Valkyrie Europa

Chapter 125
There were still sporadic resistance in the city of Paris, but under the suppression of the revolutionary army of the brigade, those small waves were quickly calmed down.

The biggest resistance comes from the Petit Palais. There are many palaces in Paris, but generally only the big and small palaces are used for the residence of His Majesty the Emperor. The Petit Palace became the residence of the new emperor.

Most of the diehard royalists or aristocrats who supported the Holy See are now in the Little Palace, relying on the relatively strong and tall palace walls to carry out tenacious resistance.

The revolutionary army gathered one after another, gathering more and more, and completely surrounded the small palace.

A female general in white light armor rode a horse and stood under the palace wall. Facing the faces full of fear, determination, madness, and despair on the wall, she aroused her inner strength and said loudly: "Patriarch Richelieu Are you with Joan of Arc, Marshal Napoleon has something to say to you!"

However, after repeating it three times in a row, there was still no response from the palace wall.

"Attack!" the great marshal gave the order.

As soon as the words fell, seven or eight martial arts masters leaped out. Their whole bodies were boiling with internal energy, and they swung heavy weapons out of thin air, blasting out countless waves of unparalleled power.

Cracks immediately appeared on the seemingly incomparably solid and gorgeous palace wall. As time went on, the cracks became more and more dense.

Finally, with a loud noise of "Wow!", a large section of the palace wall was smashed to pieces.

As soon as the military flag was pointed, countless masters and soldiers of the revolutionary army rushed towards the gap and crowded into the palace.

Immediately behind the palace wall was the sound of shouts of killing. It was the dying counterattack of the revolutionary army who was fighting the royalists in the palace.

After a while, the palace became quiet.A few people who were tied up, their hair disheveled, and in a state of distress were taken under the commander's horse.

They struggled fiercely one by one, and the leading middle-aged man writhed crazily, making whimpering sounds from his gagged mouth. His luxurious and bright dress became terribly stained in the mud. On his fair skin, veins bulged with the struggle, and his eyes were full of pleading and despair.

Marshal Napoleon made a gesture, and someone immediately stepped forward and took out the cloth ball from his mouth.

"Don't kill me! Don't kill me! I will be obedient in the future, and I will obey you in everything!" The middle-aged man begged for mercy immediately.

"Where are Richelieu and the saint? Are they not in the palace?" Marshal Napoleon asked lightly.

"I don't know, I don't know, I saw them coming yesterday, and then overnight, the people of the Holy See disappeared. What priests, priests, none of them disappeared, I have been sending people to look for them, But I searched the whole city, but I couldn’t find it. I didn’t want to fight against you, those orders to send troops were given by the people of the Holy See, it’s none of my business, don’t kill me!” The middle-aged man still Constantly begging for mercy.

"Oh? Did you really run away? It seems that the prepared backhand is useless. No wonder the resistance is so weak." The marshal on the horse muttered to himself.

Looking at the poor creature lying on the ground begging for mercy, he asked again: "Louis, have you been happy as the emperor this year?"

"Ah, I, I, I'm not happy, I'm not happy at all, it's all the orders of the Holy See, it's all the orders of that old Richelieu, I'm just a puppet, those are not what we mean, Marshal Napoleon, you Believe me, I will be obedient in the future and obey you in everything, please don't kill me!" The middle-aged man continued to howl.

"Louis, do you know why I didn't support your brother 18 years ago, but supported you?" The marshal asked again, condescendingly.

"Ah, this, this" the middle-aged man murmured, not knowing what to say.

"Your elder brother has no great talent and no ability, but his heart is higher than the sky. He likes to open his mouth to expand his territory, and he likes to talk nonsense, making promises that he can't keep. And I like to reuse those stupid people who are not as capable as him, but like to flatter, like to order everything in person, grasp it, and have too much desire to control, I have always disliked it."

After a pause, the marshal continued: "And you, this humble brother, I liked you very much from the beginning. Do you know why I like you?"

"I, I..." The middle-aged man was still tongue-tied, not knowing what to say.

"Because you are obedient. You like to follow your brother and be an inconspicuous follower. You have always had low self-esteem, you have never been assertive, and you have always been very obedient! If you come to power, then those plans I carefully prepared at the beginning, It can be implemented! We France may also become the number one power in the mainland! But! You are too obedient."

The marshal gradually showed anger on his face: "Eighteen years ago, you listened to your brother and revealed my plan! Let me fail! Let those passionate patriots die unjustly! And 18 years later, you Listen to the words of the Holy See! Betrayal of the country and seek glory! For this gang of gods! You let me have endless civil wars in France, which is unbearable! It is impossible to expel powerful enemies from the outside and appease the people from the inside!"

Taking a deep breath, the great marshal roared: "You are such a puppet! You are such a sinner! You are so obedient! Don't mind!"

With another wave of their hands, the sergeants dragged the struggling royalists and that damned wretch down to be publicly executed not far away at the Place de la Concorde.

Looking at those responders who were dragged away crying, Marshal Napoleon was silent for a long time.

At this time, a knight in armor stepped forward and knelt down on one knee: "Report to the Marshal, the damage suffered in the Little Palace is not serious, we are already repairing it, and you can officially enter the palace tonight!"

The generals and martial arts masters standing beside them also looked happy, and said one after another:

"After fighting for so long, I finally succeeded."

"Yeah, I thought there would be a bloody battle with the Holy See gang, but I didn't expect these cowards to escape."

"Marshal Napoleon's destiny belongs to him. Our revolutionary army is mighty. If they don't flee, what kind of waves can we turn over?"

"Enter the Imperial Palace today, and after a few days, the Marshal will be officially proclaimed emperor!"

"That's right, the emperor of France still needs you to be the marshal."

"Yeah, it's none other than our marshal. Look at that poor guy just now, is he worthy of being emperor?"

"Our great Marshal Napoleon, you rejected us in Marseilles last time. This time, we really won. Now you have no reason to refuse."

"No, I will not enter the palace now, nor will I become emperor. Alright, let's go, let's go out of the city, and we will stay in the barracks tonight!" The marshal's voice was like a basin of ice water, extinguishing everyone's enthusiasm.

But the marshal had turned his horse back, and they could only keep up.

"The British who are raging and invading on our land have not been driven away, and the chaos in various places has not been completely calmed down. I, our revolutionary army, still need to continue to fight! France now needs soldiers, not an emperor!" Marshal Napoleon is heroic The voice came from afar.

(End of this chapter)