War Palace and Knee Pillow, Austria’s Destiny

At this time, the surname Napoleon in France was a golden sign, and the results of the election were without any suspense. Louis Napoleon Bonaparte was elected with an overwhelming majority.

Napoleon's return to the French political stage immediately aroused vigilance from all parties, and Lamartine even publicly declared that the greatest enemy of the republic was back.

However, at this time, Lamartine no longer had the reputation of the same period in history, and not many people agreed with his statement. They only felt that this romantic poet was unfounded.

People such as Cavaignac, Roland, and Bilford regarded Louis Napoleon Bonaparte (later Napoleon III) as their biggest competitor.

To say that he was a competitor may be a bit flattering to the latter. Although Louis Bonaparte won the by-election, the number of votes he received was still less than one-tenth of Bilford's.

(Louis Bonaparte was a mockery of him by French politicians, and is also a common name in the historians. This title is temporarily used in the book.)

Louis Bonaparte also knew this, so he quickly published his research results in prison, "The Abolition of Poverty."

For France at this time, there was nothing more difficult to deal with than the thousands of poor people. The poverty of the people had reached an appalling level.

During the Orleans Dynasty, French workers had an annual salary of approximately 750 francs, and could receive an average of two francs per day. However, at this time, they could only receive five francs per week, and their wages dropped to one-third of the original amount.

The prices of most daily necessities have increased by more than 300%, and the prices of sugar and some condiments have even increased by more than 50 times.

In addition, big businessmen control the prices and channels of raw materials, small businessmen go bankrupt one after another, and the market is monopolized, causing prices to rise further.

The eradication of poverty was indeed the most urgent call in the hearts of the French people at this time, and Louis Bonaparte's reputation immediately rose.

All parties who felt threatened immediately joined forces, and they wanted to work together to nip this threat in the bud.

As a result, the issue of whether Louis Bonaparte was eligible for election once again became the focus of debate. However, surprisingly, the coalition of these forces still failed to succeed.

In the end, the Council of Five Hundred passed a resolution with a two-thirds majority, deciding to grant Louis Bonaparte French citizenship and the formal qualifications of a representative in the Parliament.

It was raining lightly on the streets of Paris at night. A man wearing a soft felt hat (or jazz hat) and a black trench coat opened the door and entered the bar.

Like most bars in the world at this time, it was noisy and smelly, and the smell of alcohol and tobacco was particularly pungent.

There is no shortage of drunkards, prostitutes, pickpockets, coquettish waiters, and brokers looking for information, but men seem to have no interest in these.

The brim of his hat was pulled down so low that his face could not be seen clearly. After entering the bar, he just found a deserted corner to sit down and ordered a glass of rum.

About three-quarters of an hour later, a middle-aged gentleman entered the bar, surrounded by people. The gentleman seemed to be an old acquaintance of the owner of the bar, and the two quickly started talking.

At this time, the man who had been sitting in the corner came over at some point. He was only a few meters away from the gentleman. He put his hand into his pocket.

However, the next second the man in the trench coat realized that he couldn't pull his hand out. He looked up and saw a man wearing clown makeup looking at him.

The man in the trench coat whispered.

"roll."

The clown man laughed.

"This is not London. It's July in France. It's too weird for you to dress like this."

"I want you to take care of it"

Before the man in the trench coat finished speaking, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen that made him widen his eyes.

At some point, a dagger was inserted into his abdomen. The dagger was repeatedly inserted and pulled back and forth in his abdomen, but he could not say a word.

Finally, the clown man let go of the windbreaker man's hand, and the former showed the latter the bloody dagger in his hand.

Following two rapid shakings, there was a sound.

"Da la la throat~!"

The dagger actually disappeared from the clown's hand, but the man in the trench coat did not see the final performance. He was already in shock due to excessive blood loss.

There is another unclaimed body on the streets of Paris at night

The next day Louis Napoleon renounced his qualifications as a parliamentary representative.

"I am very happy that I can be elected as a member of Parliament for the four departments of Paris, Jonnes, Corsica and Bas-Cherente. This is a reward for my thirty years of exile and six years in prison.

I want order, I want to maintain a virtuous, great, free republic. If my election adds to the chaos, it is counterproductive.

I hereby announce my resignation, hoping that France will be prosperous and strong, and that peace will soon come. At that time, please allow me to return to France as a citizen and as a person most loyal to my country. "

Louis Napoleon knew very well that the assassination of himself would not end, and if the identity of a parliamentarian could not protect him at all, he might as well give up.

Of course, he won't really give up. He is leaving temporarily in order to return better.

To be honest, Franz actually admired Napoleon III for this. He really could afford it and let it go, unlike some people who could never live without power once they had a taste of it.

After hearing that Louis Napoleon had left Paris, before Bilford could breathe a sigh of relief, urgent news came from the front line that the prisoners released by the German allied forces mutinied.

The defeated soldiers held up the waste paper in Bilford's mouth and refused to continue participating in the war against the Austrian Empire. The military police did not care so much. They regarded these people as deserters, and from time to time they would fight with fists and kicks.

"You cowards! Why don't you dare to fight against the Germans if you have both hands and feet? Are you still French?"

Betra, the military police commander responsible for monitoring the defeated soldiers, asked while chewing on an apple. He enjoyed the feeling of occupying the moral high ground and reprimanding others, and even more liked the way those people cried and admitted their mistakes to themselves.

Betra approached the defeated soldiers and scanned the crowd, specifically looking for a soldier who looked thin and young, and who did not dare to look at her.

Betra rounded his arms and slapped him hard. The thin soldier was knocked to the ground on the spot, and then he stepped on the opponent's chest.

"The motherland gives you honor and responsibility! And you repay him with failure?"

Betra threw the remaining apple hard on the soldier's face and said with her chin raised high.

"Listen, you cowards! The Germans are trampling on our land and massacring our people! But you chose to surrender!

I despise every one of you! You are a disgrace to France! You don't deserve to live at all! Not worthy of being a Frenchman! "

After saying that, Betra kicked the soldier's flank twice hard. The soldier's face was distorted due to the severe pain, and tears flowed out unconsciously.

An imperceptible smile flashed across the corner of Betra's mouth. He felt that the heat was enough, so he picked up the soldier and asked fiercely.

"Why are you crying?"

The soldier was obviously frightened and even stuttered for a moment.

"Is it because of fear? Or because of regret?"

Although Betra's tone in the first half of the sentence is still cold, the second half of the sentence gives people a feeling of spring breeze.

"Because of regret."

Betra nodded with satisfaction, and then asked in a seductive manner.

"Is it because I failed to turn the tide on the battlefield? Is it because I failed to win glory for my motherland and my family? Is it because I was a prisoner?"

In Betra's memory, the next soldier would definitely nod in recognition, and then all he had to do was pat the other person on the shoulder and say a few words of encouragement and appreciation, and the other person would definitely work for him wholeheartedly.

The other soldiers will definitely imitate the defeated soldier and cry and confess to themselves.

After this education, he will also admire him as the gendarmerie commander, and then Betra will select some of the most loyal and brave soldiers to join his gendarmerie.

The soldier was choked with sobs and wanted to say something, and Betra deliberately leaned his ear towards him in a show of affection. This was a great opportunity to show his concern for the soldier.

But Betra never expected that the thin and seemingly incompetent soldier would suddenly rise up and bite his ear.

"My ears!"

Betra pushed the soldier away, but her ear was torn off completely.

The soldier spit out the bloody ear in his mouth on the ground, stamped it hard and said.

"I hate it so much! I hate why we have to put down our weapons, otherwise I could have killed you just now! Are we cowards?

While we were fighting bloody battles with the German Allied Forces on the battlefield, you were still on the bed fucking women! Have you ever tried to hide in the ruins and be bombarded by German artillery for more than ten days? Have you seen the war beast in the German sky?

I have seen!

My family has long since starved to death! I starved to death as soon as I left them! Such a country! Such a government! Who am I for? For you arrogant worms? .”

"Shoot! What the hell are you doing standing still?"

Betra cursed as soon as she ran away.

Only then did the military policemen on the side react and raised their guns to shoot at the defeated soldier.

The defeated soldier was shot more than a dozen times and wanted to say something else, but blood bubbles blocked his throat and he could only fall down unwillingly.

But there were many people who had the same idea as the thin defeated soldier, and an officer of the defeated soldier immediately shouted.

"No matter what, we will die! We will not betray our oath even if we die! We must at least die with dignity! Let's fight them!"

"Fight!"

"Kill!"

The defeated soldiers immediately pounced on the nearest military policeman. These people had seen blood, and Franz did not deliberately break up their formation.

In other words, these defeated soldiers who had seen blood still had a relatively complete organizational structure. Seeing someone taking the lead and a familiar commander, the defeated soldiers burst out with amazing combat effectiveness.

As for the military police, it was over. They never thought that the army would mutiny collectively.

These military police had no problem picking up some fledgling recruits, or suppressing some panicked deserters, but at this time they were facing established veterans.