C2719 Who would dare to be a deserter!

Where was the basis of the law that allowed the Bonaparte Family to rule the France? To put it bluntly, what was the law of their family? To put it bluntly, it was the army!

This was a family that governed by martial arts. Their position in the upper echelons was precisely what the people of France dreamed about becoming strong!

I accept your Bonaparte Family's rule and I support you to be the emperor. What is my goal? We can endure the poverty of life, we can accept the hard work, we can eat the harshest food...

But all we have to do is endure it, and win! You have to give us victory, because there is victory to smooth out the negative energy in our hearts, only victory can let the people see a little hope.

nineteenth century was an era where wolves were fed to them. If a people wanted to live a good life, they would have to eat flesh and blood from other people!

Napoleon III continuously expanded outwards, this only gave the people a hope to live a happy life, that's all!

The French Emperor understood this point, so regardless of whether he was real or fake, he had to disguise himself as a madman of war. It was because he knew that the people wanted the Emperor to be warlike, and the people wanted to reproduce the glory of Napoleon the Great!

As a result, after the French Emperor got on stage, he immediately started to build a new army, and through the military aristocrats loyal to the Bonaparte Family, commanded a huge army of 300,000 people loyal to him.

Through the protection of three hundred thousand direct descendants, he had suppressed the unification of Italy, safeguarding the Vatican's rule. Crimea had forced a tsar to his death, and the Beijing had set fire to the Yuan Ming Yuan … The whole of France was expanding rapidly in his hands.

With each victory, the governance of the French Emperor became firmer. Gradually, the entire France developed a bad habit of war as a way to resolve the crisis.

The Franco-Prussian War was actually an attempt by the French Emperor to change the crisis in his country. However, he did not expect that after so many years of smooth sailing, this attempt was completely ruined!

When these councilors heard that the Emperor was going to retreat to Paris and hand over all the provinces of the Northeast to the Prussian, the proud national feelings of these people could not be accepted.

They shouted madly, ignoring the threat of the soldiers' bayonets as they used their lives to protest against the empress's reckless actions!

The uproar in the council was so loud that it nearly overturned the roof of the house. Montaubon was so scared that he forgot to dodge when the ink bottle brushed past his temples.

"Calm down …" Calm down... Are you crazy? Blanqui, Thiers, why aren't you restraining your subordinates! " the Duke shouted angrily.

"Everyone, please calm down and don't get too excited …" Blanqui and Thiers stood in front of the Duke, trying their best to stop the crazy attacks of the councilors, but at this moment, even with their reputation, they had difficulty controlling the situation.

"The Empire will never accept defeat! If the French Emperor dares to return to Paris, we will destroy him with our names! "

The only thing left to do is to die! The Empire was at war with the Empire to the end! "Without victory, there will be no empire!"

Just then, the Marseille's song started to resonate. Everyone jumped onto the table and began to wave their fists at the soldiers.

"Forward!" Children of the motherland, quickly rise up! "

"A glorious day awaits you!"

"Look at Tyrant facing us!"

"Raise the blood-stained flag! Raise the blood-stained flag!"

"Did you hear that? Enemy brutal soldiers! "Howling in our land!"

"They rushed to your side and killed your wives and children!"

"Armed! Fellow citizens! Organize the army! "Organize the army well!"

"Forward!" Forward! Forward … "

The singing started, the atmosphere became explosive, the soldiers became red in the face, their hearts were filled with patriotism and passion, the Marseille song lit a fire in their hearts.

The bayonet subconsciously lowered its head, dodging the sharp blades of the councilors. The soldiers didn't even dare to look directly into the eyes of these crazy councilors!

The representatives' concessions were already filled with sincerity. They had given up the command of the 800,000 National Guard s and even added 2 billion in special war taxes. The only condition was that the French Emperor could not be withdrawn to Paris!

Proud national sentiments could not accept retreat, could not accept the enemy's burning of war into the capital!

"Back in the days, the capital of the Austria was never surrounded by enemies. Could it be that our France's weak spots are not even as good as the Austro-Hungarian Empire's?"

"Wuwuwu …" "I don't accept it, I definitely don't accept it!" The frantic councilor even snatched the soldier's bayonet with his bare hands. The sharp blade cut through the palm of his hand, and his blood stained the marble floor.

"Madmen, a bunch of madmen!" How could the Montaubans dare to suppress him? As soon as they saw that the situation had gone out of control, they immediately ordered their people to retreat. "Go! Retreat immediately!" I know what you guys are saying, and I'll report it back to the empress as soon as I can! "

At this moment, Montaubon, who had been in high spirits a moment ago, left the council in a dejected manner!

Blanqui and Thiers looked at each other and laughed bitterly, they knew that they could no longer suppress the situation they were in!

Indeed, in that era, the organizations of all kinds of movements were very loose. Even the Workers' Movement was not as strict and disciplined as the later generations.

Blanqui and Thiers could only use their own influence to advise them, but they could not give out any orders!

It was like this today. When the news of the French Emperor attempting to lead his troops to Paris and spread throughout the city, a riot broke out and thunder roared. The whole city was in an uproar.

"Refusing to retreat, the Empire will never accept defeat! Fight to the end! "

"We can't lose even an inch of the mountain and river, we'll head to the front line on foot!"

The passionate singing of the Marseille music echoed in every street. The irony was that while the thugs were fighting and burning the shops, they were also singing the patriotic music of the Marseille.

What was more tragic was that in many factories there were crazy movements of workers swinging hammers to destroy the machinery of Prussian production!

Although the Prussian industrial products of that era were not as famous as those of the later generations, the quality was already quite good. Although the Prussian goods used in France were few, but there were still some.

Workers who were unable to vent their emotions even vented their anger on Prussian imported lathe tools and threw boxes of precious lathe knives into the Seine.

Paris had already collapsed completely. The Queen within Tuileries' Palace looked at the chaotic city with a horrified expression and looked at the many burning districts. Her thighs, hidden within her skirt, trembled like sieve chaff.

"Send the news!" Send a telegram to His Majesty as soon as possible! "

"Let him fight on the front lines to the end... "Don't ever come back here!"

"For God's sake, don't come back!"

"As long as he dares to come back, these madmen will tear us apart, and they will send me to the guillotine!"

Empress Ou Renni suddenly thought of Louis XVI and Ma Li who had their heads chopped off. Did they see a similar crazy scene before their deaths back then?

"The nightmare of the Revolution has begun again! What should I do? "What can I do …"