At this time, the surname Napoleon in France was a golden signboard, and the result of the election was undoubted, and Louis Napoleon Bonaparte was elected by a landslide.

Napoleon's return to the French political scene was immediately alarmed, and Lamartine openly declared that the greatest enemy of the republic had returned.

However, at this time, Lamartine no longer has the prestige of the same period in history, and not many people agree with his statement, only thinking that this romantic poet is worrying about the sky.

People such as Kafenjac, Roland, and Bilfo saw Louis Napoleon Bonaparte (later Napoleon III) as their greatest rival.

Louis Bonaparte won the by-election, but he still received less than a tenth of Bilford's votes.

(Louis Bonaparte was a satire of French politicians at the time, and it was also a common term in historiography, and it is used for the time being in the book.) ）

Louis Bonaparte also knew this, so he quickly presented his work in prison, "The Eradication of Poverty".

There was nothing more difficult for France at this time to deal with than for thousands of poor people, whose population was already impoverished to outrageous proportions.

During the Orleans period, French workers earned about 750 francs a year, an average of two francs a day, but at this time they could only receive five francs a week, and their wages fell to one-third.

And the price of most daily necessities has risen by more than 300%, and the price of sugar and some condiments has even increased by more than 50 times.

Coupled with the fact that large merchants controlled the prices and channels of raw materials, small merchants went bankrupt one after another, and the monopoly of the market led to further price increases.

The eradication of poverty was indeed the most urgent cry in the hearts of the French people at this time, and Louis Bonaparte's popularity immediately soared.

The parties who felt threatened immediately joined forces, and they wanted to work together to nip the threat in the bud.

The question of Louis Bonaparte's eligibility for election was once again the focus of debate, but surprisingly, the coalition of these forces did not succeed.

In the end, the Council of 500 passed a resolution by a two-thirds majority to grant Louis Bonaparte French citizenship, as well as the official qualifications of a representative of Parliament.

As the streets of Paris drizzled at night, a man in a soft felt hat (or jazz hat) and a black trench coat pushed the door open and entered the bar.

Like most bars in the world at this time, it was noisy and smelly, with the smell of alcohol and tobacco being particularly pungent.

There is no shortage of drunkards, prostitutes, pickpockets, coquettish waiters, and brokers who are everywhere asking for news, but men don't seem to be interested in any of them.

The brim of his hat was pressed low so that his face could not be seen clearly, and when he entered the bar, he just found a no-where to sit down and ordered a rum.

About three quarters of an hour later, a middle-aged gentleman entered the bar, who seemed to be an old acquaintance with the owner of the bar, and the two soon struck up a conversation.

At this moment, the man who had been sitting in the corner had come over at some point, only a few meters away from the gentleman, and he put his hand in his pocket.

However, in the next second, the man in the trench coat found that he couldn't pull out his hand, and he looked up to see that it was actually a person with clown makeup looking at him.

The man in the trench coat whispered.

"Get out."

The clown man laughed.

"It's not London, it's July in France, it's weird for you to dress like that."

"I want you to take care of it"

Before the man in the trench coat could finish his words, the sharp pain in his abdomen made his eyes widen.

At some point, a dagger had been inserted into his abdomen, and the dagger was repeatedly inserted and stirred back and forth in his abdomen, but he couldn't say a word.

Finally, the clown man let go of the trench coat man's hand, and the former showed the bloody dagger in his hand to the latter.

With two rapid shakings, accompanied by a sound.

"Da la la throat~!"

The dagger actually disappeared from the clown's hand, but the man in the trench coat didn't see the final performance, he was already in shock due to excessive blood loss.

At night, there was another unclaimed body on the streets of Paris

The next day, Louis Napoleon renounced his qualifications as a deputy to Parliament.

"It is a pleasure that I have been elected to the four departments of Paris, Junna, Corsica and Lower Schelent, as a reward for my thirty years in exile and six years in prison.

I want order, I want to preserve a wise, great, free republic. If my election adds to the chaos, it will backfire.

I hereby announce my resignation, wishing France prosperity and strength, and hope that peace is coming. Allow me to return to France as a citizen, as a man most loyal to my homeland. ”

Louis Napoleon knew very well that the assassination of himself would not end, and that it was better to give up if the identity of a parliamentarian could not protect him at all.

Of course, he won't really give up, and the temporary departure is for a better return.

To be honest, Franz actually admired Napoleon III very much, he really could afford to take it and let it go, unlike some people who can never do without it as long as they have tasted power.

Before Bilfo could breathe a sigh of relief after hearing that Louis Napoleon had left Paris, there was an urgent report from the front that the prisoners who had been released by the German coalition had mutinied.

The defeated soldiers, holding aloft the scrap paper in Bilfo's mouth, refused to continue the war against the Austrian Empire, and the gendarmes did not care so much, they regarded these people as deserters, sometimes accompanied by fists and kicks.

"You cowards! Why don't you dare to fight with the Germans if you have hands and feet? Are you still not French? ”

Betra, the commander of the gendarmerie who was in charge of monitoring the defeated soldiers, asked as she nibbled on an apple. He enjoyed the feeling of occupying the moral high ground and reprimanding others, preferring the way those people cried and confessed their mistakes to themselves.

Betla approached the defeated soldier and scanned the crowd, deliberately looking for a soldier who looked thin and weak, and was not very old, and did not dare to look at him.

Betla swung her arm and slapped her hard, knocking the emaciated soldier to the ground and stomping on his chest.

"What the motherland has given you is glory and responsibility! And you rewarded him with defeat? ”

Betla slammed the leftover apple into the soldier's face and said with her chin raised.

"Listen, you cowards! The Germans are trampling our land and slaughtering our people! And you have chosen to surrender!

I spit on each and every one of you! You are a disgrace to France! You don't deserve to live! Not even worthy of being a Frenchman! ”

After saying that, Betla kicked the soldier twice in the flank, and the soldier's face was distorted because of the severe pain, and tears flowed out unconsciously.

An imperceptible smile crossed Betra's lips, and he felt that the heat was enough, so he asked viciously as he lifted the soldier.

"Why are you crying?"

The soldier was visibly frightened, and for a moment he stammered.

"Are you out of fear? Or is it because of remorse? ”

Although the tone of the first half of Betella's sentence is still cold and hard, the second half of the sentence gives people a feeling of spring breeze.

"Because of remorse."

Betla nodded in satisfaction, then asked seductively.

"Is it because you haven't been able to turn the tide on the battlefield? Failed to fight for the glory of the country and family? Is it because he was a prisoner? ”

In Betella's memory, the next soldier would definitely nod his head in acknowledgement, and then he only needed to pat the other person on the shoulder and say a few words of encouragement and appreciation, and the other party would definitely die for himself.

The other soldiers would have followed the example of the defeated soldier and wept and confessed to themselves.

After this education, he was also admired as a gendarmerie commander, and Betla would then select some of the most loyal and brave soldiers to join his gendarmerie.

The soldier choked up to say something, and Betla leaned her ear over the occasion to show his compassion for the soldier.

But Betla never imagined that the soldier, who was so thin that he looked ineffective, would suddenly burst out and bite his ear.

"My ears!"

Betla pushed the soldier away, but her own ears were torn off.

The soldier spat out his bloody ears on the ground and stomped on them.

"I hate it! I hate why lay down my arms, or I could have killed you just now! Are we cowards?

When we were fighting bloody battles with the German coalition on the battlefield, you were still women in bed on horseback! Have you ever tried hiding in the ruins and being bombarded by the Germans with artillery for more than ten days? Have you ever seen the war behemoth in the air of the Germans?

I've seen it!

My family has been starving to death for a long time! I starved to death as soon as I left them! Such a country! Such a government! Who am I for? For the sake of you swaggering moths?"

"Shoot! What the are you doing? ”

As soon as Betla ran away, she yelled.

Only then did the gendarmes on the side react and raised their guns to shoot at the defeated soldier.

The defeated soldier was shot a dozen times and wanted to say something more, but the blood blisters blocked his throat and he could only fall unwillingly.

But there were not a few people who thought the same way as the emaciated defeated soldier, and one of the defeated officers immediately shouted.

"Death both horizontally and vertically! We will not break our oath even if we die! We must at least die with dignity! Fight with them! ”

"Fight!"

"Kill!"

The defeated soldiers immediately rushed to the nearest gendarme, who had seen blood, and Franz did not deliberately break up their formation.

In other words, these defeated soldiers who have seen blood still have a relatively complete structure, and seeing that someone is taking the lead and being a familiar commander, the defeated soldiers have exploded with amazing combat effectiveness.

And the gendarmes are finished on their side, they did not think at all that the army would mutiniate en masse .

These gendarmes have no problem picking up some fledgling recruits, or suppressing some panicked deserters, but at this time they are facing established veterans.