After the morning drill, Lucien-Leflair ordered his company to return to the barracks, and after telling the soldiers again to clean the barrels of their guns, he ordered the disbandment of the group.

After taking out his pocket watch and checking the time, Lucien felt that it was still early, so he walked into the officers' club, intending to take a break.

Since it was already afternoon, there were already quite a few officers resting here. They were chatting or drinking, and some were playing cards together, and it was a busy atmosphere. As soon as they saw him come in, many people nodded, and then continued to busy their own business, this new officer in the regiment was indeed quite popular.

When Lucien had sat down, he asked for a little brandy and drank it to himself, in order to dissipate his previous fatigue.

He had just drunk and his head was a little drowsy when he realized that he had been gently tapped on the shoulder.

"Man, you had a great time drinking today!" Lucien had just reacted when a brisk greeting rang in his ears.

Lucien turned his head and saw that it was Lieutenant Tullai. He was a company commander in another battalion of the regiment, a young officer with a dark face and a mustache, and he usually had a good time.

"Ah, it's okay!" Lucien nodded hurriedly, and then beckoned the other party to sit opposite him, "I've invited today's wine, come on!" ”

If it were normal, Lieutenant Tulay would have directly picked up the wine glass and drank it all, but today he looked a little strange, his eyes were a little weird, and his smile was gone.

"Lucien, my friend, I have something rare to share with you today." His voice was lowered.

"What's that?" Lucien had some doubts in his heart.

"I don't want to tell you about that here." His smile grew stranger, "Come to me." ”

Lucien was a little confused by his attitude, and he suddenly remembered. The other party is a champagne man.

"Did you send you a few bottles of good wine from home?"

"Don't you know when you're here?"

With that, Lieutenant Tulay got up and prepared to leave.

Lucien shook his head helplessly, got up and left with the other party.

Lieutenant Tulay did not have a family, he lived in the officers' quarters in the barracks, which was very close to here, so the two did not walk long to the door of his quarters.

"You'd better put some good wine in it." Lucien quipped.

And the lieutenant just smiled and knocked directly on the door.

Is there anyone else inside the door?

Lucien's wine suddenly woke up a lot, and he looked at the other party suspiciously. The lieutenant, however, mysteriously remained silent.

The door was quickly opened, and Lucien noticed that the person who had opened the door was also a young man in uniform, and before he could think about it. The lieutenant gently pulled Lucien through the door, and led him into the innermost room.

There were several people in there.

Lucien was now fully awake, and he took a closer look at the person next to him. Looking at the uniforms and epaulettes, he judged that they were several officers of other companies, some dragoons, some chasseurs. The only thing in common is that they are relatively young. And it's full of faces.

Lucien looked at the lieutenant, who seemed unaware of it, and said to the others with a smile.

"This is what I told you about Captain Leflair, the combat hero of Algeria, although I can't applaud it for the time being, but I ask everyone to pay tribute to him!"

Before Lucien could react, the young officers saluted Lucien in their own way.

Lucien reflexively returned a military salute, then looked at Lieutenant Tulay hesitantly.

"My friend. You are ......."

And Lieutenant Tulay had already put away his smile and was rarely serious.

"Captain. As you can see, we are a secret assembly, and all the people who come here are young officers. After a pause, he added, "An officer who truly loves this country and loves the honor of this army." ”

"Rallies?"

Since returning to the army, Lucien has always tried to establish good relations with his subordinates and other officers, both by nature and by the behest of the "Yue family".

It's just that he didn't expect to get such a result, and so quickly.

"As you can see, it's a rally." The lieutenant nodded, "And, by the standards of today's dynasty, we can't be called a legitimate assembly, but don't worry...... We have our own honor. ”

"Honor?" Lucien was a little puzzled.

The lieutenant and the others looked at each other, and then everyone nodded.

Then he looked back at Lucien, his eyes full of passion.

"Now you can see that France is now at a critical juncture, and everyone can see that the dynasty is crumbling, but they don't know when there will be a general reckoning. And we, having made up our minds, will never draw our swords against the revolutionaries if that day really comes. The lieutenant waved his hand heavily, "Let this dynasty, which grovels to foreign countries and dishonors the Fatherland, perish!" ”

As he spoke, the room fell silent.

"I think I see what you mean." After a long moment, Lucien finally nodded, "I'm just surprised that you chose me......"

He was not a fool who had just joined the army, and he knew that in France today, there were small meetings of officers of one kind or another in almost every team, and the issues discussed were often contrary to the spirit of the imperial court.

"You are a captain, you have made outstanding achievements, even if you can't be promoted, you can at least come to the regiment as a deputy battalion commander, but now? They kicked you out of the army because you told some truth, you spent a lot of money to come back, and you ended up being a company commander! This is how this dynasty repays your loyalty to France, and will you be able to endure this humiliation? Lieutenant Touré looked at Lucien and asked aloud, "This is how it tramples on your honor!" ”

"It also lost Belgium." A cavalry officer next to him whispered.

"It also sat back and watched Austria destroy Poland." A chasseur officer next to him whispered.

"It also now makes it necessary for us to withdraw our troops from the Nigerien border. Before it swept away the glory of France, I prayed to God to make it disappear. Another officer whispered.

In 1831 the Belgian Revolution broke out. The full independence of Belgium was then declared on 4 October, which was confirmed by the Belgian National Assembly on 18 November. In February 1831, Belgium promulgated a new constitution. And the Provisional Government had hoped to be led by King Louis of France. One of Philip's sons came to serve as the new king, but the matter ended with British opposition, and Leopold, a relative of the British royal family and a prince from the principality of Saxony-Coburg-Gotha, accepted the Belgian throne. In 1839, the Treaty of London, signed by Britain, France, Russia, Austria and Prussia, officially entered into force, and Belgium became an independent country and a permanently neutral country.

The July dynasty succumbed to British pressure, and Belgium, which had voluntarily attached itself to a French prince, was eventually handed over to an English prince, ruining all hopes of the union of France and Belgium.

In 1846, Austria occupied Krakow. Annexed a little territory of Poland, Poland, which had long been carved up and was dying, was finally nailed into the coffin.

And just recently. Former Prime Minister Sirte deliberately connived at Marshal Bijo's preparation to march into Niger for the sake of domestic political struggle, which almost triggered a diplomatic crisis between Britain and France. As soon as the new Prime Minister Guizot came up, he forcibly halted the march, and the Algerian governor-general, Marshal Bijo, resigned in anger. This incident has added a new hatred to the young officers.

Perhaps the government is not without its pains. But these young officers do not think so much. They only saw that the July Dynasty, since its formation, had become intolerably weak towards the rest of Europe. No matter how many reasons there may be for the dynasty that has made concessions to Britain, Russia, and Austria, it will no longer be respected by the young soldiers, nor can it be expected to be served by these people.

They, by virtue of their judgment of "honor", are tired of this government, which is always subservient to foreign countries. Spit on the king who flattered the British, who longed for honor. I longed for the restoration of France's due glory in Europe, and longed for the motherland to become a place for all nations to look up to again.

Lieutenant Tulai forced a look at Lucien, then held out his hand.

Lucien didn't respond, as if thinking about something.

"Please don't get me wrong, we have absolutely no intention of forcing you, if you don't agree with our opinion, we will never do anything to you, you can just turn around and leave, we will never leave you in trouble. It's just that I'm looking for the wrong person today. Lieutenant Tulay seemed to see Lucien's hesitation, and he looked at Lucien and said, "Your performance in this period is enough for us to understand you." We are all convinced that you have the honor of a French officer, and that you will never betray us, even if you do not agree with us. ”

Silence, silence again, everyone seemed to be waiting for Lucien's answer, and even the air froze.

Facing these glances of anticipation and passion, Lucien slowly felt his blood boiling, and this fiery feeling was even more difficult to hold back than the spirits. After all, he is also a young officer, with ideals and expectations, and the emperor's deeds can still make his heart surge, and the grand wishes he made when he was a child still echo in his mind.

Yes, I am a child of France, and I will fight for her honor.

He reached out and took the lieutenant's hand tightly.

Everyone gathered around.

"Great!" The lieutenant cheered.

"Who should we support?" Someone next to him suddenly asked.

"Who should we support? Needless to say? We support a regime that will allow my homeland to get back on its feet! Whoever can do this, we will support whom! Whoever can bring France back to glory and no longer have to look up to the Queen of England and the Russian Tsar, we should support whom! Whoever can make us marshals and dukes, we should support whom! Lieutenant Tulay almost shouted, "If I had to die, I would rather die on the battlefield for the sake of my country than lie on a hospital bed!" ”

The small room could not trap the overflowing blood and passion of the young people, and under the inspiration of this collective passion, several people even burst into tears. They may be blind, impulsive, and irrational, but their love for the motherland and their yearning for meritorious deeds are not adulterated in the slightest. Patriotism is not a sin, and ambition does not represent evil, just where they are directed.

In an instant, these people's hands were clasped together.

"Long live the Motherland!" (To be continued......)