C2915 Sathroman Beated

Thiers's carriage, under the strict protection of the mercenaries, passed through the streets with great difficulty.

At the moment, only a handful of politicians in Paris knew of the Emperor's surrender, while millions of citizens were unaware of it. However, they could sense the impending storm.

This was a wondrous atmosphere. Those who were in it were affected by the hallucinations and made all sorts of strange movements, as if they had been injected with opium.

The streets were filled with people. This was not a grand parade, and no one went to stop them. These idle but angry citizens all wanted to vent their emotions.

Countless orators jumped onto the platform of wood box or sculpture, their arms shouting out various thoughts and slogans. There were always people who echoed them, and there were always people who loudly refuted them.

When the debate reached its peak, people were even waving their fists!

The order was gone. All the policemen and plainclothes in Paris did not dare to provoke these maniacs on the streets!

However, the empire had yet to fall. The citizens did not know that they were already in a state of anarchy, and the power they had gotten used to gave them a little bit of order.

This atmosphere made Thiers extremely uncomfortable. If there was one thing that had to be described with words, it was the instant when the barrel of gunpowder was about to explode.

The fuse was almost at its end, but it had yet to explode. The elusive thing was that after the explosion occurred, it might bring about death, or it might bring about an opportunity!

His heart was already in the air as he undid the collar of his shirt in frustration!

With a bang, a drunkard from nowhere suddenly pressed his face against the window of the carriage, and a drunk with twisted facial features yelled at the powerful man inside the carriage with all his might.

"Bastille! Attack him … We have captured him! "

A veteran grabbed the drunkard's dirty hair and kicked him to the side. These mercenaries that Thiers had fed with gold coins were all loyal to him, they would even kill someone without blinking their eyes!

Looking at the dirty saliva on the window, Thiers frowned: "Damn it! Paris must restore order, and if this goes on the country will be destroyed! "

"These madmen! If the Bastille is still open, you should be allowed to rot and die in it! "

The carriage traveled along the Seine River, his destination being General Trochu's residence. The old general probably didn't know of the news yet, so he had to rescue him in time.

Thiers was too weak, and the members of the parliament did not know whether or not there would be spies from the left side. If news of this got out, Blanqui and the rest would definitely take action.

Bang Bang Bang... Thiers used his boots and kicked the horse carriage, "Speed up! "Don't get entangled with these crazy people..."

The four powerful North African mercenaries rushed to the front of the carriage just like Black Tower. They didn't dare to use their blades for fear of enraging the thugs that were about to erupt. The four of them used their bodies to forcefully break out of the carriage.

"Damn bastard …" "He doesn't have eyes!" The people who were knocked aside turned around and cursed loudly. However, when they saw that there were more than twenty mercenaries who were as strong as mountains surrounding the carriage, the citizens could only curse and didn't dare to attack them.

The horse carriage drove through the alleyway with great difficulty as the surrounding citizens cursed loudly. Many of them even spat towards the horse carriage, "You are waiting for judgement, you damned vampires!"

Thiers's face became uglier and uglier. Just as he was about to explode, a familiar voice came out from the left side of the carriage.

"Citizens of the France! I know your emotional demands, and I know the hardships of your lives... But now that our nation is in a difficult position, we can only unite in order to fight against the invaders! "

"The constitutional monarchy isn't the best system, but it is definitely the most suitable for the present …"

It was a young man standing on top of a wooden box, giving a speech to the public!

The political atmosphere in Paris was still very liberal, especially now that the police had lost control, which had led to the emergence of many speakers.

In this era, there was no internet nor media. If the politicians and scholars in the field wanted to make their own sounds, they would have to rely on books and newspapers.

But writing a book was too slow and too difficult, and the newspaper was a place where multiple powers fought over it … Then the most effective way to publicize your political agenda is to speak.

A republican, an imperial, a constitutional monarch... Of course, there were also those who believed in Blanqui. These people all walked into the crowd and started spreading out their theories.

Only with enough fans can they get the vote, and with the vote they can go into politics and live up to their ambitions.

This was originally a very common occurrence, but when Thiers looked carefully, he found the speaker to be a little interesting.

So this was one of the Imperial Councillors on his list, Sutton!

This was a representative from the Chinese Republic, but Thiers did not expect them to sympathize with the emperor at this moment and even start promoting the idea of a constitutional monarchy.

At this point in time, the citizens of Paris had long been completely disappointed with the French Emperor.

"He even made Napoleon III the emperor? What a state this empire was being ruled by him! He should be on the guillotine! " Someone from the crowd suddenly shouted.

Following that was countless people cheering excitedly, "The guillotine! The guillotine! "The guillotine …"

Sutloman's face was livid, but he said patiently, "Citizens! I understand your feelings, but please listen to my speech … "

"No matter how wrong the Emperor is, or whether we should go and clear him up... We should all wait for the end of this battle before proceeding! "

"A bad organization is better than no organization. Please understand this principle …" It's just like you guys are in the desert right now. A glass of dirty water is better than no water at all! "

"Remember, French Emperor is the only person who can barely combine the resources of the France! "No matter how bad he is, we should still give him a chance to organize his forces for the sake of his final bit of ability …"

"It won't be too late to reveal our cards to the French Emperor after we force him to retreat …"

"If there is no French Emperor, who can jump out to pool the resources of the entire France? "Who can satisfy all the provinces to the greatest extent?"

"Without such a person, the country would be more chaotic... When our nation is completely disorganized and turned into chaos, the Prussian will invade us even more recklessly … "

"Fuck you …" With a "pa", a smelly tomato directly smashed into Sutton's face. The furious workers in the crowd cursed, "You are the emperor's lackey! You just want to continue drinking the blood of the people! "Beat him to death …"

No one would listen to his reasoning. Right now, all they wanted was to vent their frustrations. The group of people dragged Sutton directly into the crowd, where they would fight to the death with all their might.