Make France Great Again

"General Saint-Arnaud, the mission of the army is to defend the Republic from aggression by enemy countries. It is not to ask you to do things that are not yours!"

Marast mercilessly rebuked General Saint-Arnault for observing the opportunity of the Republic, in order to take the opportunity to persuade Jérôme Bonaparte, the man behind Saint-Arnault, to respect the Parliament.

"Citizen Speaker, I am a warrior and don't understand how to truly defend the Republic! I only know one thing, and that is to crush the bugs who destroyed Paris! Do you know the expressions on those guys when we shot them? That kind of helplessness and despair..." General Saint-Arnaud responded coldly to Marast.

Saint Arnaud had no fear of the so-called highest authority in front of him, and instead his body showed an inexplicable excitement.

If you want to fight with us, then give it a try!

"Papa pa pa"

Marast knocked on the wooden hammer, trying to vent his dissatisfaction in this way.

Saint-Arnaud quietly looked at Marast on the stage, and told all the MPs present the military parade proposal that had been discussed long ago.

The parliamentarians were extremely unhappy about Saint-Arnaud's open defiance of Parliament.

But no matter how much they dislike Saint Arnaud, they must pass the proposal in Saint Arnaud's hands.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to completely lift martial law.

After Saint-Arnaud finished speaking about the proposal, Marast, who calmed down, said: "Start voting now!"

550 members of Parliament voted simultaneously. Since the Republicans and the Party of Order had reached an agreement on disbanding martial law, the vote was won by 450 to 100.

The Legislative Assembly will bear all costs of the parade.

In the angry eyes of Speaker Marast, Saint Arnaud left with his head held high.

…

January 15, 1850.

This is an unprecedented Sunday morning in Paris. Since December, the Sartory area on the outskirts of Paris has rarely seen sunny weather like this.

The blue sky is dotted with clouds. Perhaps because it has snowed before, the fields are covered with a thin white blanket, and the pine trees beside the road are covered with "crystal dust", which emits a dazzling light. , the Sartori area seemed to be immersed in light.

Between this bright sky and earth, an unprecedented commotion is taking place in this area. The originally quiet suburbs became noisy in an instant. Countless soldiers, officers and generals came from the suburbs of Temple and the suburbs of Saint-Martin. , Montelte suburbs gather here, and the noise and restlessness come and go in this wilderness field.

Soldiers wearing brand-new military uniforms, shiny buttons, medals and armor were neatly formed into square formations under the leadership of officers, waiting for Jérôme Bonaparte's review. The armor shone dazzlingly in the sunlight, and the light pierced the troops. into everyone's eyes.

In these dazzling lights and the continuous cheers like a tide, every soldier and every officer showed their heartfelt pride, and the entire army was immersed in the emotion of invincibility. .

The ghost of the imperial army that had swept across the entire European continent seemed to be resurrected in them.

As time passed, President Jérôme Bonaparte of the French Republic entered the scene, and the army instantly burst into even more enthusiastic cheers. At this time, he was wearing a special thickened Lev uniform and a Napoleon hat ( It can also be called full-feet), and the Grand Cross on his chest shone with dazzling light under the sunlight. This outfit imitated his uncle, Emperor Napoleon, making him look much more majestic.

Due to the snow on the ground, Jérôme Bonaparte did not choose to ride on his white horse, which was similar to his uncle's when he crossed the Alps, and walked through the square on foot. Behind him was the Minister of War Ray. Neo, Secretary of State Saint-Arnault, Commander of the Paris City Defense Changarnier, Prime Minister Opal and some senior generals in Paris will review the troops together with Jérôme Bonaparte.

"Long live the Emperor!"

The soldiers in the phalanx all cheered for Jerome Bonaparte.

For those who had experienced martial law in Paris, the name Jérôme Bonaparte no longer only represented the past glory of the army, but also represented money.

The entire martial law has generally doubled the property of soldiers in the suburbs of Paris. What reason do they have not to bring someone with them who can bring them wealth.

Every time Jérôme Bonaparte passed by a phalanx, he could hear the cheers from the soldiers in the phalanx. He also smiled and waved to the phalanx soldiers, shook hands cordially with the phalanx officers, said their names and Giving words of encouragement, the phalanx officers showed moved expressions because their names were remembered by the president. They shouted "Long live Bonaparte". Such behavior often caused the phalanx to cheer even louder.

"Your Excellency, the President still likes to show off!"

Changarnier, who was among the senior generals, whispered to General de Castellana beside him.

"Isn't this good?" De Castellana glanced at Changarnier and said calmly: "This way we have a spokesperson who can be our spokesperson!"

"But I'm worried that the president will conflict with the parliament!" Changarnier looked a little unnatural. Although he had taken refuge in Jérôme Bonaparte, it did not mean that he had completely severed his relationship with the royal faction.

Not to mention the promise Thiers made to him when he quietly came to his home some time ago.

Once the conflict between the president and the royal faction completely breaks out, he may be in a dilemma.

"Parliament?" De Castellana sneered, with disdain in his eyes.

The weakness of the Legislative Assembly has been seen by de Castellana, who asserted that the Legislative Assembly will never win the president.

It's just that Changarnier's swing was indeed beyond his expectation. He originally thought that Changarnier had become a person on the president's side.

"We must respect the power of parliament!" Changarnier responded in a low voice.

De Castellana stopped talking, and he also sentenced Changarnier to "death" in his heart.

No force would accept the surrender of a young man, not to mention that the army's voice for the president is getting louder day by day, which means that the president's prestige in the army is enough to suppress Changarnier.

Before long, Changarnier may become a commander with the title of empty commander but no actual power, and he may even be dismissed by the president.

"Yeah! You're right!" De Castellana said perfunctorily, and subconsciously distanced himself slightly from Changarnier. He didn't want to wait until Changarnier fell, and he would also be affected by the fish pond. .

The whispers of Changarnier and de Castellana did not reach the ears of the third person, nor did Jerome Bonaparte, who was walking in the front, hear them.

Shaking hands with the last phalanx commander and encouraging him, he walked slowly in a common passage. At the other end of the passage was a 3-meter-high viewing platform, where Jérôme Bonaparte would review the troops.

At this time, the viewing platform was already full of people. They were gentlemen from the upper class of Paris and representatives of the National Guard Corps (due to the problems of the National Guard itself, Jérôme Bonaparte did not allow them to participate in the military parade, but he did. Representatives of all legions and armies participated) as well as envoys from various countries.

Jérôme Bonaparte, who slowly came to the end of the passage, boarded the viewing platform together with senior generals.

In an instant, the loud military band played beautiful music, and the sound of drums, violins, and saxophones mixed together to create a wonderful chapter.

The soldiers who heard the military band became even more excited.

"Raise the flag!"

Jerome Bonaparte gave the order with a serious expression.

Under the viewing platform, the cuirassier battalion headed by Edgar Ney shouted loudly: "Raise the flag!"

Under the simple flagpole not far from the military parade square, the tricolor flag symbolizing the French Republic was taken out of the big red square box, and the French Republic flag slowly rose in the cold wind.

At the same time, the military band also changed its tune to symbolize the First Empire's "national anthem" "Ode to the Expedition".

The French soldiers were even more enthusiastic, while the envoys who were in charge of watching the ceremony showed solemn, frightened and embarrassed expressions.

"Oh God! Do they want restoration?" the ambassador of the Russian Empire asked in a low voice to the Austrian ambassador beside him.

Baron Huboy shook his head and tried to find a suitable reason for Jérôme Bonaparte's behavior. He knew these ambassadors of the Russian Empire too well. He was a warmonger just like their master, the Tsar. Baron Huboy It's not like letting his country fall into the damn war decades ago again. That damn war has caused Austria to not recover yet: "Maybe it's just pure nostalgia!"

"Look...look, look at Shuyuan www.zhaoｓhuyuan.com, his arrogant appearance! He was hiding in Italy like a lost dog a few years ago, but now he is wearing his uncle's clothes. He really thought that he would change his clothes. Can you become him just by wearing that person's clothes? Don't be kidding me!" The ambassador of the Russian Empire still commented on Jerome Bonaparte reluctantly. In his mouth, Jerome Bonaparte was like a Like a clown.

"Mr. Ambassador, I don't like talking about others behind their backs! A gentleman will never talk nonsense behind their backs!" Baron Huboy's frown revealed a distant tone in his words.

"Mr. Baron, what I mean is..." Ambassador of the Russian Empire Tu Qiongdeng said: "If that clown really restores the empire, will the Austrian Empire be willing to fight for the sacred order?"

"I am just an ordinary minister. Whether I want to declare war on France depends on the wishes of the emperor and the prime minister!"

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