Chapter Seventy-Eight: Heaven Punishes the Thief
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"Dispose of the bodies, put them in sacks, and throw them into the Seine."
As if for the people of the National Gendarmerie, these dead were just insignificant livestock.
They dragged the Assassin's corpse down, dragging a shocking trail of blood on the ground, some of which had been pierced with exaggerated wounds, the blood had coagulated, and their pale faces looked like the last drop of blood had been shed.
This is not a dictatorial bullet, this is the democratic dictatorship of the people.
None of the conservatives who oppose the French Republican Revolution want to leave alive!
Thiers turned his head, trying not to look at the bloody scene, and said with a pretense of composure, "Your Majesty, the task you have given me has been completed, and now I can leave?" ”
"Not yet."
Napoleon blocked Thiers' path with his hand outstretched, still holding a revolver in his right hand. His eyes looked directly at Thiers, who had been broken in front of him. Politicians are okay in the political struggle, but when it comes to the actual level of conflict, they are at a loss.
"My mission is over, you want me to get the list of royalists, and I did. You want me to guide the rebel troops to the Tuileries, and I have done as you commanded, and now what do you want from me? ”
"You've only done the first part, and now you'll need to guide the royalists to the conference room at the Palais Bourbon. Arsi is a cunning fox, and he will not be reassured that you are not there in person. The crackdown was not over until the bowels of all the rebel royalists were dragged out. Your Excellency Thiers, France still needs you now. ”
Napoleon patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Lead all the royalist MPs to the Palais Bourbon, and your task will be completed." ”
The corners of Thiers' mouth twitched, his eyes looked at the gun in Napoleon's hand, and he really didn't dare to say no.
He feared for his safety, and if he was found to be a traitor, he would wait to be executed by the royalists.
He asked with a lingering mouth, "Do you want to arrest them all?" The vast majority of royalist parliamentarians were unaware of the riot, and if you did, you would be met with resistance from many of the upper classes in Paris. ”
Napoleon said nonchalantly, "The propaganda of public opinion is on the side of the republicans, the opinion of the upper class is not the most important, and in times of war, everything can be dealt with on a special basis." ”
"This ......"
Thiers was so blocked that the back garden had been cleared, and everything would be restored to its original appearance when the sun rose the next day, except for bullet holes in the ground and mottled bloodstains.
Special circumstances and special treatment, the meaning of exterminating is self-evident.
Napoleon smiled slightly, but did not speak. He didn't have the kindness to treat a group of traitors who wanted to overthrow the French regime at any time, and whoever was ready to support the Bourbon monarchy was a French thief.
The only way to end up with a thief is to apologize for his sin with death.
Heaven punishes the national thief!
Despite his reluctance, Thiers set off, and after seeing the Russian turntable and the bloody night, Thiers looked like he was walking on thin ice when facing Napoleon. He thought that this guy was just taking advantage of the situation to take power, but he didn't expect that he would directly drive all the royalists to a dead end.
Even made a move that Napoleon III did not dare to make.
"Is this still Napoleon? This is simply Richelieu in 1626, Ivan the Terrible in 1565. ”
Thiers' grip on his chest lost its warmth and became cold and stiff. And the royalists tonight are the poor Duke of Orleans and the people of Novgorod.
He regretted that he was not on the side of the royalists, and he was glad that he had escaped a bloody massacre.
Thiers' carriage stopped at the door of the Bourbon Palace, and already Royalist members of Parliament had arrived, dressed in velvet Rudangaut coats and with their top hats down, afraid that others would see their faces. Most of them were aristocrats awakened from a slumber on Simmons, and when they heard of the terrible conspiracy that took place in Paris at night, they suddenly lost their weariness and got up and put on their clothes.
At the same time, they were also thinking about another question with anxiety, whether they would swear allegiance to the new king when the sun rose tomorrow.
The sound of artillery in the distance was still loud and loud, but the more than 200 members of the royalist party were ready to betray the interests of the people, and the war did not meet their expectations, let alone a war that could not be won.
Thiers opened the carriage, and Larsie waited anxiously for his arrival on the pillars.
After seeing the other party appear, Lars immediately stepped forward and asked, "Why are you alone, Sherid?" ”
"He is still in control of the situation at the Tuileries, Napoleon has arranged fewer guards than we thought, and I have already brought the resignations of Trochu and Napoleon, and tomorrow it will be announced at the town hall that the Comte de Chambord will take over Paris." ”
"So rashly?"
"Without further ado."
Ralsey was taken aback, he didn't expect everything to go so smoothly, he asked the other party rhetorically, "What about the army that is still fighting on the front line?" We need the Prussians to control the situation in Paris. ”
"I have sent someone to read the surrender proclamation to the defenders of Paris, and it will be all over tonight. By dawn tomorrow, Bismarck and King Wilhelm would take over the city as victors. ”
Looking at the parliamentarians who were entering one after another, Thiers asked, "Are all the people here?" ”
Larsi nodded, relieved and said, "Except for a few people, everyone else has already arrived." Rest assured, those congressmen have been restricted by us, and they don't have to worry about running to the Republican guys. ”
Thiers breathed a sigh of relief, and this group of fish that slipped through the net couldn't make any waves, nodded and added, "All the royalist MPs are here?" ”
"Yes, all the members of Congress are here."
"Let us go in now, and without further ado, a vote will be held at once to welcome the return of the Count of Chambor."
Thiers looked left and right, and after making sure that there was no one else around the column, he took Larsie and walked into the gate of the Palais Bourbon.
What the royalists did not notice was that in the surrounding buildings, keen hounds had already smelled traitors. They stared coldly at the marble palace, pushing the bullets of the people's democratic dictatorship into the chambers of their guns and aiming them in the direction of the French traitors.
The ambushed national gendarmerie only confirmed that the traitors would not suddenly leave the palace symbolizing the Reichstag for the rest of the year, but ironically, the place of popular power was filled with pro-restoration parliamentarians.
And the choking smell of black powder in the basement of the Palace of Bourbon, waiting to detonate the deadly powder keg.