow. Because although he represents the big capitalists behind him, the Parisian mob will still take all the accounts on their heads.

Everything was the fault of the Bonaparte royal family.

He had agreed with the Proudhonists that they would not engage in overly violent revolutionary propaganda, at least not at the Tuileries, and that Napoleon III would turn a blind eye to the revolutionaries expelled from other countries.

Now he seems to feel that his original choice was very stupid, and if it had not been for Garion to break into the Communist International, I am afraid that he would still be in the dark. Thought this guy really chose to coexist with the Second Empire.

In Garion's article, he avoided the important and trivialized the Marxists, and instead the Proudhonists used a description to add oil and vinegar, and compared them to the Germans.

Louis's angry roar echoed through the Tuileries Palace.

"These revolutionaries are the scum of the French people...... Shameless scum! Claiming to be the savior of France, but because this group of careerists wants to control France themselves! For many years, these revolutionary parties have only thwarted my grand plans! All that's done is pulling my back legs! I should have put to death all the leaders of the rebels, just like my uncle Napoleon Bonaparte! ”

"Why do they dare to betray me? I have conquered almost half of Europe by myself, I have led France to a new era of glory, I have created a prosperous world! The traitors are all liars who deceive and betray me from the very beginning! An unforgivable betrayal of the French people. Traitors are to pay the penalty for their sins, with their own blood. They will drown in their own blood! ”

Napoleon III began to cough violently after cursing, and he did not realize that he had passed the vigor of his youth, replaced by old age and decay, and like the empire he had built, it was gradually approaching twilight.

The sudden sense of crisis forced Napoleon III to prepare for something so that his son would not face a hellish start when he succeeded to the throne.

There will always be people who will be wicked and butchers, and in that case, let's start with the Proudhonists.

"Inform the chief of the Paris police to come to my study within half an hour, and I have important matters to discuss with him."

"Your Majesty."

Princess Mathilde finally realized what Louis wanted to do, and hurriedly dissuaded, "You can't do this, if you attack them, our previous efforts will be in vain." ”

She was the bridge between the Bonaparte family and the Democratic Revolutionaries and the Republicans, and if Napoleon III had been in the heat of his head to attack them, it would have been difficult for people in Paris to panic. And his efforts over the years to ease the dire relationship between the royal family and the people will also be in vain.

But Napoleon was completely careless at this time, and he wanted to let these vile villains know what would happen to the French emperor if he annoyed him.

"I think it's been too long since Paris was peaceful, and some careerists have forgotten how they trembled at the feet of the Imperial Army, and since they don't remember, I'll use bullets and blood to remind them of the fear of being dominated!"

Napoleon waved his red robe and walked towards the door, leaving the bewildered Princess Mathilde, anxiously stamping her feet.

At the same time, the meeting of St. Martin's Church continued. At halftime, Proudhon fell asleep on the table.

He had a strange nightmare, dreaming that countless bayonets were coming at him, accompanied by a flood of blood, and he saw Napoleon III smiling hideously in the dark, holding a blood-stained saber in his hand.

Before he could utter a cry for help, the butcher's knife slashed down at his neck.

His body jerked, and he woke up from his nightmare.

Bakunin, who was beside him, was taken aback by Proudhon's move, and hurriedly asked, "What's the matter, Comrade Proudhon?" ”

Proudhon touched his chest and said with palpitations, "I had a strange nightmare just now, and now I have been restless, and I always feel that something will happen in Paris when I am not here for a few days." ”

"Maybe you're too tired."

Bakunin patted him on the shoulder and said comfortingly, "After all, it has been a high-intensity meeting lately, which not only consumes time, but also energy. But damn why Marx and his followers just wouldn't budge. In terms of strength and influence, who can compare with us? ”

At the mention of this meeting, the minds of the people became complicated, they all wanted to be in power, but no one was willing to make compromises and concessions.

"It doesn't matter."

Proudhon squeezed out a smile and replied, "What we have now is time to fight with them, and I don't believe that Marx can hold on to it until the end." In the end, if there is no negotiation, it is a big deal to break up. Paris is our target anyway......"

As he said this, a picture suddenly flashed through Proudhon's mind, it was a newspaper headline, and the man on it was exactly the same guy who had walked up to the podium before.

"yes, I remember."

Proudhon slapped his thigh, and he suddenly remembered Galion's appearance, and said excitedly, "I finally know who the man next to Karl Marx is!" ”

"Huh?"

Bakunin looked at Proudhon, who was very excited in front of him, and was a little confused.

Proudhon put on a confident look and said with a smile, "Hahahaha, now I finally know how to force Marx to make concessions." ”