There was a faint thunder in the clouds, and the June rain was coming again. The sky was overcast, and it was still noon, but the light was very dim, as if it was about to fall into the night.

In this gloomy weather, a horse-drawn carriage galloped down the streets, galloping towards its destination.

However, although the weather conditions were not very good, the streets were finally free of the gunfire and shouting that had never stopped. Thanks to the efforts of the army and the National Guard, the mob has just been pacified, and the city has returned to its usual calm.

However, this calm did not come without reason after all. The streets were littered with bullet marks and black soot, and in some places there were stones and wooden blocks left over from the barricades, and the potholes affected the speed of the carriages.

These traces of the aftermath of the war seem to tell everyone about the fierce battle in the city not long ago. Three days of fighting made everything so disturbing and frightening.

Thankfully, it's finally over.

Looks like it's going to rain again. Looking at the weather, the passengers in the carriage thought to themselves. Then he hurriedly beckoned the driver to speed up again, so as not to suffer from the impending heavy rain.

The passenger looked to be quite old, his head was a little crumbling in the middle, and his sideburns were graying. He is Odilón-Barrow, a politician, a member of the National Assembly and, at the moment, a senior member of the Party of Order, a collaborator of Monsieur Thiers, the leader of the Party of Order. Today also happened to be the collaborator who went to visit him.

"Sir, I want to hurry up!" After hearing the urging. The driver complained with a little dissatisfaction, "But now that the road is uneven everywhere, how can I accelerate?" Not to mention that there are so many Qiu Ba. They're all over the ground right now, and I can't help it if I want to hurry! ”

As soon as he heard the coachman's complaint, the councillor was dumbfounded for a while, so he also stopped talking and stopped urging.

He was right, because the army brought in by the government had not completely dispersed, and the streets were now full of people in military uniforms. And because now the chaos has basically subsided. They gathered in twos and threes, their faces no longer had the tension and seriousness they had before, they were laughing and chatting quietly. Discussions about previous battles, and people holding bottles and pouring themselves with wine. However, under the constraints of the previous strict orders, they did not embarrass the well-dressed pedestrians.

Because of the many days of fighting, the faces of these sergeants have been blackened. The clothes were also a little messy and dirty. The gait was also a little staggering. Some people are so tired that they even lie on the ground to rest.

This army, which had just picked up a gun to complete the task of suppression, did not have the appearance of a mighty victorious army after victory in military novels, but was tired and wanted to rest. Even when a carriage passed by, they did not shy away, and remained talking and laughing and resting as if they had not noticed it at all.

These soldiers, who have just saved the Republic, are of course able to get this little privilege.

As a last resort. The carriage carefully dodged the soldiers and slowly moved forward.

And while the carriage was walking through the streets. There were also sporadic gunshots in some of the adjacent alleys.

Of course, this was not a battle, but the gunfire of executions—many of the captured mobs were summarily shot at the orders of the senior commanders in the army, in order to avoid any surprises in the repression. The mob was shot and perhaps more than those who died in battle.

After hearing the gunshot, Odilon Barrow was unaware, he just looked up at the sky.

The light raindrops slowly fell to the ground, and then the raindrops became heavier and heavier, and gradually made a crackling sound that hit the ground. The raindrops quickly mixed into a stream of water on the street, carrying away some of the smoke and dust that had been left behind, and swept away the blood that had fallen before. Perhaps, a piece of history has also been washed away.

"Damn it! It's really raining! The old member of the National Assembly couldn't help but curse quietly.

Fortunately, the torment in the rain didn't last long. After a while, the carriage finally reached the house of Monsieur Thiers.

As he had been instructed by his master beforehand, the councillor's carriage was let in, and soon, after hastily tidying himself up, the councillor came to the small parlor of the mansion.

As soon as he saw the councillor come in, the owner of the room quickly greeted him.

"Mr. Barrow, I saw such a heavy rain, and I thought you would come back later."

"Hey, don't mention it!" The councillor sighed, then sat down at the signal of his master. "If it had been raining so hard at first, I wouldn't have gone out at this time. Hey, it's also to blame the big-headed soldiers, they took over the streets in groups of three or five, and as a result, we were drenched in heavy rain......"

"These people helped us eradicate the mob, and even if it rained a little, wouldn't it be nothing?" Monsieur Thiers replied with a smile, but soon he regained some solemnity, "But, speaking of which, they should have dispersed from here quickly, haven't the mobs been pacified?" ”

"That's right! It's up to you! Odilon Barrow nodded and agreed.

The two men's antipathy to the military occupation of the city certainly did not stem from the simple fact that "the army was in the way in the street", but their consideration was both stark and simple - if the army had been in the place, how useful would the parliament be?

It's time to think about the aftermath.

Once both of them were seated, they quickly got down to business.

"We discussed those things before, how are you doing now?" Monsieur Thiers asked in a low voice.

"Nothing was wrong, everything went well." Councillor Odilon Barrow nodded, indicating that he had almost done the job, "Look, in less than two days, we will have a new leader in our republic......

[On June 28, 1848, the National Assembly formally passed a resolution ending the provisional rule of the Executive Committee and instead handing over the powers of government to General Caffenjac, who officially became the "Head of Government of the French Republic" (Supreme Administrator) to reward General Caffenjac for his efforts to suppress the mob and encourage him to continue the rest of the repression. 】

Although the councillor's tone seemed uplifting, Thiers could always hear a hint of ridicule and ridicule in his words. He couldn't help but smile slightly.

"Mr. Barrow, you don't seem to be happy with the outcome?"

"How can you not be satisfied!" Odilon Barrow shook his head, "General Kafenjak defended the country and order and deserves a reward, doesn't he?" Don't say it, this general has done a really good job, and he's a good one! He'd beaten the mob to pieces. ”

"Maybe I killed about 10,000 people, but it's not a lot." Monsieur Thiers replied calmly, while looking at him with interest, waiting for his next step.

"He's done a good job, he's done a good job, and we're going to have to take off his hat...... 'Monsieur Odillon-Barrow's tone became a little more subtle, "but, Monsieur Thiers, don't you feel a little apprehensive at the sight of this?" ”

"Worried?"

"Hey, what are you still hiding with me at this time?" Odilon Barrow sighed softly, "Aren't you worried that we're having a new First Consul?" If you want me to say, the first consul didn't play as much as this general, and I have never seen the momentum of putting half of the city into a sea of fire this time! Then he looked at Thiers with a flicker, "Don't forget, the First Consul later stormed the House of Five Hundred with his soldiers...... Sir, wouldn't you be afraid? This general, who played more than the first consul, will also play such a hand for the National Assembly when the time comes? If he can wash Paris in blood today, can't he baptize Parliament again in the future? ”

Under the gaze of the parliamentarians, Mr. Tiers's expression slowly became solemn.

"If you say you're not worried, you're definitely lying."

"Hey, I finally heard the truth from you!" Odilon Barrow let out a small yell.

Thiers stood up and paced slowly out the window.

Due to his height, his head wasn't taller than the window frame, but it was enough to see the city outside that had just been deprived of war.

"You're right," he said slowly, after a long moment, "we'll have to guard against that." ”

Then he continued to groan.

"What we want is a general Munch to bring back the royal house of Orleans for us, and for this we may give him a duke, as the English do; But we definitely don't want a new Napoleon! Monsieur Thiers frowned, and said word for word.

"You mean ......?" Barrow asked in a low voice behind him.

[George-Monck (1608-1670), an English soldier, statesman, and general of the Parliamentary Army during the Civil War, fought with Cromwell and made many military exploits.] In 1654-1658, when Cromwell was Lord Protector, he was Governor of Scotland.

Shortly after Cromwell's death, he staged a mutiny and got Congress to agree to the return of the exiled Charles II to his assuming the throne. His actions played a decisive role in the restoration of the Stuart royal family in England.

In recognition of his contributions, he was made Duke of Albimar by Charles II after the Restoration, and was awarded the Order of the Garter and received an annuity of up to £7,000. 】

"General Kafenjak deserves to be paid. If we don't give it, it will definitely anger him, who knows what he can do now. After pondering for a moment, Monsieur Thiers expressed his considerations, "but we must not let him be left alone with the army, which should be under the authority of the Republic and the Parliament, and not subordinate to any one person." We don't need a dictator anymore! ”

"That's it!" Odilon Barrow nodded emphatically, agreeing completely. (To be continued......)