C3031 the satire of the people

These European councilors all started off in a war of words, why would Luo Shenfuer be afraid of a war of words? He walked to the window and pushed it open. It was already sunset outside.

"Hehe …" A nationalistic youth? Without these angry nationalist warriors, there will be no future for the France! "

"Look at the morale of this city, look at the people's choices! The will of the people cannot be disobeyed! "

The evening in Paris had become an inexplicable carnival, filled with bonfires, revelry, and drunken patriots throwing up on the banks of the Seine.

Strangely, strange men and women were dancing in each other's arms. There were even half-naked women dancing in the middle of the fanatical crowd!

"This is crazy …" "Everyone's gone crazy …" The members of the Bourbon's palace all frowned.

Luo Shenfuer roared loudly, "This is not madness! This was the morale! This is the morale of us defeating the enemy! Even if we are surrounded by heavy soldiers, we will not lose our courage and confidence to continue fighting! "

"God bless France! The descendents of the Joan of Arc will not give up their homeland! "

"General Trochu! I beg you again... For the sake of our motherland... Take the courage to put down your selfishness... "Go and fight!"

"The people are calling you!"

Trochu's face turned green when he heard it, the left faction could be considered to have completely revealed their cards to him, Luo Shenfuer tore off all decorum from the very start and started to call out his inner thoughts, actually revealing his plan to protect himself.

This was already a big taboo of politicians. If they were to reveal their cards in such a manner, it would mean that there would be no buffer in the future. It would mean that they would be taking it head on!

People's will! People's will! People's Will... Now, when Trochu heard this word, he felt extremely disgusted. France had already been trapped in the spell of public opinion since the Revolution, regardless of whether it was an absurd decision or not, putting the word "public opinion" on top of it was natural.

The old general stood up with a dark face, pointed at the woman with her bare buttocks and the group of drunkards chasing after her, and said with trembling fingers, "People! What you're saying is that these people... Will you force me to change my goals? "

"Tell me …" These crazy, ignorant, greedy, pornographic people... Did they really know how to govern? Do they really know what war is? "

"In order to satisfy them, they want our legion to die in vain. They want us to take the wrong path?"

Luo Shenfuer glared at him. "Wrong path? When did the will of the people become the wrong path? Don't forget that you are the head of the Interim Council of the Republic, and your rights are bestowed upon you by the people! "

"Since they gave you the right, you must obey the wishes of the people!"

"Bullshit!" What is the will of the people? Can you represent it? Or could it be that the mob of a city could represent it? They are already in a mood, they are already angry drunkards, do you think their decision can be listened to? "

"I've already told you ten thousand times, why didn't you come out of the city to fight in the wilderness? I've told you about military matters countless times, why can't you understand?"

The old general's head of white hair was in a mess as it trembled in the night wind.

"A battle in which there is no doubt about it, yet you are forcing yourselves to fight with the will of the people. This is your crime! "Crime!"

The old general roared, and saliva flew all over Luo Shenfuer's face, but this representative from the left wing was not afraid of going head on against him!

"Definitely lose? If Gan Bida had the same thoughts as you, he would not have risked his life to balloon and leave the city! "

"He brought the new recruits from the Loire River Regiment to defeat Prince Karl's group of veterans. Why can't I, Paris, create such a miracle?"

"One hundred and eighty thousand Paris garrison s, three hundred thousand National Guard s, and three million citizens … How come I don't have the strength to fight! "

"Let us set off a vast sea of people's wars! Let Paris be a graveyard for the invaders! "

There was no saving them, all the members of the left faction were beyond saving them, they had gone completely crazy. These people had started their career with armed uprisings, and using violence to suppress their enemies was already a habit.

And their zealous patriotism would not allow them to compromise with the enemy. In their eyes, war was about fighting to the last man, until the enemy was expelled.

Not only will we expel him, but we'll attack Berlin as a counterattack. If you kill one hundred thousand soldiers and civilians in Prussia, we will repay you two hundred thousand.

Previously, when General Trochu controlled the supplies and government departments of the council and the military, he was more or less able to suppress the fanaticism in these people's hearts. However, the news of Gan Bida's victory had thoroughly ignited the fury in these people's hearts.

In their eyes, the newly-formed regiment formed by the countryside bumpkins in the south of France could win the war, so why couldn't these brave workers and the garrison unit of the imperial city fight against it?

You, Trochu, are a coward, a person with wild ambitions.

In a short moment, the whole of Paris was filled with curses, and there were even jokes and jokes coming from the sides of the bonfires that were taunting Interim Defence Government!

The naked prostitute had a paper plate on her head with Trochu's name written on it. She then pinched her throat and spoke to the scholar.

The man in front of the prostitute who was only left with his underwear, wrote Bismark's name on his chest, and the two of them actually started acting.

The fake Trochu was flirting around in front of the crowd, showing all sorts of postures, even kneeling in front of the man acting as Bismark to beg for forgiveness.

"Bismark", who was holding onto his belt, whipped his snow-white butt with a belt. "Pa Pa Pa" sounds would always cause the people around him to scream out in excitement.

"Oh!" The strong Bismark … My Prime Minister Iron-Blood... Please conquer me! "Conquer me …"

"Lowly Trochu … As long as you walk on the ground like a dog and bark a few more times … "Then I'll let you go …"

"Woof woof woof …" The prostitute actually started barking like a dog while lying on the ground. The surrounding people all began to curse angrily.

"Trochu is a bitch … Soft Bones... The traitor of China! "

"Beat him!"

The mud on the ground smashed onto the performers' bodies. A group of drunkards rushed up to the performers and pinched them, while at the same time taking advantage of them. The entire group was in a frenzy.

In the end, that drunk prostitute was dragged into the alley, and was then rotated by a group of drunkard men. The few plainclothes men in the distance pretended not to have seen her and turned around to leave.

Paris, it had become strange, the whole city was filled with a crazy atmosphere, the war had made these people look like a farce.

The British Embassy had once recorded that on the streets outside the British Embassy that night, citizens of Paris had shot and killed a lion in a zoo and then dragged the body out to be sliced up for barbecue.

People were singing and dancing, drinking and eating in a frenzy. Even indescribable things happened between men and women on the street!

If people did not know that they were in the middle of the Franco-Prussian War and that they were in Paris, they would have thought that this place was the lustful imperial harem of the Ancient Rome, or the evil land of Babylon City.

The people were unrestrainedly releasing their dissatisfaction towards the Interim Government. Other than Gan Bida and Luo Shenfuer, the officials who were leading by Trochu had become the target of public mockery.

Bourbon's palace had already become the target of people's hatred, the storm was growing more and more intense until it could no longer be suppressed!