It's late at night.

The early summer sky was cloudless, with only a full moon high above it, which scattered its quiet silver light all over the wilderness, making everything on the ground seem so clear.

It was silent, except for the sparse chirping of insects, and in the early hours of June 3, 1849, it didn't look much different from any previous day.

However, this is destined to be the last calm before the storm.

In this clear moonlight, Major Lucien-Leflaire took out his pocket watch and waited for that predetermined moment. Obviously, the second hand of the pocket watch did not make any sound when it moved, but in his heart, the sound of "click, click, click" was endless.

He wasn't nervous, just excited, the excitement of a soldier when he was about to face the battlefield, the excitement of seeing thousands of people carry out their plans.

The second hand finally reached the fateful moment, and he looked up at several small buildings in the distance.

At this moment, the roar of the cannon suddenly sounded, and the shell, which had undergone the initial acceleration in the smoothbore cannon, rushed headlong towards the intended target with a sharp whistling, causing the buildings in the distance to crumble.

With the roar of the cannons, the shouts and shouts in the position also suddenly sounded, and the original silence was broken in an instant, and the incessant insect chirping was also completely crushed by the fierce shouts and shouts of killing.

Dozens of command knives swung one after another, and the cold sword light flashed one after another, like brilliant starlight.

With the orders of the front-line commanders, it was like children who had been summoned by the magic flute. The soldiers, dressed in blue shirts and red trousers, picked up their rifles with bayonets loaded and leaped out of the ambushed positions. Then he rushed forward regardless of it.

"Rush!"

"Long live France!"

"Into Rome!"

"Hang Mazzini!"

"Defend the Pope!"

The slogans came together and turned into a strange roar that no one could hear, but no one cared what it was, they just drew strength from the shouts and the courage to rush forward.

As soon as they began to charge, the enemies on the opposite side were also alarmed, and they immediately launched a counterattack as if they had just woken up from a dream. Bursts of gunfire and artillery fire rang out from the opposite side, and solid cast-iron shells flew through the air at terrible speeds and bounced off the ground. The soldiers who stood in their way were shattered, flesh and blood blurred, and even mutilated limbs were knocked into the sky and then fell hard.

Before the building. Quite a few soldiers were hit by bullets. Then he fell straight to the ground, and the wounded let out a terrible howl in great pain, adding a harmonious note to the incessant shouts of killing.

Lucy quietly watched the soldiers' charge, and in front of him, from time to time, soldiers fell, but he ignored it, just estimating the advantages and disadvantages of the situation.

The soldiers were not afraid of the enemy's return fire, they just rushed forward with a strange scream. The officers had to obey their orders, and some of them had drunk some alcohol beforehand. They don't care what's going on around them. Rushing forward as if they had gone mad, those who were wounded or killed in battle did not receive attention, no mercy, not even a moment's gaze from the living. In order to fulfill the commander's order, their comrades could only rush forward one by one, while secretly praying that they would not become one of the dying people, and that they would no longer have the energy to pay attention to the fate of others.

Under Lucien's gaze, the blue frenzy grew closer and closer to its goal.

"Stop shelling! Stop shelling! He shouted, "Our men are about to rush in!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a small group of soldiers had already stepped on the corpses of the soldiers in front of them and rushed into the villa in front of them, and the sound of gunfire and bayonet clashing in the house was changed into a somewhat muffled and strange tune, and under the encouragement of this scene, the soldiers outside roared louder, and their steps sped up a little, and they also rushed into the villa.

"Win!" After seeing this scene, Lucien was overjoyed, "Rome is ours!" ”

"Lucien, report to the general!" An officer next to him was equally overjoyed, "We're going to give our victory to Mr. President!" ”

"He's not a president!" Amid the sound of gunfire, Lucien shouted back, "Long live the Emperor!" ”

Just as the slogan "Long live the Emperor" was about to come out, the soldiers who stormed the villa also planted a military flag on the roof of the villa, which not only symbolized the fall of the stronghold, but also marked a decisive victory for the French Republic's attack on the Roman Republic.

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The spark of revolution, which originated in France in 1848, soon spread throughout the European continent, and even the most conservative and reactionary Papal States were greatly touched. On November 15, Pellegrino-Rossi, Minister of Justice of the Papal States, was assassinated, and the next day the citizens of Rome took to the streets to demand social reforms, the appointment of a democratic government, and a declaration of war on Austria. On the evening of 24 November, Pope Pius IX fled Rome disguised as a clergyman and took refuge in the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies (the king at the time was a branch of the Bourbon family). The Pope refused to recognize the government of the Remainder and subsequently issued some new liberalizing decrees, which the Pope refused to recognize and formed in exile.

The citizens of Rome held their first free elections on January 21, 1849, to form a constituent assembly, and all men over the age of 21 could vote. On 8 February, the Constituent Assembly proclaimed the Roman Republic, headed by a three-member ruling council, with the pope retaining only the position of religious leader, while Mazzini, the spiritual leader of the Italian revolutionaries, became one of the three consuls and held de facto power.

Pope Pius IX, who was unwilling to give up his power, immediately appealed to the Catholic countries of Europe for help and asked to put an end to the riots. Representatives of France, Austria, Spain and other countries gathered in Gaeta, Spain, to draw up a plan for armed intervention in the Roman Republic. In April 1849. Under the orders of Louis Bonaparte, President of the French Republic, General Oudinot led a French army of 9,000 men to land at Civitavecchia and at the same time advanced on Rome.

And the Austrians invaded Bologna. The Spanish army was advancing south of Rome, and the armies of the Kingdom of the Two Sicilies (also known as the Kingdom of Naples) were advancing on Rome, and the nascent Roman Republic was on the verge of ruin.

At this time, Garibaldi, the legendary hero of the Italians, arrived in the Roman Republic and was appointed as a general, commanding an army that was severely under-numbered, equipped, and trained. Successive victories were frustrated by the French and Kingdom of Sicily armies. He occupied strongholds such as the Villa of the Four Winds and the Villa of Pamphili with his infantry near the city of Rome. The control of the Gianicolo heights with artillery formed a well-fortified defensive position, which repeatedly thwarted the attacks of the French troops.

Immediately after the successive setbacks in Rome, General Oudinot asked for reinforcements from within France. President Louis-Bonaparte got the message. Enraged, he immediately ordered reinforcements to be sent, and the strength of the French army soon reached 40,000. At the same time, in order to be safe, he also sent an old man to be in charge of the entire French army.

This veteran is the famous General de Treville of the Imperial Era, and Lucien Leflaire, under the care of the general, has escaped last year's predicament. He even became the general's aide-de-camp and accompanied him on expeditions.

As soon as I came to Italy. General de Treville first halted all military operations, recuperated his men from their previous exhaustion, and at the same time began negotiations with the representatives of the Roman Republic, delaying the preparation time while taking advantage of the opportunity to find out what was going on with the other side.

By this time, however, the Roman Republic had regained its slackening from its tensions, and their armed forces were divided into three divisions, isolated in disconnected cities, and the troops did not hurry up to build fortifications, and everywhere there was singing and dancing, and even Garibaldi himself was left alone because of the exclusion of his colleagues.

Sensing that the time was ripe, General de Treville decided to attack.

In order to maintain secrecy, he decided not to prepare for artillery fire in advance, and directly launched a charge at night to seize the victory between the enemy and the enemy, and the location he chose happened to be the strongholds such as the Four Winds Villa and the Pamphili Villa, which had been repeatedly attacked by the French army before.

Lucien-Leflair was the one he sent to oversee the battle at the front, and even the formulation of this plan had his share of credit, and after the capture of this vital stronghold, the gates of Rome were already far away, and there was nothing left to stop the French attack.

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The artillery fire continued, the wounded lay on the ground groaning helplessly, and some were inevitably dying. However, it is only the fluttering military flag that deserves people's attention.

Seeing that the plan he had participated in was so successfully completed, Lucien could only feel great excitement, his blood, his passion, his ambition, had been burned by the artillery fire, and could no longer be easily cooled down. He was not alone, the entire French army was already feeling a scene not seen in decades. This was the first war of Louis Bonaparte's reign, but it was not the last.

In the midst of complete victory, Lucien felt great satisfaction, and he was full of pride in the army in which he had participated, and the only thing that made him feel a little lacking was that the enemy was just a ragtag of hastily armed people, completely incompatible with the opponent of his dreams.

"We almost lost the honor of victory, such a victory is meaningless!" He thought to himself.

After a moment, he put those thoughts behind him and turned to look at the officer next to him.

"I'm going to report to the general now, you take your men to hold here, don't let the Italians succeed in their counterattack!"

"No problem." The officer hurriedly agreed, "Go ahead and report the good news to the general." ”

"Long live the Empire!" Both men shouted at the same time.

Although, now it is a republic. (To be continued......)

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