December 15, 1849.

After the heavy snowfall, the temperature in Paris with a temperate oceanic climate has dropped slightly, and the temperature difference between day and night of 4~8 degrees Celsius makes every Parisian feel the more obvious coolness, and under the continuous coolness, more and more people begin to light the fireplace to keep warm.

When night falls, the coolness is even worse, and under the howling winter wind, Paris is as cold as if it has fallen into an ice cellar, and the breath of breath in the mouth seems to condense into frost in an instant.

Tonight there are no stars or moon in Paris, and the kerosene lamps hanging in the streets are not even lit, and the whole of Paris seems to be shrouded in a cold, dark curtain.

But in the midst of this cold night, a contingent of nearly 8,000 men stationed near the outskirts of Temple was assembling it.

"All the troops put their marching supplies in order and assemble with 30 rounds of ammunition each! I repeat ......"

The sergeants who were in charge of the rectification before departure took the trouble to explain the precautions to the members of the company, and from time to time kicked the distracted soldier with the military boots of the spurs he took away to make him speed up, and the soldiers who were kicked by the spurs military boots showed a smile that was more ugly than crying.

Of course, most of the soldiers who were kicked by the spurs were recruits who had just joined the army for less than two years, and some of the old fritters who had been in the army for 5 or 6 years asked the company commander about the situation with a hippie smile while muttering curses that the commander was not satisfactory.

For the complaints of this group of old fritters, the company commander just didn't hear it, he knew too well the character of this group of rotten people under his command, their ability to fight and the ability to cause trouble were directly proportional, too iron-faced and selfless would only make him lose the support of the soldiers, he had no choice but to complain to the old fritters: "How the hell do I know what the top wants to do?" Anyway, the order given to me from above is to assemble quickly! You, you, and you! The company commander pointed to a few old fritters who were grinding and chirping, and scolded: "Give Lao Tzu a little numb hands and feet!" Lao Tzu doesn't want to lose face in front of the battalion commander! ”

"Yes!" Of course, the old fritters also know what it means to be a mountain of military orders.

On weekdays, the cheating and sliding will only turn a blind eye, and once it enters a state of war, there is only a dead end for the cheating and sliding.

Under the supervision of the company commander, the soldiers of the entire company spent about 10 minutes sorting out their marching equipment and assembling.

The soldiers of the four regiments assembled on a company-based basis outside an open field on the outskirts of Temple.

In the eyes of the soldiers of the four regiments, Brigadier General Conrobert, Brigadier General of the Second Brigade of the First Division of Paris and the new deputy commander of the Paris garrison, and his brigade chief of staff (Conrobert, who had enjoyed the benefits of the General Staff of the Military Secretariat, also established a brigade chief of staff in the second brigade, but the chief of staff did not have a specific military rank to be deputy). In front of all the soldiers who appeared together.

At the same time, combat missions were also handed over to the eight battalion commanders of the two regiments in the form of slips.

The battalion commanders all looked surprised when they received the seal of the Ministry of Mission and War, they had long heard that the president was fighting those damn moths.

Unexpectedly, the president summoned them so quickly to carry out deworming.

It looks like there's another big extra money today.

"Your mission is simple!"

Looking at the group of black-pressed soldiers in front of him, Conrobert said in a calm tone: "Eliminate all the moths in Paris, and give the president a clean Paris!" ”

"Yes!" The battalion commanders could not hold back the excitement in their hearts, and Brigadier General Conrobel's words had already hinted that they could squeeze every penny out of the group hidden in the dark.

"Long live Bonaparte, long live the Empire!"

For the generous president, the battalion commanders, of course, have infinite love for him.

Does anyone love the military more than the president?

Except for the president, they don't recognize anyone!

"This time, it's codenamed Pest Eradication, and your mission is to crush all the bugs on your list! Did you hear that? ”

Brigadier General Conrobel raised his voice, almost on the verge of roaring.

"I heard you!" Under the leadership of the battalion commanders, the entire army also made a deafening sound.

"Let's go!"

With the order of Brigadier General Conrobert, the team of more than 8,000 people began to move towards the city center.

……

At the same time that the army entered Paris to deworm, it was taken by Jérôme. James in disguised house arrest in Bonaparte's own yard. Rothschild became unusually irascible after being placed under house arrest.

All signs of expression, that damn Jérôme. Bonaparte was simply a villain who did not comply with the financial markets, forcibly closed the market, controlled the financial system, and exerted financial instructions one after another with administrative instructions, which directly disrupted all the operations of the Rothschild Bank.

James. Rothschild realized that this guy was not ready to compete with him in the financial market at all, and his tactic was completely "you hit yours, I hit mine"!

Despite this set of tactics in James. Rothschild was a little helpless, but he had to admit that it was very useful.

Rothschild, as the "financial emperor" of Paris, was in the same session as Jérôme. In the confrontation with Bonaparte, James. Rothschild became increasingly aware of how difficult it was to leverage a sound state power by financial means.

Especially in a highly centralized regime like France, all the administrators of Paris served Jérôme wholeheartedly as if they were their masters. Bonaparte.

Those who are with James on weekdays. Rothschild's good friend was heard by James. After the news that Rothschild was targeted by the president, he was also busy with James. Rothschild opened up relations, and many of the more deeply involved officials were even arrested overnight by Jérôme. Bonaparte transferred.

Judicial officers even entered the courtyard of their house twice in three days to conduct an investigation, which was called "investigating the judicial process of Rothschild taxation."

Not to mention the fellows of the Banque de France, don't look like you're in the same camp as them, but they're no worse than the damned justice.

Shares of Rothschild's Northern Railway have been falling for several days in a row, and an unknown new force is buying James on the exchange. Rothschild sold off the stocks, and the entire exchange did not deteriorate towards the situation he imagined, but took advantage of Rothschild's "bankruptcy" to list several railway companies. Rothschild had a hunch that the capital behind this railway company was likely to be the rising force.

During the period of house arrest in disguise, James. There was only so much information that Rothschild could receive.

This time the war with the president, James. Rothschild expects to lose nearly 20 million francs, to say the least, and a little more could cost the company two years of profits.

Come to think of it, James. Rothschild couldn't help but regret it a little.

I knew that this was the result, and it was better to agree to the president's conditions in the first place.

Right now, James. Rothschild is no longer thinking about whether to win the war, but how to end the war with the president with dignity.

He had to make the president understand that the Rothschilds would lose even the entire French executive power.

Only in this way will he be able to guarantee the transcendent position of the Rothschilds in the French financial class.

Now James. Rothschild no longer pinned his hopes on his own to resist the executive power of the whole of France, but hoped that the branches in Vienna, Frankfurt and even London would pull them along.

Of course, that's not to say that James. Rothschild has been secretly liaising with some republican conspirators and gangsters.

Most of these republican conspirators were removed from the army after Minister Regnio took office, and they were motivated by the desire to purge Minister Regnio and the Secretary of State, Saint-Fried. Disgusted by General Arnaud, they formed a small group under the cover of the gangsters to carry out the assassination and return of Franco-Annin.

In Jérôme. Bonaparte with James. After Rothschild broke up, they secretly "found" James. Rothschild, the two hit it off by James. Rothschild paid for the assassination, the French "tyrant" Jérôme. Bonaparte to take it off.

However, James. Rothschild doesn't think they have what it takes to take out Jérôme. Bonaparte's ability, he only had to keep Paris in a state of panic.

Even though it was already 2 a.m. the next day, James. Rothschild did not rest, and now he was on the windowsill anxiously awaiting news from his servants.

The room was ringing from outside, James. Rothschild hurriedly turned around and said, "Please come in!" ”

The servant ran in in a panic to James. Rothschild said: "Master, it's not good! ”

An ominous premonition poured into James. In Rothschild's mind, a frightening conjecture made his hands and feet cold.

No...... No way! They're ...... Dare to do it!

James. Rothschild asked the servant in a trembling voice: "What the hell is going on!" Say! ”

"Just now...... Just now, when I was on your orders to go to the Orleans Gang, I heard a dense burst of gunfire from the Orleans Gang! The servant gasped for breath and replied in a trembling voice, "Master, you know! I once served in Algiers, and no one knows that gunfire better than I do! ”

"What is it! Say it! "Despite the fact that James. Rothschild had already guessed in his mind what the servant was going to say next, but he still wanted to hear something different from what he had guessed from the servant's mouth.

"Army...... The army is in the city! Such a dense burst of gunfire is something that only an army can have such firepower! "The servant broke James. Rothschild's last hint of luck.

"I knew it! I knew it! That guy won't fight us properly! He's demonstrating to me! ”

James. Rothschild had a bitter smile on his face.

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