Make France Great Again

A mansion in the main city of Lyon.

"You idiot! You are frightened by your words! Are you still a soldier? Where is your courage in Algiers and Paris!"

An old but angry shout came from the window on the second floor of the mansion, causing the two soldiers in charge of guarding the gate of the mansion to prick up their ears to listen to the movement in the mansion.

At this time, Alfondo Bedo in the mansion was standing straight on one side of the desk, and opposite him was an old man in a white military uniform with medals on his chest. He was known as the hero of Algeria Bi Ruo Marshal.

[The hero of the French, the nightmare of the Arabs. When he took office as the Governor of Algeria, he completely wiped out the large guerrilla forces entrenched in Algeria. It can be said that he is the terminator of the guerrillas in Algeria. 】

"Marshal, you don't know! His Excellency the prince's anger is very similar to that of the emperor..." Alfondo Bedo tried to defend Bizo.

As a confidant brought out from Algeria by Marshal Bijo, Alfondo Bedo can still argue a few words in front of the rough Bijo.

"Huh?" Bijo looked up and down Alfondo Bedo and asked suspiciously, "I remember you were born in 1804, right?"

"Yes!" Alfondo Bedo responded.

"Have you met His Majesty the Emperor?" Marshal Bi Ruo asked in amazement, "I only met His Majesty a few times back then, and the last time I met, His Majesty was almost dismissed!"

"Marshal, when I was very young, I only saw Your Majesty from a distance, and it's not like you can always accept His Majesty's admonition!" Alfondo Bedo explained to Marshal Bijo.

"The admonition of shit!" Marshal Bijo yelled, and Alfondo Bedo's words brought back Bijo's memories: "Every time I see the emperor, I always meet in groups, and I don't say a few words at all. Words! The only time I saw His Majesty alone, I was scolded!"

Alfondo Bedo didn't put on a serious face when he saw this, but instead showed a hippie smile and said to Marshal Bijo: "Marshal, aren't you also afraid of Your Majesty?"

"I..." Marshal Bi Ruo was at a loss for words in an instant. He recalled the reprimand to him when the emperor came back. When he was there, he entered the Tuileries Palace with trepidation and anxiously waited for the emperor's verdict. In the end, the emperor still chose to let him continue as colonel.

That was the first time he experienced the past from heaven to hell and then to heaven, so the memory is still fresh.

"He...really looks like His Majesty?" Marshal Biruo asked again. Compared with the first question, Marshal Biruo was less suspicious and more surprised.

"Marshal, I guarantee it on my reputation! His Excellency the Prince who is not angry is only somewhat similar to the emperor. Once he gets angry, His Excellency the Prince is simply a trumpet His Majesty!" Alfondo Bedo swore Marshal Bijo said.

"In this case..." Marshal Bijo scratched his head and seemed a little annoyed: "It seems that some people in the Party of Order are going to miscalculate! Bedo, I bet if your information is correct, there will be many people in Paris who like us Your Excellency the Prince!"

"Party of Order? Marshal, the Party of Order are going to attack the prince?" Alfondo Bedo asked Marshal Bijo in surprise.

"How do you think I knew he would arrive in Lyon at this time!" Marshal Bijo cast a glance at Alfondo Bedo, and said bitterly, "When will you be able to use your brain more! Soldiers must not only learn To fight a war, you need to have a political mind!"

Later, he gloated and added: "However, this is just a small temptation through my hand! Those guys in the Party of Order hope that the Italian boy (Jerome Bonaparte) will check and balance Cavaignac,

And I don't want to let that kid's voice be too loud! I happened to owe those people a favor, so I let you go! Well now, I've done it! "

"If the prince goes to the banquet, wouldn't it be dangerous." Alfondo Bedo was dumbfounded and said to Marshal Bijo. The current Marshal Bijo has overturned his previous impression of him.

"Not necessarily!" Marshal Bijo continued: "If that Italian kid really steps into the game, he will probably be targeted by that fellow Cavaignac! At that time, he can only turn to the Party of Order for help! After all Or because he was too loud in Paris!"

"Then what should we do now?" Marshal Alfondo Bedo Bijo asked.

"I did everything the Party of Order asked me to do! Now it has nothing to do with me!" Marshal Bi Ruo raised his legs and put on the posture of an old hooligan: "In the end, it is just an internal struggle in Paris, and I am just a That's all the commander of the front army!"

"But..." Alfondo Bedo hesitated for a moment, and then expressed his concerns: "Your Excellency, will he follow us after knowing the inside story!"

Marshal Bi Ruo hesitated for a moment and then said: "It should be impossible! No one knows this is a trap!"

"What if those people in Paris sold us?" Alfondo Beddo continued.

Marshal Bijo recalled that when the riot was suppressed in February, he was abandoned by the king and those Orderists. Those guys were enjoying life in Paris, but he had to stay in Lyon.

Thinking of this, Marshal Bijo became furious. He immediately took out the manuscript paper in the drawer, wrote "Beware of Thiers" in French on the white paper, and handed the note to Alfondo Bedo He said rudely: "Take this thing and get out!"

Alfondo Bedo, who took the paper, immediately understood Marshal Bijo's intention, and he saluted Marshal Bijo and left.

Afterwards, Alfondo Bedo came to the hotel where Jerome Bonaparte was staying again, handed the note to Jerome Bonaparte, and revealed the conspiracy about the banquet to Bonaparte.

After listening to Alfondo Bedo's words, Jerome Bonaparte's heart felt like it was on a roller coaster.

After all, I still underestimated Thiers, an insidious politician, even though he had a "gentleman's agreement" with him, Thiers still did not hesitate to attack his "ally".

The name Thiers was already on the list of "must kill" in Jerome Bonaparte's heart.

"I hope you don't resent the Marshal. The Marshal has no other choice! In the end, we still have to follow Paris' command!" Alfondo Bedo excused Bijo in front of Jerome Bonaparte.

"Bi Ruo Marshal can tell me this news is sincere and trustworthy, I believe Marshal is a man!"

Jerome Bonaparte put on a "broad-minded" look. He knew that Marshal Bijot would not live long, and a cholera in Lyon next year could kill Bijou, so why should he die with the same checkmate? people compete.

His opponent is always in Paris.