"St. General Arnault, the task of the army is to defend the Republic from enemy aggression, and it is not for you to do things that are not your own! ”

Marast mercilessly rebuked General San Arnaud for complying with the opportunity of the Republic, in order to take the opportunity to knock the tiger and make Saint Arnaud behind Jérôme. Bonaparte made him respect for the Parliament.

"Speaker Citizen, I am a martial artist and do not understand how to truly defend the Republic! I only know one thing, and that is to crush the bedbugs that are destroying Paris! Do you know the faces of those guys when they were shot by us? That helplessness and despair ...... "St. General Arnault responded coldly to Marast.

For this so-called supreme authority in front of him, the Holy . Arno was not afraid, but his body exuded an inexplicable excitement.

If you want to fight with us, give it a try!

"Bang Bang Bang"

Malast tapped the wooden nut in an attempt to vent his frustration in this way.

Saint. Arnaud quietly looked at Malast on the stage, and told all the parliamentarians present that had already discussed the military parade proposal.

For the blatant contempt of the Parliament of the Holy . Arnault, don't be upset, parliamentarians.

But even to the saints. Arno in how disgusted, St. Arnault's proposal, they must pass.

Otherwise, martial law will simply not be lifted completely.

Saint. After Arnault finished his proposal, Malast, who had calmed down, said: "Vote now!" ”

The 550 members of the parliament voted at the same time, and the vote was won by 450 to 100, as the Republicans and the Party of Order had agreed to dissolve martial law.

The Legislative Assembly will bear all costs of the parade.

In the indignant eyes of Speaker Malast, St. Arno walked away.

……

January 15, 1850.

It was a Sunday morning like never before in Paris, and since the beginning of December, the Sartori region on the outskirts of Paris has rarely seen such sunny weather.

The clear blue sky is dotted with clouds, perhaps because of the previous snow, the fields are covered with a thin white carpet, and the pine trees along the road are covered with "crystal chips" that glow brightly, and the Sartori region seems to be in the light.

In the midst of this bright world, an unprecedented commotion was unfolding in the region, and the once quiet suburbs became bustling in an instant, with countless soldiers, officers, and generals gathering from the suburbs of Temple, Saint-Martin, and Montelte, and the noise and agitation of the wilderness and the fields.

Soldiers in brand-new uniforms, shiny buttons, medals, and armor, led by officers, formed a phalanx and waited for Jerome. Bonaparte's review, the armor shining brightly in the sunlight, pierced everyone's eyes.

In these dazzling lights, and the continuous cheers that came and went like a tidal wave, every soldier and every officer showed a heartfelt pride, and the whole army was immersed in an invincible mood.

The ghosts of the Imperial armies that had swept across the continent seemed to be resurrected in them.

Over time, the President of the French Republic, Jérôme. As Bonaparte entered, the army immediately burst into even more fervent cheers, and at this time he was wearing a specially made thickened lev gown, a Napoleonic hat (which can also be called full feet), and the grand cross on his chest shimmered in the sunlight.

Due to the snow on the ground, Jérôme. Bonaparte did not choose to ride on his white horse, which was similar to his uncle's crossing of the Alps, and walked through the phalanx on foot, with the Minister of War Regnau, the Secretary of State Saint-Arnault, the commander of the defense of Paris, Changargne, the Prime Minister Opple, and a number of high-ranking Parisian generals, who would join Jérôme. Bonaparte reviewed the troops.

"Long live the Emperor!"

The soldiers in the phalanx were all Jérôme. Bonaparte and cheered.

For them, who had experienced martial law in Paris, Jérôme. The name Bonaparte no longer represents not only the glory of the army, but also money.

The whole martial law had doubled the fortunes of the soldiers in the suburbs of Paris, and why should they not bring with them someone who could bring them wealth?

Jérôme. Bonaparte could hear the cheers of the soldiers in the phalanx every time he passed by, and he also smiled and waved to the phalanx soldiers, shook hands with the phalanx commanders, said their names and gave words of encouragement, and the phalanx commanders showed a moved expression because their names were remembered by the president, and they shouted "Long live Bonaparte", which often caused the phalanx to cheer even more.

"Your Excellency the President still likes to put on a show!"

Shangargne, who was in the ranks of the senior generals, whispered to De. General Castellana said.

"Isn't that nice?" Morality. Castellana glanced at Shangargne and said quietly: "In this way, we can be regarded as having a spokesperson for us!" ”

"But I'm afraid the president will clash with parliament!" Shangargne's expression became a little unnatural, although he took refuge in Jérôme. Bonaparte, however, did not mean that he had completely severed relations with the royal faction.

Not to mention the promise that Thiers had made to himself some time ago.

If the president and the royal faction come into a complete conflict, he may be in a dilemma.

"Parliament?" Morality. Castellana scoffed, his eyes full of disdain.

The weakness of the Legislative Assembly has been deed. Castellana saw it in his eyes, and he asserted that the Legislative Assembly would never win the president.

It's just that Shangargne's swaying from side to side was really unexpected by him, and he thought that Shangargne had become the person on the president's side.

"We must respect the power of the council!" Shangarne whispered in response.

Morality. Castellana was not speaking, and in his heart he also sentenced Shangargne to "death".

No force will accept the surrender of a two-and-five-boy, not to mention that the army's voice for the president is getting higher and higher day by day, which means that the president's prestige in the army is enough to suppress Shangargne.

It won't be long before Changargne will be transformed into an empty commander with no real powers, and he may even be removed from office by the president.

"Hmmm! You're right! "De. Castellana said perfunctorily, and subconsciously distanced himself from Shangarne a little, he didn't want to wait until Shangarne fell, and he was also affected by the fish pond.

Shangarne & De. Castellana's whispers did not reach the ears of the third man, Jérôme, who was at the forefront. Bonaparte also did not hear it.

Shaking hands with the commander of the last phalanx, he walked slowly along a regular passage, and at the other end of the passage was a three-metre-high viewing platform. Bonaparte would review the troops there.

At this time, the viewing platform was already full of people, gentlemen of Parisian high society, representatives of the National Guard. Bonaparte did not involve them in the parade, but did allow representatives of the legions to participate) and envoys of various countries.

Slowly came to Jérôme at the end of the passage. Bonaparte ascended to the viewing platform with the senior generals.

All of a sudden, the loud military band played beautiful music, and the sound of drums, violins, and saxophones mixed together to build a beautiful chapter.

The soldiers who heard the military band became even more excited.

"Raise the flag!"

Jérôme. Bonaparte gave the order with a serious expression.

Under the podium was Edgar. The cuirassier battalion led by Ney shouted loudly: "Raise the flag!" ”

Under the simple flagpole not far from the parade phalanx, the tricolor flag symbolizing the French Republic was taken out of the big red box, and the flag of the French Republic was slowly raised in the cold wind of hunting.

At the same time, the military band also changed its tune, and the "national anthem" "Ode to the Expedition", which symbolized the First Empire, sounded.

The French soldiers were even more enthusiastic, and the envoys who were in charge of watching the ceremony showed solemn, frightened and embarrassed expressions.

"Oh God! Do they want restoration? The Russian Imperial Ambassador whispered to the Austrian ambassador beside him.

Baron Hueboy shook his head and tried to make a fuss for Jérôme. Bonaparte's behavior was justified by the fact that he knew the Russian Empire ambassadors too well, that he was a warmonger like their master, the Tsar, and that Baron Huubeuil did not want to plunge his country back into the damned war of decades ago, which had not yet restored Austria: "Probably just pure nostalgia!" ”

"Look...... Look at his spirit! Obviously a few years ago, he was hiding in Italy like a lost dog, but now he is wearing his uncle's clothes. Did he really think that he would be able to become him by changing into that person's clothes? No kidding! The ambassador of the Russian Empire still commented on Jérôme. Bonaparte, in his mouth Jerome. Bonaparte was like a clown.

"Mr. Ambassador, I don't like to talk about people behind my back! A gentleman is not going to chew his tongue behind his back! Baron Hugh Boy frowned, and his words revealed the meaning of alienation.

"Mr. Baron, I mean ......" said the Russian Imperial Ambassador, "if that clown really restored the Empire, would the Austrian Empire be willing to fight for the sake of the Holy Order!" ”

"I am just an ordinary minister, and whether or not to declare war on France depends on the meaning of the emperor and the prime minister!"

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