Paris, France.

Louis Philippe in the Tuileries Palace had a very ugly face because he had not received news from England for a long time. In fact, except for Louis Philippe himself, everyone else has long lost hope for this.

Because the so-called temporary suspension is the death sentence of the Anglo-French alliance.

Now it is time to think about a stop loss, rather than continuing to entangle with the British.

But now His Majesty himself has not given up on his dream of carving up the world with Britain, and Prime Minister Sirte, an old man who is about to retire, does not seem to care about the fate of France.

Although the old man who was dying seemed to be able to bring him down as soon as the wind blew, it was not easy to get him to hand over the power in his hands.

Soult felt that the entire French cabinet was full of mediocrity, and only one Gizot was okay, but he was ousted by His Majesty the King.

Sirte speculated all his life, and even Napoleon was betrayed several times, but he hated speculators the most.

Soult didn't take any of those who came to him when he saw Thiers lose power, and even often helped the former prime minister with minor troubles.

As long as money is not involved, Soult is still very generous.

But although this man was arrogant, greedy, speculative, and loyal, he was a good strategist and a master of management.

France is in chaos now, but the rebel army will be ruthlessly attacked by the French army if it has the slightest intention of expanding outward.

The present turmoil could even be said to be in a sense the work of Louis Philippe and the Orleanists, who needed this uprising to reduce the influence of the Bonapartists in order for it to last so long.

As soon as the money is in place or the order is in place, Soult will immediately mobilize a large army to put down the rebellion, just like last time.

Lyon, Rhône.

In the southeast of France, it is close to Switzerland and the Kingdom of Sardinia. That's why the rebels always come back from the dead, and the French border army knows this, so they always make easy money.

At this time, the armed forces of Lyon were becoming more and more powerful because of the ineffective repression of the Bonapartist faction. The general of the Bonaparte faction, Viel, had no troops to send at this time, only a group of gendarmes who could not fight at all, pacing back and forth in the headquarters, obviously very angry.

Vière Pollard did not participate in the Napoleonic Wars, nor did he have any military exploits, but he only managed to become a Bonapartist in the upper echelons of the Bonapartist faction for more than a decade by boasting and running his business.

He hadn't fought, not even a chicken.

In the previous several battles with the rebels, not only did they make no progress, but they also lost their troops. This made those royal parties and Orleanists seize the lever and ridicule him for not leading troops to fight, but the Bonapartist faction could not retreat, and he could not retreat, because if he did, he would be removed from office and replaced by someone from another faction.

In this way, Viel Pollard will never have a chance to climb up, he has always had a dream, that is, to become Emperor of France through a coup d'état like Napoleon, as for the world domination? A united Europe? He didn't have that plan, he just wanted glory and wealth

However, Vière Pollard was now pushed into a position where he should not be, and became a victim of factional power struggles within France. This made him very unwilling

Suddenly, a voice interrupted Velère Pollard's thoughts.

"Report! There is an emergency military situation! ”

"Come in."

Viel Pollard looked at the sentry in front of him with some impatience, his clothes were loose, his boots seemed to be one size bigger, and he walked like a duck and those mud-legged men, with a poor sourness, which made him pinch his nose and say with a frown.

"What's the matter, hurry up!"

"Report to the General, there is a man outside who says he has a way to help you quell the uprising in Lyon." The sentry said.

Viel Pollard sneered, he had seen a lot of this kind of person recently, and he thought it was an opportunity for him to make a name for himself. As everyone knows, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and no soldiers and immortals can enter the city of Lyon, let alone the bloody street fighting.

"Let him go!" Viel Pollard said angrily.

"General, he said that he knows that you have no soldiers available, and he can quell the chaos without you a single soldier." The sentry said again.

This time Viel Pollard was slightly surprised, but still didn't believe it, and just said it casually.

"Let him in."

"He's right here." The sentry said.

Viel Pollard said casually.

"Where?"

Only then did he realize that the sentry in front of him was the one who wanted to see him.

"You?"

"It's me. My name is Charles, and you can call me Mr. Charles. ”

Only then did Viel Pollard see the other man's face clearly, a contemptuous smile on his young face. There is no doubt that this is a mockery of him, after all, his barracks are mixed with outsiders and he doesn't know it.

This is a shame for the officers, but Viel Pollard was "parachuted" into the Lyon region to take over this mess, and there was not even a single orderly with him except for an adjutant, which is why he was so embarrassed.

Fortunately, Viel Pollard does not have any arrogant self-esteem, as long as the other party can really help him solve the current crisis, it is not a problem for him to call the other party master.

"And Mr. Charles, how are you going to help me?"

Viel Pollard's attitude changed so quickly that the other party was also a little stunned, and even felt that he had come to the wrong place for a moment.

After a brief moment of embarrassment, the young man named Charles spoke slowly.

"I can convince the civilians to go back to their homes, and the remaining thugs are only a few dozen people, and they can't hold the whole city, so they have to flee.

Of course, I can get the civilians to bring the mob to justice, but that's another price. ”

"Why should I believe you?" Viel Pollard sneered.

"You should believe me." Charles replied unhurriedly.

"I don't think there's any need for us to talk about it anymore."

Vière Pollard was ready to issue an eviction order, because he already felt a hint of danger, and at the same time smelled a business opportunity, so he began to bargain, first suppressing some of the other party's arrogance, so as not to make the other party too outrageous price.

"Don't you ask about the price?" The young man apparently wanted to talk about it, and this was right in the heart of Vière Pollard, who thought, "Sure enough, it's still too young." ”

"What price?"

This philistine face made Charles feel disgusted, but he really admired the speed of the other party's transformation.

"I want a general."

"No way!" Viel Pollard replied decisively, he even felt that he had heard it wrong, or that the other party was a madman?

"Then the colonel will do." Charles continued to answer.

"Who do you think you are?" Viel Pollard said angrily.

"Napoleon's son." Charles replied unhurriedly.

There are many legends about Napoleon's illegitimate son, the main one being that almost every single mother would say this about her son.

"General Napoleon, Two or Three Things to Kiss Someone's Mother" is already a legend that he is about to hear the calloon, and this one in front of him is the most outrageous.

It seems that he is only a teenager, and Napoleon has been dead for more than twenty years, how can this be believed?

(End of chapter)