It's another summer morning.

The sun shone on the earth, revealing its majesty before the world, and the sun involuntarily enveloped the whole of Paris in it, and every dwelling, every palace, could only be bathed in this majesty that belonged only to the Father, and quietly watched the passage of time.

It was an extremely clear morning, and therefore perfect for celebrations, especially for military celebrations.

At this time, the hall of the Elysée Palace was already noisy, and a large group of people in various uniforms were arranged in an orderly manner, and at the same time projected their eyes on the group of people in the center.

And the focus of these people's eyes is Louis Bonaparte, the president of the current French Republic, who is wearing a formal dress and talking with the people around him with a smile on his face, as if he is in a very happy mood.

He is indeed entitled to joy.

Because, today, in addition to a large number of kings and emperors, his family will have the title of French marshal.

After the medals were presented to the other officers present, the whole ceremony came to the most important part, and in the eyes of the crowd, a sparse old man stepped out of the ranks and walked before the president.

Because of his fat stature and his lovely smile, the old man had no majesty at all, even in his military uniform—he did not seem to want to show any majesty himself—but more like a country innkeeper.

He was pale and a little swollen, and it was evident that he had lived a dissolute life in his youth, but he tried his best to hold his chest and abdomen. In order to be like a king in front of all his comrades who know the roots.

This old man is Jérôme Bonaparte, the former king of Westphalia and the youngest brother of Napoleon. In his youth, he was dissolute and uninhibited, much to the headache of his brother, who was the emperor. But the emperor, out of his own family concept, still gave him the title of king; By 185o, he had become the eldest member of the Bonaparte family, so much so that he could be made Marshal of France by his nephew for this alone!

Optimistic and cheerful throughout his life, he was hospitable, and he reciprocated his enthusiasm for everyone, so he was loved by almost everyone.

Because luck always comes with you. So he didn't have anything to worry about - no matter what, others would give him glory and riches, he just had to live and wait there.

Is there anything happier than this?

At least Charles hadn't found it yet, though he didn't want to live a life like the former king. But he still couldn't help but be a little envious of the other party.

At this moment, as the most important part of the atmosphere, President Louis Bonaparte handed a marshal's cane to his uncle, and Prince Jérôme-Bonaparte took it with a smile. Their eyes narrowed with joy. It's like a child who gets a toy. The crowd of onlookers, including Charles, erupted in fierce cheers and applauded enthusiastically.

By making his uncle Jérôme Bonaparte a marshal, Louis Bonaparte took care of his own family affection and served as an exemplary example of buying money for his own money—the equivalent of saying to the ambitious generals: "Look, even an incompetent man like my uncle can be made a marshal." Is there anyone else I can't seal? As long as you're willing to run......"

Undoubtedly, later reality turned out. This temptation is extremely useful.

"It's like a kid getting a toy! Hehe. At that moment, a slightly disdainful comment rang in Charles's ears. The family knows that they can sit back and enjoy their success, from Lao Tzu to their son. ”

Of course, he wouldn't have come to taunt Jerome, and he had no intention of finding out who was saying the sour thing.

He only looked at the president's brother Morny, who was standing next to him, and now he was looking at the two uncles and nephews of Bonaparte, who were talking cordially—and, Joseph Bonaparte, who was standing next to them. Joseph accompanied his father to the ceremony today, and it was evident that he was in a very happy mood.

His pleasure, of course, was not only in witnessing the moment when his father became marshal, but it was evident that he seemed to feel that his father and himself had been confirmed as the rightful heirs of the Bonaparte family through such a ceremony.

"Charles?" Morni spoke suddenly, but his gaze didn't drift in the slightest.

"What, sir?" Charles asked in a low voice.

"People who get carried away are often people who don't know they're about to fail." He said coldly.

………………

After the ceremony, Louis Bonaparte summoned Charles to his meeting room.

After the hard work just now, the president's face was obviously tired, but his mental state was quite good.

"Charles, the recent work in the 6th Army Department has been quite smooth, right?" Without too many pleasantries, Louis Bonaparte asked about Charles directly.

"Well, it's all right." Charles nodded respectfully. "Although there were more difficulties than expected, on the whole, the people in the ministry were quite cooperative, at least no one was deliberately trying to trouble me."

"That's fine." Louis Bonaparte smiled and nodded, "I don't ask everyone to follow us, and those who don't want to follow will be in the way." ”

"But...... After observing for a period of time, I now see that the biggest problem in the 6th Army is not in the 6th Army headquarters, but in another place. Charles said cautiously.

"What do you mean?" The president's expression immediately became solemn.

"As things stand, the bigger problem is in Paris, in the Tuileries." Charles lowered his voice, and then told Louis Bonaparte what Lucien had previously told him, as it was.

As Charles recounted, Louis Bonaparte's face became more and more solemn, and his brow furrowed.

"This question is indeed very strict." After Charles had finished speaking, he said coldly.

Then the room fell into an oppressive silence, and although Louis Bonaparte's expression remained unchanged, Charles knew that the other man was now angry.

"Charles, we must remove Shangargne from his duties and hold the garrison of Paris in our hands." After a long time, Louis Bonaparte finally spoke.

This is obvious - since there is going to be a coup d'état, it is necessary to hold the garrison of the capital in your hands, but ...... Nothing is just talk.

"But even if we want to do it now, we can't do it unless we are completely sure, and judging by the current situation, we haven't done it yet......" Louis Bonaparte's expression was full of confidence and calmness, "although we have now greatly damaged the prestige of the Parliament, they are still an effective authority. I can't get rid of them all at once, so I'm going to wait for them to keep making mistakes and continue to fall apart...... continue to immerse yourself in the battle of opinions and boring partisan debates......"

His tone became more and more indifferent, "But, I can't spare them!" I can't spare them! ”

Moments later, the president regained his composure.

"Charles, have you found any generals in the 6th Army who are willing to cooperate with us during this time?"

"Among those recommended by the Duke of Dalmatia and the Count of Laporta, I have already spoken to some of the generals," Charles still bowed his head. "Although it can't be said to be completely reliable, but after all, I am still now, some generals are inclined to us, as long as we continue to contact them, it is very likely that we will be able to get their support."

"For example?"

"General de Saint-Arnaud, for example." "Although he is now in North Africa, I have established personal correspondence with him, and from what he has revealed, he admires our ideas and has great ambitions for his future." ”

[Jacques-Leroy de Saint-Arnaud, born in 18o1 into an aristocratic family, entered the army in 1817, but resigned due to obscurity. He then ventured through several countries, and only returned to the army as a second lieutenant after the July dynasty in 1831.

He then went to Algeria, where he was promoted to general in 1843. At the time of the February Revolution of 1848 he was a brigade commander in Paris, but he did not take part in the repression, and was later transferred to North Africa by the government of the Republic.

After that, for the sake of personal success, he became a Bonapartist and was appreciated and promoted by Louis Bonaparte, who appointed him Minister of the 6th Army in 1851 and became one of the main plotters of the coup d'état, Napoleon III appointed him Marshal of France in 1852, appointing him Senator. 】

"Saint-Arnaud?" Louis Bonaparte frowned slightly, taking the surname to heart. After all, the generals who are willing to defect to him now, each of them is important. "Ambitious? It doesn't matter, we need to be ambitious and dare to follow us to do big things! I'll use him! ”

"I'll give you a detailed list later." Charles said respectfully.

With the advantage of being a traverser, Charles was able to easily identify the generals who had historically supported Bonaparte and eventually helped in the coup, and he recommended them to Louis Bonaparte for his own exploits.

So, by inadvertentity, Charles became the recommender of these men—and in the future, of course, he would be grateful to these people, and to Louis Bonaparte.

Why not?

"Charles, well done!" Sure enough, Louis Bonaparte was delighted.

"That's what I'm supposed to do."

"I was able to make my uncle a marshal this time, so what is the obstacle to making your grandfather a marshal next time?" Louis Bonaparte tapped Charles on the shoulder as a sign of encouragement, "Do a good job, Charles." (To be continued!)

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