Prime Minister John de Witt originally had his own guards, but they had been managed to transfer by the Orange Belt Party before the riots, and for the Orange Belt Party, Mr. Prime Minister was the undoubted murderer, and they even led the people into the city hall and captured the Prime Minister and his brother, even though the Prime Minister shouted "Try me, try me!" Hoping for a glimmer of life in the courtroom and in the prison, people still just dragged them out of the office, dragged them out of the street, and stood in a small square, and as soon as the prime minister saw there, he couldn't help but **** and pray, there were no judges, no juries, no executioners, this is not to say, they can be pardoned, the truth is the opposite, it means that they will be tortured and slaughtered with great cruelty.

A monarch once said that the people are like children, this is not contempt, but a catastrophe, yes, the people are as docile as cattle and horses many times, silent as earth and stone, but when they uncover the surface of mediocrity and reveal the "evil" below, even the devil cannot compare with it, what happened to John De De, Werther and his brothers, the author can't even bear to resort to the pen, let's take a look at the Dutch painter Jane de Barn in "The Corpse of the De Witt Brothers" Let's get a glimpse of the gore and horror of the time.

On this gloomy background, like a small open space on a humble stage, there is a torture frame converted from a ladder, on which hang two white bodies, and those who don't know the inside will think that they have seen two shaved and disemboweled lambs at first glance, but if you look closely, the one hanging on the ground is not a human arm, between the drooping arms, there is a bloody head, and unkempt hair— Mr. Prime Minister faced the audience, and the audience could clearly see that his eyes had been gouged out, his ears and nose had been cut off, and his lips had disappeared, revealing a hollow black hole - the tooth must have fallen out in the previous beating, and it was wide open, as if it was still uttering the last unwilling cry of anger and mournful pleading, but it was clear that even if the stone had not been lost, the cry of the Prime Minister would not be heard by the people who had lost their minds.

His chest was bare, and sometimes people would say, in order to show their sincerity, I will show you my heart, and Mr. Prime Minister did it, and he may have been cowardly, or he may have had ambitions, or selfish desires, but he was indeed loyal to the Netherlands, although it was because of this loyalty that he finally led the Netherlands to destruction and death— But after all, he showed his heart to the people, but the greedy people took not only his heart, but also his liver and stomach, so here you can only see the empty heart of Mr. Prime Minister, like the desperate treasury of Amsterdam, as if he had paid off his debts to his people.

On his thigh, there is a deep cut mark, deep visible bones, and the same is true of the brothers around him, quite symmetrical, here, the painter does not exaggerate this tragedy too much, but in later records, we can see that the people left only two bones of Bai Sensen, no, not because their anger has lasted to such a point, but because some people, out of the whims of merchants, cut off the flesh of the two brothers, and sold them all the way along more than a thousand rivers at the price of ten copper coins a piece, and the Dutch, who started as a trader, of course, will not give up this opportunity, they flock to itIf it weren't for the fact that the parliamentarians would have found it impossible to see the Prime Minister and his brother, and the Werther family guards finally arrived in the square, the Werther brothers would not have left even a single fingernail, and hundreds of years later, we can still see that the finger of Prime Minister John de Witte is displayed in a church.

Now, let us go back in time, to that chaotic night, when the dawn would finally come, and in the sad weeping of relatives and the smiles of political enemies, the reign of the DeWitt brothers came to an end, and a new round of competition for the new Speaker and the place of Mr. Prime Minister began again, and almost all the countries except France were dumbfounded by such a change - did not these people see the 120,000 troops of the French arrayed on the northern front of Flanders?

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"As I said, this is freedom. They are free to slaughter innocent people or to send their country to the end of their lives. Louis handed over the letter from the spy to Philippe, who bowed down to take it, and the Duke of Colonna, who was beside him, stepped forward and fastened his sword to the king, and now, the young duke, was only favored by the king to the extent of his brother Philip, and people often saw him at the king's side, whether it was to receive ministers or to deal with official business, the king would not shy away from him, and the most jealous thing was that the king still took the Duke of Colonna with him at such an important moment, in front of his army, at the moment when war was declared on the Netherlands.

The Duke of Cologna is eleven years old this year, and he is not far from coming of age, and it is known that he is the illegitimate son of the king, born even earlier than the crown prince Louis, although the king cannot let him inherit his position, but he was born as the Duke of Cologna, although he has no territory, there is really nothing to complain about- As far as Philippe knew, people in the French court were speculating whether the king would choose a wife for him among the nobles who owned the land, like the Duke of Luxembourg, and it was common for the nobles of the time to obtain a piece of land from his wife, which was a common method among the nobles of the time, and only Philippe knew a little from the king's words that the king intended to marry the daughter of the Duke of Colonna to the daughter of the Grand Duke of Tuscany, the father of the princess was Gaston Orleans, and her mother was the sister of the Duke of Lorraine, the lady who accompanied him on his deathbed.

Of course, this lady will not have much affection for Louis, and the little princess was born in 67, and she is only three years old now, so it is too early to talk about marriage, but the Orleans system originally had the right to inherit Naples, and as the Grand Duke of Tuscany, the Medici had ruled the Tuscany region for a hundred years, and if they had their support, the Duke of Cologna would have more bargaining chips to inherit and obtain the Naples region- As for the princess Marguerite Orléans, Louis could only hope that she had the sanity of a wise man, the Queen of Naples was already a good title, the Habsburgs would not accept the descendants of a merchant, and the other countries did not have a good candidate for the time being, and she was not necessarily willing to fill her daughter into the harem of Ottoman Turkey.

But this was after the end of the war against the Netherlands, and Louis had already tasted the sweetness of the war—under the threat of great force, status, bloodline, or title, or the maggots of Rome, the enemies on the table or hidden in the shadows...... Louis put down his hand and pressed it on the shoulder of the Duke of Cologna, Louis is now more than five feet and five inches, about six feet, with wide shoulders and long legs, he is a rather majestic man, the Duke of Cologna is ten years old this year, but he is already about four square feet, he inherited the advantages from his father and mother, he was born with beautiful eyebrows, fair skin, and in terms of talent, whether it is the surface world or the inner world, he is the best of his peers, and sometimes even adults cannot compare with him. It can be said that apart from some flaws in terms of origin, there is nothing to be faulted about.

Philip held the king's hat on the side, thinking that his brother had worked hard for this child for no reason, perhaps because of his apologies, little Lucy received even more love than little Louie, and Louie's love for little Lucy was also reciprocated in little Lucy- The Duke of Cologna's admiration for the king can be seen by anyone with eyes, although his birth was accompanied by intrigue and calculation, Louis has never been absent in his life, and even the Duke of Cologna has become sweet and bitter, not only will it not take away his love for his father, but it will seem that the relationship between them is more mellow and deep.

"Philip?" the king had been standing there for a long time, and he had not seen Philip bring his hat over, so he couldn't help but ask curiously, and Philip reacted and hurriedly stepped forward with his hat.

Louis bowed his head slightly, asking Philippe to put his hat on, and quipped that if the Duke of Orleans was so incompetent, he would deprive him of the right to serve him and leave the job to the Duke of Cologna, while Philippe snorted half-truthfully, "Then he must need a stool." ”

"Children grow up very quickly. The king sighed, and his gaze briefly met with that of the Duke of Orleans, and the two of them laughed together, and it was evident that they both remembered what they had been like when they were children, and snuggled up to their mother in their little dresses, and did not expect that one day they would run side by side on the battlefield.

But for the rest of the ceremony, not only Philip, but no one could accompany or follow the king, because no one could take away the light of the Sun King, even a slight.

The royal tent stood on a hill, and on the plain below the hill was the king's army, and these strong and warlike young men, dressed in uniform according to the distinction between legions and branches, with buttons on uniforms, epaulettes on their shoulders, and bayonets on muskets, shining in the sun, Louis rode a tall white steed, with his cloak half-folded behind him, and slowly walked in front of them, and slowly, the pace of the horses grew faster and faster, and the king, dressed in royal blue, ran in a strict array, and as he ran, he shouted: "Long live France!"

"Long live France!" shouted the soldiers, who had at first been a little restrained, but the king had taken off his hat, "louder!", he cried, "let our enemies hear it, good lads, louder!"

The cries of the soldiers were thus louder and louder, and they were shouting long live France, and long live the king, long live Louis XIV, although a little chaotic, but like waves crashing on the rocks, on the contrary, it was more exciting, and the speed of the king's horse was already at a worrying point, like a white lightning bolt, in the gray, The royal blue and indigo dense forest shuttled back and forth, each passing by bringing a greater surprise resonance, and the generals and ministers in front of the royal tent had already stood up nervously, but none of them dared to stop it, even if it was just to follow...... They all had to worry about being swallowed up by the mighty waves of the soldiers.

The king was like a white sailing ship supported by them, sometimes disappearing, sometimes appearing, and those shouts were like a prelude to victory, sending the king to the top of the wave again and again.

As if in an instant, the rumbling sound came from far and near, and the king's white horse leaped up the hill before their eyes, and the king stopped in front of the royal tent, and he turned to the army, raised his hands, and the roar under the hill stopped - even one thought that he was suddenly deaf - but only because the soldiers saw their king.

The Duke of Cologna's eyes were red and his chest was heaving, this was his father, his king! He was almost about to cry out, but he could only control himself with the last shred of reason.

But the Duke of Orleans was glad that he had not taken over the regent's authority at the persuasion of his mother and Mr. Bishop when his brother was wounded, otherwise he would never have been able to stand with his brother and share his glory and witness the grandeur and splendor of this moment, even if he could have saved his life.

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, Louis stretched out his arm to the north: "Amsterdam, everyone," his voice echoed in the hills: "Go, to Amsterdam!"

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"Amsterdam is finished. Charles II said: "Holland is finished." ”

Ten paces away from him sat William III, a young man who listened to Charles II's words, and even if there was another city, he could not help but show a look of indignation, "The Netherlands will not be finished," he said, "do not underestimate the people of the Netherlands, who have fought for freedom for eighty years, and who can still continue to fight against any enemy, England, France...... Spain, anyone who dares to rule them will be on pins and needles. ”

"Like you?" asked Charles II wittily.

"I do not want to rule over anyone," said William III, "and I am willing only to lead them and serve them, and not to hold authority for my own personal gain." ”

"All the same," said Charles II tolerantly, "all the same, children, for the people are not much different, for their eyes have never seen what they want to see, and their ears have only heard what they want to hear, and they have hardly been educated, and have only known how to go with the flow— What you probably don't know, but I just knew, that William, the Prime Minister of the Netherlands, Mr. Johann de Witt, had been dragged out of the town hall by a mob a few nights ago, and in a small square, along with his brother, had been cut like a fish that had been scaled away. ”

After he finished speaking calmly, he saw William III fainting, although William III and the Prime Minister were enemies, but on the other hand, a large part of the reason why William III was able to remain calm was precisely because there was still Johann de Witte in the Netherlands, although the Prime Minister was always vigilant and jealous of the descendants of Orange, but he was also as loyal to the Dutch Republic as William III, and as long as he had him, the situation in the Netherlands would not be so corrupted that it could not be controlled.

"You shouldn't have told him," said the wizard behind Charles II, faintly, "that he will try to escape by all means." ”

"Don't do that," said Charles II, "I believe in you. He glanced at William III again: "And I don't say it, he will always want to escape, so maybe it will make him settle down a little......" He glanced at the wizard's face: "Maybe." He added.

"Add money. The wizard said.