Most of the commanders of the National Guard Corps smelled the smell of intrigue in the air that permeated the headquarters of the National Guard, and looked at General Magnan with a smile on his face, and an absurd thought poured out of their hearts frantically.

Could it be that the president is about to stage a military coup?

Although these commanders had heard from their respective sources that the president was going to carry out a military coup, none of them believed that the military coup would take place at the end of 1850.

The reason for this illusion of time, in addition to the multiple "wolf comes" effect, is also a little bit of the president's tenure. With just over a year to go, most politicians believe that the president, if he had wanted a coup, would not be now, and that he still has plenty of time to get the legislative assembly to extend his term.

There is a greater risk of a military coup, and the president will never carry out a military coup unless it is absolutely necessary.

Who would have thought that the president would use this characteristic of them to carry out a military coup!

Thinking of this, the corps commanders subconsciously glanced at the gate of the residence of the National Guard Headquarters.

Some of the regimental commanders suspected that a large number of soldiers had been ambushed outside the door.

Since the president did not inform them of the military coup, it means that the president does not trust them.

For the group that holds part of the military power in Paris (the regular army looks down on this group of National Guards) and is not trusted.

There is no better way than to put him under house arrest.

The commander of the National Guard Corps who was present subconsciously swallowed his saliva, and many of them had reluctant smiles on their faces.

"Generals, now you can wait with me for victory!" General Magnan folded his legs together leisurely and sat down in the red soft velvet cushion back chair that belonged to the commander, and the old god said on the ground.

The vast majority of corps commanders gave up their "struggle" and sat down, and a few "stubborn" corps commanders expressed to General Magnan that they wanted to go to corps command and prevent the National Guard units from clashing with the army.

"Please!" General Magnan let him go without the slightest hindrance, and the two corps commanders had smiles on their faces, and they hurried to thank General Magnan.

Looking at their backs as they left, the corners of Manion's mouth drew a sinister smile hidden behind his folded hands.

After the two corps commanders left the mansion, two gunshots rang out outside the mansion.

The regimental commanders who stayed in the mansion did not understand the meaning of the gunshots, and they looked at General Magnan with a shocked expression.

General Magnan gestured with his eyes to Fleury, who was standing aside, and Fleury walked out of the mansion in understanding.

After a while, Fleury entered the mansion again, and with a sigh of regret, he said, "Sir, two generals have been killed by the riots in the city of Paris!" ”

"That's a shame!" Mannan also said to the regimental commanders present with a sad expression: "The two generals did not die on the battlefield, but they died under the arrows!" ”

The commanders present were all frightened by Manion's decisiveness, although these commanders were Manion's subordinates, but in terms of military rank, they were all of the same rank as General Manion, except that General Manion's position was much higher than theirs.

[In the 50s of the 19th century, there was no perfect military rank system in Europe, especially the confusion of the general rank system. With the development of the times, the military rank system of European countries has gradually improved. By the time of World War I, no general was able to leap from the rank of major general to the rank of marshal. 】

General Manion resolutely succeeded in intimidating this group of army commanders who tried to snake and mouse at both ends, and all the army commanders did not dare to act easily, for fear that General Manion would kill the chicken and monkey again.

Except, of course, for the Ninth Legion, which was stationed near the Palais Bourbon.

Since St. After General Arnault refused to enforce the establishment of a direct force in the Parliament, the Parliament, realizing that the military power was in a bad position, urgently transferred the Ninth Regiment of the National Guard, the most "loyal", to guard the security of the vicinity of the Palais Bourbon and maintain order at the Palais Bourbon.

In order to hold on to this legion, the parliament made it mandatory that the Ninth Army could refuse even if the National Guard Command called it up.

The actions of the National Guard caused a protest from Shangargne, who was still the commander of the National Guard at the time, and in order to unite the Shangarne Parliament, he had to make a small concession to Shangargne, and the Ninth Army strictly followed orders when Shangarne was still the commander of the National Guard.

When Shangargne was taken by Jérôme. After Bonaparte's tough deposition, the Ninth Legion, caught between parliament and the president, fell into a brief confusion.

When they came to their senses, the Order camp staged another farce of splits, and the question of the belonging of the Ninth Army was even more unclear.

Parliament with the regular army victorious Jérôme. Bonaparte also seems to have chosen to forget about this legion, and until now they are still dutifully guarding the security of the Bourbon Palace, so that no one can take advantage of it.

At 2 a.m. on December 2, the Ninth Army was about to face a crisis.

In the midst of an obscure and dark neighborhood, the Palais Bourbon, the symbol of the legislative authority of the Second Republic, stands proudly in the shadows, as if draped in a black veil.

Since the outbreak of the February Revolution and the establishment of the Second Republic in the ruins of the Orléans, the Palais Bourbon has become the seat of the National Assembly, an impenetrable sanctuary for the entire French Republic.

During the day, hundreds of parliamentarians gather here, arguing over the affairs of the country, arguing over the budget of one franc, questioning the unclear financial affairs of the central government, and the whole Palais Bourbon is like a vegetable market in the Saint-Denis neighborhood, and the sacred and solemn atmosphere that covers the Palais Bourbon is diluted by the world and money. It was only when night fell and the parliamentarians left the Palais Bourbon that the Palais Bourbon was able to regain its due solemnity and tactfulness.

A soldier of the National Guard on duty puffed up his chest and looked proudly at the Palais Bourbon behind the barricades, and then he looked at the empty street in front of him, and slowly became sleepy. Late-night patrols are undoubtedly the most sleepy period, in addition to enduring the deep darkness of the night, they also have to endure endless loneliness. After a while, the soldier no longer has the pride he used to have, and now he just wants to end this boredom and loneliness as soon as possible and return to the camp to rest early!

Heaven seems to hear the inner cry of the soldiers, but God's ears are a little back, and only the first half is heard!

Just as the soldiers were bored, there was a tidying tapping sound from the other end of the dark street.

The soldier was alerted by such a voice, and he quickly held the MTL1842 smoothbore gun behind his back in his hand, squinting at the black curtain.

Half a minute later, a hazy figure appeared in the darkness, they lined up in order, moved in an orderly manner, and even the footsteps remained surprisingly consistent.

Who is it?

The soldiers looked suspiciously at the overlapping black shadows in front of them, and the guns in their hands couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The team that was able to keep pace with each other had no one else but the army.

As the shadows drew closer, the soldier's gun trembled even more, and the soldier finally saw them clearly.

Oh, my God! Same as I thought!

"You ...... What do you want to do! The soldier grew his mouth and asked in a trembling voice, the orderly army in front of him!

"Soldiers! What do you want to do? Do you want to fight with us? The leading officer spoke sharply to the soldiers.

"I ...... I ......" Facing the seemingly endless army in front of him, the soldier's heart became even more terrified and frightened, and he couldn't help but retreat and carefully observe the officer in front of him.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way! Once again, the officer ordered the poor National Guard soldier.

"I ...... I can't let it come! Although the soldier was very frightened in his heart, out of duty, he gritted his teeth and asked: "Which unit are you from?" What do you want to do! Do you know what the punishment is for storming the National Assembly? ”

The soldiers wanted to use the name of the National Assembly to frighten the unscrupulous army in front of them.

However, the soldiers did not frighten the soldiers when they moved out, the officer waved his hand lightly, and the soldiers in two groups in the dark quickly approached the soldiers in the form of a skirmish.

This tidal offensive made the soldiers even more afraid to act rashly!

At this moment, a soldier who was about to replace him stepped out of the tent around the Bourbon Palace station, and after seeing the confrontation outside the Bourbon Palace in the distance, he quickly woke up the surrounding crowd.

A group of soldiers quickly went to the barricade to reinforce before the commander's order.

"You are a good soldier! I don't expect you to waste your lives in this meaningless place! The officer said slowly to the soldier in front of him: "My name is Leboeuf, Brigadier General, Adjutant to the President!" Now, by order of the President, I order you to remove the barricades, or you will be dealt with by us for betraying the Motherland! ”

"The president? What proof do you have! "The soldier's heart is a little inclined that the army in front of him is from the president's order, but the president's purpose in sending troops to occupy the Bourbon Palace is probably a military coup!

The soldier regretted his involvement in the president's struggle with the Legislative Assembly, and he is now in a dilemma.

Just as the soldiers were hesitating, reinforcements arrived and the officer at the head was none other than the supreme commander of the garrison here, the commander of the Ninth Legion.

"Who are you?" The Legion Commander asked Leboeuf again.

Leboeuf immediately handed over a dispatch of the War Department and a presidential document to the commander of the Ninth Army.

With the help of the hanging wind lanterns, the commander of the Ninth Legion could read the contents of the two letters.

The first was the immediate mobilization of the Ninth Army to the outskirts of Saint-Denis, and the second was a letter from the President to the National Assembly.

After reading it, a bitter smile appeared on the corner of the Legion's mouth, and he knew that sooner or later, he would be forced to make a choice between the president and the legislative assembly.

I didn't expect the time left for me to be so short.

"General, the 1st Division of Paris has all entered Paris!" Brigadier General Leboeuf whispered a threat: "My second brigade has occupied the main transportation route near the Bourbon Palace, I hope you can think about it for your soldiers!" ”

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