This is yesterday's third shift, and it was only finished at three o'clock last night, and I slept until now!

Joseph Moncet fully implemented Napoleon's ethos, his teammates sold very successfully, and many people of high society were still sitting in carriages, not knowing what was going on outside. The French cavalry escorting them turned around and galloped in the direction of the city of Paris, leaving only a team of carriages alone in the wilderness, waiting for the Prussian iron hooves.

"This is the rear of France, and we have a cavalry to protect it, so nothing will happen."

Mi Wax smiled and said to the others, "When we get to Tours, everything will be fine." ”

He was still talking to the others in the carriage, but the sudden sound of gunfire interrupted everyone's communication, and the ladies looked out of the window in horror, and saw not the familiar tricolor banner in the distance, but the Prussian Black Hawk of blood and fire, approaching the procession, and the old Guerome had already taken the lead in getting out of the carriage, with a revolver in his hand, trembling like chaff as he looked at the Prussian iron hooves rushing towards this side.

"What about our cavalry?"

At this time, Mi Wax also poked his head out, and after he saw the Prussian cavalry, his head was covered with sweat, and the French Cavalry Guards, who had been protecting him, had long disappeared without a trace. Only a group of unarmed men were left alone in the face of the Prussian cavalry rushing straight ahead.

"Run, those bastards will all run away as soon as they see the Prussian army! Now we are left to face a bunch of Prussian jackals. ”

Guerome, who finally came to his senses, roared angrily, "We are all calculated, this is a bureau set up by Napoleon. From the very beginning, he wanted to calculate all of us, what escort team was fake, he just wanted to annex the Bank of France, so he deliberately made such a situation and sent us into the mouth of the Prussian army, and we were all deceived! Bastard! It was actually countered by the provisional government! ”

The French cavalry shot at Prussia just now to stir up hatred, and the carriage team in this column was obviously much more difficult than the French cavalry with real guns.

It dawned on him that the Prussian army, seeing a group of people heavily defended by cavalry, must have mistaken it for the top of the French government, and they were like a target, waiting for Prussia to take the bait.

"What now? Are we going to identify ourselves to Prussia? ”

Seeing that the Prussian cavalry was getting closer and closer, Mira knew that she could not escape, so she had to fight for her life?

"Raise your hands and surrender, and I'll negotiate with them."

Guerom dropped his gun and, with the help of his butler, walked towards the charging Prussian cavalry, where he tried to convince them in German, telling them that they were nothing more than a group of deceived civilians and not a so-called political elite.

When Prussia was about to rush in, the crowd was still fleeing for their lives, and they could no longer care about the gold and silver jewellery they had brought with them when they fled from Paris, fearing that the Germanic barbarians would use them to sacrifice their flags.

The Prussian cavalry rushed up and surrounded everyone, and those who had fled were forced back by the cavalry, and their guns were pointed at the unarmed rich men.

Many were already frightened, begging Prussia to spare them, while cursing in their hearts for the ingratitude of the French army and their defection.

The Prussian army was equally agitated and uneasy, and wanted to escort back more than seven hundred prisoners, and that it was impossible to join the Fifth Cavalry Division, and that they had to find the most valuable guy and bring him back.

France actually sent soldiers to protect them, presumably some of them carried key information with them.

"Honorable Prussian ......"

Before Guerom could finish speaking, the soldiers in the lead interrupted him directly.

"Which of you is the leader of this team?"

Guerom was stunned for a moment, faced the soldier with a rifle, and said cautiously and humbly, "I am, we are just a group of refugees, please ......"

The Prussian cavalry did not have so much time to listen to General Guerome's nonsense, he glared at the other party, directly pulled the bolt of the gun, aimed it at the head of one of the refugees, and said, "Which people are French government officials, yes, come with us." ”

Guerom hesitated to identify the MP, but the others pointed their fingers at him in unison and cooperation. There was also Mira and several others present, betraying their companions to try to keep themselves safe.

"Damn bastard!"

Mira stared angrily at the people around her, but the others showed a kind of indifference that didn't matter to them, after all, at such a life-and-death juncture, it was important to reach Tours alive, and as for the lives of others, it didn't matter.

Who knew that the plot was reversed, and the Prussian officers ordered all the identified MPs to be taken away, and the rest were executed directly.

"Execution?"

The others looked at the Prussian cavalry with panicked faces as they loaded their bullets, and their faces turned pale with fright.

"Yes, all of them were executed, our cavalry numbered less than a thousand, it is unrealistic to take so many people with them, and they can't be allowed to reveal where we are."

Hearing the answer of the soldier officer, Guerom almost fainted with excitement, and the soldiers of less than a thousand people, the bastards of the French cavalry ran away with a few shots, simply deliberately leaving them to the Prussian army.

Deliberately?

Wait a minute.

Guerome seemed to have thought of something suddenly, the previous shelling, the current capture, Napoleon's seemingly well-intentioned escort, like a chain of schemes planned step by step, waiting for the shareholders of the Banque de France to go down. He looked back and saw that almost all of the people in this column were "coaxed" out of the upper class, and as soon as they died, the stake in the Banque de France would be vacated, and the Provisional Government would smoothly take over the treasury of the empire.

The old man held his forehead, he didn't expect that he would be calculated at this step in his life. At the same time, the last glimmer of hope for Napoleon was disillusioned, and he could not tolerate such a despicable attempt to seize the financial capital of France, let alone the decades of accumulation of the Gault banking family as his squandering capital.

Louis Bonaparte during the Second Empire was a benevolent monarch compared to Napoleon.

Guerrome's last hope was dashed, he no longer had any illusions with Napoleon, and he wanted to cooperate with Prussia to reclaim his own interests.

"I'm a member of parliament Guerom and I have important information to report to Prussia."

The sudden change made the Prussian cavalry stunned, and they looked at the old man who declared his identity in front of him for some reason.

His tone lost his previous flusterity and became calm and composed.

"It's about the high-level intelligence of the Provisional Government, please escort me safely to the base camp of the Prussian army."

"As for the others, do whatever you want."