As soon as he walked into the dungeon of Fort St. More, Huang Luofeng smelled rancid and moldy.

Brissot and other high-ranking revolutionaries are being held here for the time being, and they will be sent to the Bastille tomorrow to await trial. You don't have to think about it to know that most people will be guillotined.

"Good evening, gentlemen."

Huang Luofeng walked over to the iron bars of the cell and asked, "How much do you know about that Templar, anyone who can provide useful information can get a corresponding reduction in sentence." ”

The prisoners looked at each other and fell silent for a moment, not because they didn't want to say anything, but because they didn't know much about it and didn't know how to answer.

"All I know is that his name is Andrew, and he claims to be the head of the Templar region of Paris, our biggest benefactor, and that he provided us with this castle as a base base, and that he has helped us a lot in secret, and that we wouldn't have enough arms without him."

A middle-aged man wearing a white wig was the first to speak, his expression was very calm, and his tone was also very steady, although he was a prisoner, he still maintained a calm and unhurried bearing, which made Huang Luofeng can't help but look at him twice.

"That's all?"

"Yes, that's all." The middle-aged man in the white wig spread his hands helplessly, "Andrew, this guy is usually very mysterious, and he rarely participates in our meetings, usually only appears when major decisions are made, and we are not familiar with him." He shrugged and looked at the Brie Cableway, "Perhaps...... Mistress Brissot probably knows something we don't know, after all, he sits in the leader's seat. ”

"Condorcet!" Brissor scolded angrily, seeing Huang Luofeng's gaze on him, he snorted coldly, "I don't know more than others, besides, even if I know, I won't tell you!" You abominable Oriental, the king's lackey, the devil ......"

In the middle of his words, Brissot suddenly showed a frightened look, only to see his hands in front of him, and his body unconsciously retreated.

As he saw the stocky officer walking towards him, Brissot had a premonition that something bad was going to happen.

"Ahem......", Huang Luofeng coughed dryly, quickly stopped the officer, and then asked, "Do you have any information about the organization and base of the Knights Templar?" He paused, "Also, is there any special place in this castle like a secret room?" ”

"I know! I know! The small-eyed, sharp-mouthed, linen-clad man replied, "Your Excellency, there is a secret passage in the study on the second floor, which leads to the outside of the castle......"

After the interrogation, Huang Luofeng walked to the high platform of the castle to prepare to blow the wind and breathe fresh air.

He had received no valuable information, and everything about the Knights Templar was still hidden in a hazy fog.

Wait for tomorrow to have someone bring the hound over and see if there can be any new discoveries, and his intuition tells Huang Luofeng that this St. Mor Fort must be buried with a huge secret.

At present, Huang Luofeng has a total of two things that he cares about.

The first thing was, of course, about the Knights Templar, both of which had to be addressed, both of which had to be addressed, both of them being their secret base and their potential power within France.

As long as the Knights Templar, who have a common enmity with the King of France, exists, they will certainly continue to plot actions to subvert the royal power, just like terrorist organizations, which are unguardable and annoying.

Perhaps because his zodiac sign is Virgo, Huang Luofeng has a tendency towards perfectionism, and there is an old saying in the Celestial Empire - "Help people to the end, send Buddha to the west". He wanted to clear Louis XVI of enemies in the shadows, not to mention the fact that the Knights Templar also had supernatural powers in their hands, which aroused his great interest.

To this end, he even intended to suggest that Louis XVI set up a department to deal with the Templars.

Another thing is the whereabouts of the two Orientals, and later Huang Luofeng inquired in detail about the situation at that time, and found that what the two Orientals put forward was obviously the strategic plan of "the countryside encircles the city".

With such an advanced strategic concept, coupled with the identity of an Oriental, Huang Luofeng was almost certain that those two Orientals were also Skywalkers who had crossed over from the original world like him.

However, now that the overall situation has been decided, as long as the reform continues to be promoted, and measures are taken to help the victims of the famine, it is expected that even if other Skywalkers want to oppose him, it will be difficult to make any big waves.

Huang Luofeng, who was immersed in thoughts, lowered his head, and unconsciously walked in front of the mottled battlements, the strong wind from the height of the castle blew his hair very messy, although the breeze brought bursts of coolness, but he inexplicably gave birth to a sense of melancholy in his heart.

Even from the top of the castle, you can still smell the smoke of gunpowder, and at night it covers the streets like a black carpet, hiding the blood on the ground.

Many areas of the town of Saint-Maur have been reduced to rubble, and even if the houses that managed to escape the shelling could not escape the fate of being looted by the soldiers.

This is the cruelty of war, for the superiors of the feudal era, war is nothing more than a game of games, whether it is soldiers or people, in their eyes it is just a dozen chips.

And for ordinary people, once the war starts, it often becomes involuntary.

Whether it is reduced to cannon fodder or a senseless death in the flames of war, it is a sad ending. Unarmed, they were nothing more than a herd of lambs to the slaughter in the face of enemy soldiers.

Huang Luofeng turned around and strolled to the other side of Fort St. More.

The red and yellow light flickered by the lake, the flames rose into the sky with pillars of smoke, and the tricolor flags hanging in the castle were taken down one by one and thrown into the raging flames with the corpses.

Looking at the corpses of those revolutionary soldiers who were sent to be burned from afar, Huang Luofeng felt a lot of emotion in his heart, they were the victims of the class struggle, and future generations might posthumously call them the heroes of the revolution, but now they will be labeled as rebels and suffer the contempt and scolding of the people.

And all this, perhaps, is to blame on his head, it is his willfulness and selfishness that have turned these people from heroes into traitors.

Huang Luofeng understood that his melancholy came from the guilt in his heart, and his conscience would hurt, but he would not regret his choice, and he would not make excuses with "half of this decision was handed over to Qi Liuyun".

The history books are always written by the victors, and the losers have to pay a heavy price.

With the last tricolor flag thrown into the fire, the French Revolution came to an end.

The spark that was supposed to change the times was extinguished by Huang Luofeng without mercy before it formed a prairie fire.

"The firelight illuminates a new era!"

The short and fat officer standing in front of the fire suddenly raised his arms and shouted, he was the same man who had fought the top of the boxing revolution twice, his face was red with flames, and his eyes were shining with a fiery light.

This light is his desire to be at the helm of the great ship of the new era, and the young officer has unparalleled ambition and ambition.

Hearing the shout, Huang Luofeng was excited, and suddenly remembered - that short and fat officer can't be the legendary Napoleon, right?