Make France Great Again

Thiers was dying. He died of his own intelligence and his position in the heart of Jérôme Bonaparte.

In Thiers' mind, Japan's coup was just another coup similar to the one in 1830. At best, Jérôme Bonaparte could just kick them all out of the center of power like Louis Philippe did. As long as Thiers is not completely dead, then he has a chance to make a comeback.

Who would have thought that Jerome Bonaparte would use despicable means to eliminate him from the physical level!

With the sound of a gunshot, the illusion of harmonious coexistence between Walewski and Thiers was shattered, replaced by a cold and desperate life countdown.

Thiers stared at Walewski in front of him with wide eyes. His eyes were full of confusion and incomprehension, as if he had never thought that he would suffer such a terrible fate, and Walewski's cold eyes With a touch of regret, the muzzle of the revolver held by Valewski still had a trace of white smoke produced by a wisp of gunpowder that had not been fully burned out.

The bursts of severe pain in his chest and the gradually slowing down breathing seemed to convey a death signal to Thiers' nerve center. He stumbled to the ground, covering the wound with his right hand, as if trying to Use this method to delay your own death.

"Why...what?" Thiers used all his strength to spit out his last words.

Walewski squatted next to Adolphe Thiers and whispered: "Mr. Thiers! If you are allowed to continue to stay in this world, I don't know how much trouble you will cause us!"

"You...will suffer...retribution...!" Thiers cursed Jérôme Bonaparte's coup group intermittently.

Walewski shook his head and sighed: "Maybe!"

Just as Walewski stood up, the lieutenant colonel stationed outside the mansion suddenly broke in. He glanced at Adolphe Thiers, who was bleeding on the floor, and then looked at Walewski, who looked calm. Ji, with a horrified expression on his face.

"First... Sir, how are you? Nothing happened! You..." The lieutenant colonel hurriedly asked about Valewski's situation.

"I'm fine!" Walewski responded to the lieutenant colonel calmly, then handed the revolver to the lieutenant colonel and said briskly: "The pistol is very easy to use!"

"Sir... sir, why did you kill him! The president... didn't the president say... not to kill anyone... If a big shot like him dies... what should I do?" the lieutenant colonel pointed almost desperately. Thiers, who was lying in a pool of blood and twitching, said to Valewski.

Faced with this hot crime tool, the lieutenant colonel did not dare to take it.

If the lieutenant colonel takes over, he may face charges of deliberately wiping out members of the Legislative Assembly.

Such a charge was placed on him, a young lieutenant colonel, and he would be court-martialed if he did not go well.

"Don't panic!" Walewski seemed to comfort the lieutenant colonel who had lost control due to excessive panic: "We are carrying out an innovation, and it is normal for some people to die during the innovation! Besides, you are here Don’t we have to kill people on the battlefield?”

"No... it's different! Sir!" The lieutenant colonel shook his head desperately and responded to Valewski: "On the battlefield, we are facing the enemy, and he..." The lieutenant colonel pointed to the cold ladder Ye'er said desperately: "He is a member of the National Assembly, and it is said that he is also the leader of a party..."

"Now there is no National Assembly, and there will no longer be any party leaders!" Facing the "ignorant" lieutenant colonel, Walewski assumed the posture of a superior: "Wait until all the dust settles. When the time comes, the Legislative Assembly will cease to exist, so what are you afraid of!"

Walewski's reprimanding of the lieutenant colonel in a superior tone did have an effect. The army's strict hierarchy system calmed down the overloaded mind of the lieutenant colonel.

"You are right to say that!" Lieutenant Colonel agreed with Walewski's statement, but he was still afraid of settling the score later: "But, he is always a big shot in Paris!"

"Look at him, does he still look like a big shot now?" Valewski pointed at Thiers and asked the lieutenant colonel.

"This..." The lieutenant colonel looked at the dead Thiers and the fear of authority in his heart seemed to fade a little.

After the lieutenant colonel's mood completely calmed down, Valewski patted the lieutenant colonel and said in a calm tone: "Don't worry! I killed Thiers, you don't have to bear any responsibility!"

"You don't have to take responsibility!" After hearing Valewski's words of taking sole responsibility, the lieutenant colonel finally felt relieved: "That's really great!"

Then, the lieutenant colonel seemed to realize his inappropriate remarks and hurriedly explained: "I mean..."

Before the lieutenant colonel could finish speaking, Walewski interrupted the lieutenant colonel's explanation: "However, you must testify for me. I was forced to fight back!"

"Forced to counterattack?" The lieutenant colonel was a little confused. He glanced at Thiers in a pool of blood. Judging from the results at the scene, Walewski seemed to have planned it for a long time.

"Sometimes the truth is not important!" Valewski responded calmly: "What matters is what people want to believe! As long as we can continue to instill a concept into people, then Parisian citizens will subtly believe that we are Correct! Not a few people lose their lives due to duels in Paris every year!"

As the lieutenant colonel watched, Valewski placed the pistol in Thiers' hands as Thiers died.

"Can you give me another gun?" Walewski stretched out his hand to the lieutenant colonel.

Upon seeing this, the lieutenant colonel hurried out and asked his officers for a pistol, which he handed to Valewski.

Gu/span looked at the old-fashioned flintlock pistol in front of him, and Valewski's eyes showed a trace of determination.

Under the panicked eyes of the lieutenant colonel, Valewski gritted his teeth, put the flintlock pistol against his shoulder, and then pulled the trigger.

With a "bang", blood bloomed on Walewski's shoulder, and his originally rosy face turned pale.

The severe pain caused Walewski to almost fall to the ground. The lieutenant colonel standing aside quickly helped Walewski.

"So you can report it to your superiors! Because Adolphe Thiers was dissatisfied with our actions and sent me a duel request!" Walewski said angrily.

The lieutenant colonel was extremely grateful to Valewski. Valewski's forgery turned what was originally a one-sided murder into a duel.

There would be no accountability for those who died in a duel in Paris.

"Thank you!" Lieutenant Colonel expressed his sincere gratitude to Walewski.

With the support of the lieutenant colonel, Walewski walked out of Thiers' mansion.

The first president of the Third Republic in history and the only "Dictado" ended his short life with a disgraceful murder at 5:30 on December 2, 1850.

From a certain perspective, Walewski indirectly saved Thiers' subsequent reputation, allowing Thiers to remain at its peak during the Orleans Dynasty.

When Valewski returned to the Elysée Palace, Jérôme Bonaparte was surprised to find a bandage wrapped around Valewski's left shoulder.

"What happened?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Valewski what happened.

Walewski reported the news of Adolphe Thiers' death to Jérôme Bonaparte, and later took it upon himself to fake the scene.

After listening to Valewski's report, Jérôme Bonaparte looked at Valewski with grateful eyes. Just as he was about to pat Valewski's shoulder to express comfort, he suddenly realized that Valewski Ski's shoulder is still injured.

The hand that was in mid-air retracted, an awkward but polite smile appeared on his face and he said: "Okay! Okay!"

Walewski and Jérôme Bonaparte stayed in the bunker of the Elysée Palace, waiting for news from the Ministry of War.

…

When the arrest operation lasted until 6 o'clock, except for the death of Adolphe Thiers, most of the congressmen had been arrested in their sleep.

However, there are still a few MPs fleeing from the army.

At the same time, in another corner of Paris - the old Temple Street, where the original Soubize House was now the "National Printing House", people were working overtime.

As early as around 2 o'clock in the morning, soldiers from the 4th Company of the 1st Battalion of the 2nd Regiment of the 3rd Brigade occupied the area. The captain in charge of the company was Laroche Devasi.

At about three o'clock in the morning, Mokar, the director of the secretary's office, brought a letter from the Ministry of War to Captain Laroche de Vasi. The letter said: "He himself and his team are at the disposal of the manager of the national printing plant."

The soldiers loaded their bullets without saying a word, and placed sentries in the workshop. They also placed sentries in the corridors, in front of doors and windows, and everywhere. There were also two sentries posted at the door leading to the street.

After doing all this, the captain asked Mokar what instructions he should give to his soldiers.

Mokar, who came in a carriage, immediately replied: "It's the simplest and clearest: anyone who tries to leave the factory or travels through will be shot!"

Later, looking for the book garden www.zhaoshuyuan.com Mokar and the manager of the national printing plant retreated to the office on the second floor. In a room overlooking the entire garden, Mokar brought the manager of the printing plant He found what he wanted to print: a decree to dissolve the National Assembly, an appeal to the army, an appeal to the people, a decree to summon the electors;

These are all things that are about to be printed by the national printing house, and many of the documents have signs of alteration by Jérôme Bonaparte.

To prevent workers from reading ahead of time, each sentence in the document was broken up so that each worker could only read part of it.

The printing took an hour to complete. When the manager handed the printed and spliced ​​samples to Mokar, Mokar nodded with satisfaction.

After finalizing the template, it took nearly two hours of large-scale printing, and notices appeared one after another at around 6 a.m.

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