Make France Great Again

December 20, 1848, 7:00 am.

The drizzle that lasted all day and night finally ended at 6 am on the 20th. The dark clouds over Paris dissipated and the sky began to clear.

Even though it is sunny in Paris in the middle of winter, you can still feel a bit of coolness piercing through the coat to the bone marrow. In order to resist the chill, the middle class and wealthy businessmen in Paris added a woolen lining to their dresses. This way you can add a touch of warmth while retaining the poise.

Since today is Thursday, the people of Paris have started another day of hard work.

As President Jerome Bonaparte who is about to rule Paris and even the whole of France, he is wearing a black tuxedo, wearing a Legion of Honor medal and a large shoulder strap standing by the window looking into the distance, and the direction he is looking at is exactly what he is about to visit The direction of the Palace of Bourbon.

Jerome Bonaparte, who had been gazing into the distance alone for a long time, rubbed his slightly sour eyes and turned to the desk. There was a piece of paper on the desk, which was filled with dense French. There is no time to rush to write an inaugural speech.

In order not to mess up his first inaugural speech, he spent the second half of the night reading the speech by heart.

Jerome Bonaparte, who had stayed up all night, was unavoidably a little sleepy, but right now was the most critical moment. Jerome Bonaparte had to go through all the procedures of the inauguration of the president with great energy.

Just like this, Jerome Bonaparte, who was sitting on the armchair, was fighting against the overwhelming drowsiness while waiting for the arrival of the inauguration carriage.

Jerome Bonaparte, whose eyelids were gradually sinking like a jack, finally couldn't hold back his drowsiness. Leaning on the chair, he fell into a haze that seemed to be half asleep.

Until there was a hasty knock and shout outside the door, Jerome Bonaparte, who was leaning on his chair, was awakened by this sudden movement.

Yawning, he glanced at the clock on the wall. It was already 2 o'clock in the afternoon. He immediately got up and opened the door. Outside the door, Pessini looked at Jerome Bonaparte with a decadent expression. He said, "Your Majesty, your inauguration ceremony is about to begin!"

"I see!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded in response.

The hotel owner following Persini easily brought the basin of warm water to Jerome Bonaparte and said enthusiastically, "Mr. President, it's time to wash up!"

"En!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, and simply wiped his face under the "serving" of Pessini.

The refreshed Jerome Bonaparte stood by the mirror and smoothed the folds of his cuffs, nodding in satisfaction: "Let's go!"

Jerome Bonaparte went downstairs with Persini.

At this time, the roads on both sides of the entrance of the Rhine Hotel were already full of people who came to watch the excitement.

The Parisians who had heard that the president was at the Hôtel de la Rhein hoped to meet the new French president. They had voted for Bonaparte.

The appearance of Jerome Bonaparte caused commotion among the residents on both sides of the road.

"Quiet!" Fleury, who was in charge of guarding Jerome Bonaparte's safety, shouted loudly, and then ordered the soldiers he had seconded from the Bourbon Palace to defend the president to maintain order.

Facing the soldiers with dangling bayonets, the residents recalled the massacre a few months ago, and they fell silent.

Soldiers soon opened a path for the same carriages.

Jerome Bonaparte standing on the steps looked at the people under the steps, from their eyes he saw curiosity, admiration... He cleared his throat, waved his hands and said: "I am Jerome Bonaparte Bonaparte is here to thank you for your support for me. Believe me, every vote you cast for me will bring you tens of millions of benefits! Please continue to support me, and I will bring you victory!"

"Long live Napoleon, we want Napoleon!"

The Bonapartists who were in the crowd immediately shouted.

"Long live Napoleon, we want Napoleon!"

The residents on both sides of the road also shouted, led by the Bonapartists.

Amid the cheers of the residents, Jerome Bonaparte got into the carriage that Fleury bought from Princess Lievan.

Pessini and Fleury also got on their horses one after the other, and the soldiers responsible for guarding the president's car were divided into two parts, and they defended Jerome Bonaparte's safety one after the other.

The carriage departed from the Rhine Hotel and arrived at the Bourbon Palace on the south bank of the Seine without hindrance.

At this moment, the Bourbon Palace was already surrounded by the troops of two regiments. Jerome Bonaparte, who was sitting in the carriage, learned from the soldiers surrounding the carriage that the soldiers of the two regiments stationed here were the first in Paris. The troops of the division, who were stationed here under the orders of the division commander Changarnier.

It seems that those guys in the Party of Order are also afraid of Cavaignac's mutiny, and now they even use the army.

Jerome Bonaparte drew a smile on the corner of his mouth and thought to himself.

Under the order of Jerome Bonaparte, the carriage did not continue to go in, but stopped at a place 300 meters away from the gate of the Bourbon Palace.

The soldiers stationed outside the Bourbon Palace all noticed the changes in front of them, and their curiosity drove them to look in the direction of Jerome Bonaparte.

Seeing Jerome Bonaparte getting off the car, Pessini and Fleury thought that something had happened, and they also got off their horses and came in front of Jerome Bonaparte.

"Your Majesty!" Fleury wanted to remind Jerome Bonaparte that the time for his inaugural speech was coming soon.

"Don't worry! We still have a lot of time to complete the last distance!" Jerome Bonaparte raised his hand to stop Fleury, and he decided to complete the last distance on foot.

Persini and Fleury looked at each other with helpless expressions.

Jerome Bonaparte, who came to the soldiers slowly, imitated the tone of his uncle Napoleon that he had learned from his father, and said confidently: "Soldiers of the Republic, you have worked hard! You are the heroes of the Republic!"

Jerome Bonaparte praised the soldiers present without hesitation. It was the first time that the soldiers who heard someone praise them couldn't help but tremble.

hero? What an ancient word, so old that they only heard it in the mouths of their fathers!

There was a trace of fanaticism in the soldiers' eyes. In their eyes, Jerome Bonaparte was no longer a person, but a year and a symbol.

The emperor's nephew is back, and so is the glory of the army! !

Jerome Bonaparte, who gave the army a strong dose of medicine, once again pursued the victory and stepped forward to hold the hand of an officer.

The officer held by Jerome Bonaparte also showed an excited expression: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... I..."

"Do it well! Glory, medals, I have everything you want here!" Jerome Bonaparte did not wait for the officer to finish speaking, and opened his mouth to promise.

The officer swallowed what he wanted to say, Jerome Bonaparte brought the officer's hand, and shook the next officer again.

The officers whose hands were held showed an excited expression at every step, and even spoke a little awkwardly.

As for Cavaignac's promotion, they had long forgotten about it.

Military spirit is available!