There was still sporadic resistance in Paris, but the small waves were quickly quelled by the suppression of the revolutionary army in large brigades. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

The greatest resistance came from the Petit Palais, there were many palaces in Paris, but generally for His Majesty the Emperor, only the Great and Small Palaces, which were destroyed in the war on the day of the last British breach of the city, and before they could be repaired, the Petit Palais became the residence of the new Emperor.

Most of the die-hard royalists or pro-papal nobles were now in the small palace, stubbornly resisting the tall walls of the palace, which were fairly strong.

The revolutionary armies gathered one after another, gathering more and more, and completely surrounded the small palace.

A female general in white light armor rode to the palace wall and stood still, facing the faces full of fear, determination, madness, and despair on the wall, stirred up internal strength, and said loudly: "Are the Patriarch of Richelieu and the Holy Lady of Joan of Arc, Marshal Napoleon has something to say to you!"

However, after repeating it three times in a row, there was still no response from the palace wall.

"Attack!" the great marshal ordered.

As soon as the words fell, seven or eight martial arts powerhouses immediately jumped out, their whole body internal force boiling, swinging a heavy weapon out of thin air, and countless powerful unparalleled forces blasted out.

Cracks immediately appeared on the walls of the Huamei Palace, which looked extremely solid, and as time went on, the cracks became more and more dense.

Finally, there was a loud "whoop!", and a large section of the palace wall was shattered.

As soon as the military flag was pointed, countless masters and soldiers of the revolutionary army rushed towards the gap, surging into the palace.

Immediately there was a shout of killing from behind the palace wall, which was the revolutionary army fighting the royalists in the palace.

After a while, the palace fell silent. A few men who were bound and disheveled, and who were in disarray, were taken under the commander's horse.

They struggled one by one, and a middle-aged man in the lead writhed wildly, his gagged mouth made a whining sound, his luxurious and bright dress became stained in the mud, and the well-maintained fair skin was even more bruised with the struggle, and his eyes were full of pleading and despair.

Marshal Napoleon made a gesture, and immediately someone stepped forward and took out the cloth from his mouth.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I will be obedient in the future, I will listen to you for everything!" The middle-aged man immediately begged for mercy frantically.

"What about Richelieu and the Holy Maiden, aren't they in the palace?" asked Marshal Napoleon, faintly.

"I don't know, I don't know, I saw them come yesterday, and then overnight, the people of the Holy See disappeared. Priests, priests, none of them are gone, and I have been sending people to look for them, but I have searched the whole city, but I can't find them. I didn't want to fight you, those orders to send troops were all issued by the Holy See, it's none of my business, don't kill me!" the middle-aged man kept begging for mercy.

"Oh? I really ran away, it seems that the prepared backhand is useless, no wonder the resistance is so weak. The marshal on his horse muttered to himself.

Looking at the poor creature lying on the ground begging for mercy, he asked again: "Louie, is the emperor happy this year?"

"Ah, I, I'm not happy, I'm not happy at all, it's all the Holy See giving orders, it's all the old Richelieu thing giving orders, I'm just a puppet, that's not what we mean, Marshal Napoleon, you have to believe me, I will be obedient in the future, I will listen to you in everything, please don't kill me!" the middle-aged man continued to howl.

"Louie, do you know why eighteen years ago, I did not support your brother, but supported you?" asked the marshal condescendingly.

"Ah, this, this ......" the middle-aged man muttered, not knowing what to say.

"Your brother, he has no great talent, he has no ability, but his heart is higher than the sky, what is to expand the territory, he will come when he opens his mouth, and he likes to blow nonsense the most, promising those promises that he can't do at all. And I like to reuse those stupid people who are not as capable as him, but like flattery, and I like to give orders in person about everything, and I have too much control, which I have always disliked. ”

After a pause, the marshal continued: "And you, this inconspicuous younger brother, I liked it very much at first. Do you know why I like you?"

"I, I ......" the middle-aged man still stammered, not knowing what to say.

"Because you're obedient, you like to follow your brother and be an inconspicuous follower. You have always had low self-esteem, you have never had any opinions, and you have always been very obedient! If you come to power, then all the plans that I have carefully prepared at the beginning can be implemented! We in France may also become the number one power on the mainland! However, you are too obedient. ”

The marshal's face gradually showed anger: "Eighteen years ago, you listened to your brother's words and revealed my plan! Let me fail! Let those people who are full of blood to serve the country die unjustly! And eighteen years later, you listen to the words of the Holy See again! Sell the country to seek glory! For the sake of these gods! You made my French civil war endless, and the **** was unbearable! So that it was impossible to expel the strong enemy from the outside, and it was impossible to appease the Li people from the inside!"

Taking a deep breath, the great marshal roared: "You puppet, you sinner, you obedient!

With another wave of their hand, the sergeants dragged down the struggling royalists and the poor wretched creature who deserved to die, and they were to be publicly executed not far from the Place de la Concorde.

Looking at the echo worms that were crying and being dragged away, Marshal Napoleon was silent for a long time.

At this time, a knight in armor stepped forward and knelt down on one knee: "Tell the marshal, the damage in the small palace is not great, we are already repairing it, you can officially enter this palace at night!"

The generals and martial arts masters standing next to them were also happy, and they all spoke:

"After fighting for so long, I finally succeeded. ”

"Yes, I thought there would be a bloody battle with the Holy See, but I didn't expect these cowards to escape. ”

"Marshal Napoleon is destined to return, our revolutionary army is mighty, if they don't escape, what waves can they turn?"

"Enter the palace today, and in a few days, the marshal will be officially crowned emperor!"

"Yes, the emperor of France, you still have to be the marshal. ”

"Yes, it has to be our marshal, look at that poor worm just now, who is also worthy of being the emperor?"

"Our great Marshal Napoleon, you rejected us last time in Marseille, and this time, we have truly won, and now you have no reason to refuse. ”

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"No, I won't be in the palace now, and I won't be the emperor. Alright, let's go, let's go out of town, and we'll stay in the barracks tonight!" the marshal's voice was like a basin of ice water, extinguishing everyone's enthusiasm at once.

But the marshal had already turned his horse back, and they could only keep up.

"The British, who are raging aggression on our soil, have not yet been driven away, and the chaos in various places has not yet been completely calmed down. I, our revolutionary army, still need to continue to fight!" the heroic voice of Marshal Napoleon came from afar.