Make France Great Again

"General Canrobert, I said it! The military should avoid being linked to politics as much as possible! Don't you understand?"

Changarnier stared at the 40-year-old major general with cold eyes. If he hadn't made a hole at the beginning, he would not have reached the height he is now.

After all, he is just a dog of Bonaparte, and he dares to show off in front of him.

"I think..." Canrobert looked around and said firmly: "The president is not a political figure, he is the leader of the republic and the supreme commander of the army! Only by constantly keeping in touch with the supreme commander can we better Build an army!”

"I think General Canrobert is right!" Perot, who belonged to the same camp, immediately cheered for General Canrobert.

Not only Perot, but also some National Guard commanders who were leaning toward the president also nodded slightly. They also agreed with Jérôme Bonaparte's words.

What Changarnier feared most had happened. If even the National Guards were attracted by them, then he, the top administrator of the Seine Province, would have no other choice but to be killed.

Long-term military life has taught Changarnier how to control his subordinates. The army regards obedience as its bounden duty. As long as you can express your attitude and use your position to make these guys obey.

The rest depends on whether Thiers can help him.

"I don't want to explore the issue of whether the president is a politician!" Changarnier decided to use his own advantages to make them obey: "I issue an order as the commander of the National Guard and the garrison of the Seine Province. From now on, anyone You are not allowed to leave the military camp without my approval, otherwise, military law will be dealt with!"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of everyone present changed drastically.

Even Brigadier General Nomar looked at Changarnier with horrified eyes. Commander Changarnier's order was too earth-shattering.

One bad move and Changarnier could lead to a situation where everything is lost.

"Do you understand?" Changarnier said sharply to everyone present.

The people in the war council did not respond to Changarnier.

"I say it again, do you hear me clearly?" Changarnier's tone was harsher the second time, and his voice could not be louder.

"I heard it!" There were finally a few sporadic responses this time.

"Very good!" Changarnier nodded with satisfaction, waved his hand and said: "That's it for today's meeting! It's getting late now, you should go back and rest!"

Changarnier turned and disappeared into the darkness, and the National Guard commanders also left one after another.

Canrobert and Perrault frowned and fell into deep thought.

After a while, Major General Canrobert called out to Major General Perot. After going out, the two people rode out of the war conference hall.

"What should we do now? That old immortal Changarnier is obviously overpowering us!" There was no trace of respect in Perrault's words, and Changarnier had already begun to tear his face.

"Don't worry!" The cunning moonlight shone on Canrobert's slightly bald head, and Canrobert said seriously: "We only need to control the army, and leave the rest to His Majesty and the Minister. . Changarnier can use his position to suppress us, and naturally some people can use it to suppress others. In this case, Changarnier does not have the ability to remove us from our position."

Although Changarnier was the commander of the National Guard and the garrison of the Seine Province, his military rank was only at the same level as Canrobert and Perrault.

The removal of Canrobert and Perot could only be ordered by the War Department himself, but the War Department was in the hands of the president.

Under the moonlight, Canrobert and Perrault embarked on the road back to their base.

…

9am the next day.

Jérôme Bonaparte woke up from his sleep and had a simple breakfast. As soon as he sat in the study, he received the news from Canrobert.

"What?" Canrobert looked at Valewski with a surprised expression, "You mean that Changarnier will no longer allow the army to go to the Elysée Palace?"

"That's right!" Walewski said firmly: "General Canrobert told me that Changarnier held a meeting after his return. The meeting clearly stated that the army cannot..."

Valewski relayed Canrobert's words, and Jerome Bonaparte's expression became increasingly dissatisfied. Of course, he was not dissatisfied with Valewski, but with Changarnier's policy.

Changarnier seemed determined to target him.

"I want to depose Changarnier!" Jérôme Bonaparte said in a calm tone.

"Your Excellency, I don't think we are ready for a full-scale war with the Party of Order!" Valewski dissuaded his cousin, "I think we still need to wait for a while!"

Valewski's words made Jerome Bonaparte, who was almost blinded by anger, wake up instantly.

Since Changarnier dared to blatantly restrict his communication with the army, it means that there must be the shadow of Thiers behind him.

Although the current Party of Order is about to fall apart, it is still experiencing disillusionment. Only by allowing Count Chambord to crush them without completely falling apart can Jérôme Bonaparte completely defeat them.

It won't be too long.

"Cousin, go help me call this old bastard Changarnier! I want to ask him face to face! Don't worry, I won't do anything to him!" Jérôme Bonaparte also said this to Changarnier. An old man in his 60s showed no respect at all.

"Yes!" Walewski immediately responded to Jérôme Bonaparte.

After Valewski left, Jérôme Bonaparte, who was sitting in a big chair and was bored, continued to read the contents of the newspaper.

Not long after, there was a knock on the study door.

Jerome Bonaparte sat upright, put on a solemn and majestic expression and said: "Please come in!"

The door slowly opened, and Valewski and Changarnier appeared outside.

"General Changarnier, please!" Walewski said to Changarnier naturally while maintaining due etiquette.

"Thank you!" Changarnier also responded politely.

After Changarnier entered the study, the door was closed again, leaving only Jérôme Bonaparte and Changarnier.

"General Changarnier, please sit down!" Jérôme Bonaparte "enthusiastically" stretched out his hand to invite General Changarnier to sit down.

The expressionless General Changarnier sat on one side of the sofa, and Jérôme Bonaparte sat opposite Changarnier.

With his legs slightly spread apart and his elbows hanging on his thighs, Jérôme Bonaparte sat in a relaxed posture and said kindly to Changarnier: "General Changarnier, it has been a long time since we have been face to face like this. Let’s talk!”

"Your Excellency, I am a soldier! I should not get too involved in politics!" Commander Changarnier said the funniest joke in the world with a serious expression.

A smile appeared on the corner of Jérôme Bonaparte's lips, and he said with a hint of irony: "General Changarnier, do you know? Comedy is comedy because they often say it with a serious expression. With your perverse words, you have the potential to be an actor!”

"Mr. President!" Changarnier said with a hint of anger in his words, "If you came to me just to say some witty words, then I think you have come to the wrong person. The opera house next door is obviously more... For people like you!”

"General, why are we fighting against each other? What benefits has Thiers given you? We can talk openly and honestly!" Jérôme Bonaparte simply opened the window and spoke frankly.

"At least they won't be like you!" Changarnier stood up and wanted to leave.

"That's not necessarily the case!" Jérôme Bonaparte straightened his body and sighed: "General, if you don't try to tread two boats, we will become a very good partner!"

"Mr. President, stop joking!" Changarnier refuted: "You have never trusted me. All you trust are the candidates you promoted!"

"You can't say that. Most of my colleagues in the War Department were not promoted by me!" Jérôme Bonaparte replied to Changarnier.

"Yes! They are not your candidates for promotion, but they have become your lackeys for you to control at will! As long as these weaklings are a little tougher, they will kneel down..." Adhering to the North African party's disdain for government bureaucrats, General Changarnier also looked down upon those in the War Department.

As soon as he finished speaking, Changarnier turned his back to Jérôme Bonaparte and prepared to leave.

"Commander Changarnier, you are trying to anger me! I will send you to Vincennes!" Jérôme Bonaparte threatened Changarnier.

"No! I will send you to Vincennes!" Changarnier threatened Jérôme Bonaparte without hesitation.

[Vinsen: A prison in eastern France, a place where political prisoners are held. 】

After the two threatened each other, the meeting broke up.

Jerome Bonaparte sat on the sofa again, waiting for Valewski's arrival.

"Your Excellency, what's wrong? Commander Changarnier looks very angry!" Walewski looked at Jérôme Bonaparte in confusion, looking for Shuyuanｗww.zhaoshuyuan.com Unexpectedly, in such a short time, the two men The individual parted ways.

"He wants to send us all to Vincennes!" Jérôme Bonaparte said calmly.

"That's really bad news!" Walewski frowned, "You have to fight back!"

"Cousin, you now go to the Ministry of War to inform Minister Regno and Saint-Arnaud of what just happened, so that they can be ready to remove Changarnier at any time!" Jérôme Bonaparte told Valeff Ski ordered one by one.

"Yes!" Walewski responded immediately?

"And tell those guys in the Paris army (the generals who are idle at home) what happened here in Changarnier, so that they can be mentally prepared!"

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