First of all, I'm sorry, after the exam in October, a lot of things happened at home, my family was seriously ill, and I also checked out the problem during my gallbladder physical examination, and then I didn't dare to work too hard, and I have been recuperating until now I started to write a book, but the French writer will finish writing, and the new book 1907 Capital Ferociousness will continue to be updated, and I can't leave you the name of the factory under the comments.

What would have been the difference in the Franco-Prussian War, which had forever changed the fate of France, four years earlier?

Garion is just an ordinary literati, he doesn't dare to think about the direction of the torrent of history, the politicians who enter and leave the court have their own interests, at least they will not change anything because of the interests of the people.

Thinking of this, Garion put down the pen in his hand, he stood up and walked to the coat rack, took off his coat and draped it over his body. Mrs. Balanchi, who was cooking, noticed her husband's unusual behavior, put down the spoon and walked up to him, and asked worriedly, "What's the matter?" My dear. ”

"I need to do something, my dear."

Gary soothed her cheek, squeezed out a smile, and comforted, "It's okay, I'll be back soon." ”

"You're going to be back for dinner, aren't you? I've made your favorite borscht. ”

Mrs. Balanchi clenched the spoon tightly, trying to get a promise from her husband's mouth. And Garion just smiled, leaving a kiss mark on her cheek. Then he turned around and went out.

"What the hell is going on?"

A sense of foreboding welled up in his mind, and Balanchi dropped the spoon and suddenly hugged Garion from behind. She was afraid of losing the man she loved in front of her, and she didn't even have time to marry him and have children.

Garion patted her hand, no matter what the situation, he just smiled in the face of his beloved.

"Although I know that it is difficult to change the situation on my own, I still need to meet someone."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Garion turned around, hooked her nose, looked at the woman in front of her fondly, and smiled, "When this is done, we will get married, and then leave Paris, go to Marseille, buy a sailboat, and go to sea to fish for sturgeon." Wealth, fame, status, I got everything I wanted in Paris, and when the dust settled, I wanted to go to the sea of Marseille and open a tavern and write a story about how a fisherman fights a big marlin at sea. ”

Balanchi was stunned for a moment, Garion would never make promises to him easily, which meant that this time, he was serious. She stood behind her and watched her husband's figure disappear to the end of the street, along with her worries and worries.

Sitting in the carriage, Garian calmly looked at the Tuileries Palace that was getting closer and closer, and could already be seen from the window

The torrent of history was pushed forward by a pair of invisible hands. The choice of history is about to fall in front of Garion, and a great revolutionary change is being conceived on the soil of Paris, like a newborn baby, bursting with a strong heartbeat.

Since the Revolution, there has been no shortage of people in the land of France who have pleaded for their lives.

The people who took up arms and banners against the Prussian invasion and the tyranny of the Third Republic were coming. Even if it was slandered on the Weibo of later generations as a rioting force composed of "low-level pariahs and some rogue leaders", history will never change the praise of this group of people.

They are not hooligans in yellow vests who smash and rob.

They are true unsung heroes.

Garion clenched his fists, and by the time he had recovered from his contemplation, he was already standing at the door of the Tuileries Palace.

Today's palaces are more lively than ever, and Napoleon III is still negotiating with Bismarck on the details - biting off a large piece of Prussia's flesh without blood, and waking up from a dream with a smile. He even felt that his achievements had caught up with that of his former uncle, and that he had made Europe jealous of him without spending a single soldier.

At the door of the Tuileries Palace, another man with an equally heavy heart walked through the long corridor, stepped out of the striking, intrigue behind him, stood in the bright sun, and took a deep breath.

Bismarck's eyes narrowed, as if he was not yet accustomed to the bright scene outside the palace. Recalling Napoleon III's aggressive attitude, he involuntarily clenched his fists.

"I repeat that in order to gain the support of France, Prussia needed to make the left bank of the Rhine a refuge in Paris, and not only His Excellency Bismarck had requested, but even Belina the Younger's wife, had previously made a similar request. Your Excellency Bismarck should race against time, because you are not alone in your request. ”

Without trampling Vienna under their feet, Franz I and Metternich's followers were as active as ever on the European continent, vying with Berlin for control of Germany.

And Napoleon III dared to do so, largely because of the instigation of Garion's article. It also made him realize that the lethality of a literati can sometimes be worth a hundred divisions.

Under Bismarck's maneuvering, the two sides still

At this time, Garian appeared alone and quietly at the gate of the Tuileries Palace. The entrance to the Tuileries Palace is very lively, and the German motorcade is quietly waiting for their owner outside the door.

He saw the man.

That high-flying politician.

A familiar figure appeared in front of him, and as if he had seized on the rescue and apologized, he desperately squeezed forward, trying to get closer, but the attendant stopped Garian and pushed him back.

"Your Excellency Bismarck, I have a few words I would like to talk to you."

At this time, Garion couldn't care about his face, and tried his best to squeeze in front of the guards, waving his arms, and said anxiously, "About the future of Germany!" ”

Bismarck stopped on the steps, squinting at the familiar figure in front of him and waving his hand to get the guards out of the way.

"Come here, Lord Galion. His Majesty Napoleon III has a great deal of praise for you, saying that Garion alone and with a pen is worth a hundred divisions of France. In the past, I always felt that my words were too true, after all, no matter how good a person is, it is impossible to reach this point. But now it seems, I was wrong. You're a man even more terrible than Richelieu. He holds the political assets of the whole country, and all you have is a pen. Thankfully, it's all over. ”

He looked at Garion condescendingly, and he thought he had mastered the lifeblood of the empire, and he said heroically to the ordinary people under the steps, "It just so happens that I also want to talk to you about the future of Germany." ”

The sun shone on the side of his face, embellishing the iron-blooded prime minister in a divine hue of light, like a god who saves all beings.

"In exchange for the bright future of Germany, you will be rewarded with your heroism."