Flowers, Swords and France

When Viscount Dillion arrived at the military camp, General Fierle was still in a meeting with his senior officers. The meeting had lasted for several hours, and there was still no result. . Upon hearing the news of the Viscount's visit, the general interrupted the meeting and ordered someone to welcome the Viscount in.

Everyone knows that the Dillion family is a favorite in the court, with high power and great influence. Even in this situation, this courtier should be respected.

As soon as he came in, the Viscount was stimulated by the strong smell of smoke and alcohol and frowned slightly. Then, he understood in his heart how anxious and at a loss these officers were at the moment.

He had just sat down, and the general, with a yellow beard, scattered eyes and bloodshot eyes, asked him directly.

"Mr. Dillion, long time no see. You came directly from the palace, right? Is there any latest news from the palace? How is His Majesty now?"

Although he pretended to be calm on the surface, the general was actually a little uneasy in his heart - because he had not taken any action after receiving the order from the palace for so long, and he was deeply afraid that this courtier was here to reprimand him on the king's order, so he was preparing excuses for himself when he spoke.

Who knew that Viscount Dillion's answer was completely beyond his expectations.

"General, there will be no His Majesty the King soon, and the dynasty is over." The Viscount came straight to the point, as if he didn't know how rebellious his words were, "And I, I didn't come here to prolong its already pitifully short life. On the contrary, I came here to find you a way to escape from the sinking ship..."

"What!" The Viscount's words made the general and other officers gasp, not only because of these words, but also because of the identity of the person who spoke.

Even the close courtiers of His Majesty the King said so? This dynasty is really going to end! He suddenly felt fortunate that he had made the decision to wait and see.

He stared at the Viscount blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment. The other officers were also speechless, sitting there, obviously wanting the general to make the decision alone.

"General, we have no time to waste now, so I won't beat around the bush." ​​The Viscount's tone was still so calm, but his face was extremely solemn, "I know that a court envoy has come here before, ordering you to march into Paris as soon as possible to disperse the mob. I hope you don't accept this order."

"But..." The general looked at the Viscount hesitantly, his eyes flickering, and he was obviously completely undecided.

"The future and lives of tens of thousands of people are in your hands. Do you want to squander the lives of these good young people for a doomed stupid act and someone's illegally obtained throne? This is meaningless! Even if you can bear to squander the lives of these young people, don't you want to think about yourself? Don't forget..." Viscount Dillion continued to persuade, "If you choose to be the butcher of His Majesty the King today, when he falls in the future, it will not be just him who will be held accountable..."

This guy has the nerve to say "illegally obtained throne"! Wasn't the Dillion family one of the fastest people to surrender to the king eighteen years ago! The general couldn't help but despise the viscount's behavior in his heart.

However, contempt is contempt, what he said is reasonable, this dynasty is about to be difficult to hold on, what is the point of my being so active? The general thought to himself.

"Are you going to be buried with His Majesty the King?" Viscount Dillion stared at the general and asked again.

However, he knew that if the general really thought so, he would have ordered the march long ago. Since he had hesitated for so long, the answer was obvious.

Without waiting for the general to answer, the viscount suddenly picked up a glass on the table and threw it to the ground.

"Bang!" The glass shattered with a loud noise.

With the loud noise, the door of the conference room was suddenly opened, and a large group of people rushed in.

Matilda followed her brother-in-law and a group of officers and broke in directly. The guards at the door had already been disarmed by them.

As soon as they came in, they gathered around Viscount Dillion without saying a word.

"Are you going to die with His Majesty the King?" The viscount asked again, and this time, he seemed more confident.

After seeing the number of officers and their expressions, the general understood in his heart - even if he really intended to remain loyal to King Louis Philippe, his troops would not be able to go to rescue the poor king, and they might even have to fight here first.

What is the point of this? Why kill each other for the king?

The general turned around and glanced at the officers on his side, and found that these people still looked depressed, and no one even took out their weapons, obviously tacitly agreeing with their actions.

This situation made the general no longer hesitate, he sighed and finally spoke.

"I order our troops to stay put and wait for the final result. We are loyal to any legal French government in the future... If anyone wants to go, then take your own soldiers and go!" After a pause, he added another sentence, as if to cover up his own words, "Once the troops leave the barracks, anything they do next has nothing to do with me..."

After all, he was not interested in dying for this dynasty that seemed to be doomed, but he was not determined to help push it, so he had to make this compromise decision. After all, even the family of the Minister of Seals, who was deeply favored by the king, was planning to betray him, so why should he continue to be loyal to him?

The general's final statement made the group of young officers cheer, and passion burned in their eyes. They couldn't wait to join this frenzy.

Viscount Dillion also smiled. Although it was not the most ideal result, it was already very good to be able to strive for the current result.

"You have made a very wise decision." He bowed to the general, his demeanor and etiquette were still meticulous.

He still had many places to go and a lot of work to do.

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When Lucien and others left the conference room, it was almost dark.

His troops were still gathered there, waiting for further orders. Since they had been gathered here for a long time, from sergeants to soldiers, they were obviously a little impatient.

However, the usual strict training and obedience to their superiors made them not complain.

"All stand at attention!"

At the shouting of the officers, the soldiers quickly stood up from their resting places, and then stood in line again according to the long-term training.

Lucien walked to the front and looked at the group of soldiers steadily. This is his army, his soldiers, and the people he has obligations to.

He stood there, looking at the group of people, without speaking. There were several officers under his command holding torches next to him, and the flickering flames made Lucien's expression constantly change under the shadows. He was in neat uniform, dignified, and his brass buttons shone with blazing light, which made people stand in awe.

The soldiers looked at each other, each in doubt, and some whispered something.

Enough, we must start.

He took a deep breath.

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Let's get started!

He stared at the soldiers.

"Brothers, I believe you already know what has happened in Paris now."

"Some people would call it **, but I won't do that..." He continued, his eyes sweeping over each soldier, "In my opinion, this is the venting of the people's anger, and the people's judgment on Louis-Philippe's rule!"

"At this moment, many troops have entered the city, intending to suppress the people for this king." A series of surprised and even horrified eyes focused on Lucien, but he seemed unaware. "But we are determined not to shoot at the people. Not only that, we are determined to join the people and help them overthrow this despicable king." Lucien ignored the suppressed exclamations and continued to shout loudly. "Yes, we. I am not the only one who made this decision. I have many like-minded companions. Our love for the motherland made us make this decision. You all know what kind of life the French people are living now. If a king cannot make his people live a good life, then what is the meaning of his existence? He should be overthrown! I don't think this is a crime or a rebellion. We are just loyal to the country. If anyone says this is a crime, then our only crime is that we love this motherland too much and can't bear to see her suffer humiliation! Look Now, our poor motherland, what has she become now? She must kneel before foreign bayonets and beg carefully for some scraps; everything she cherishes and everything she has built has been trampled on; she is no longer able to defend even her own people!

Now, we have a chance, we can wash away the dust that has unfortunately covered her, and we can make her once again the France with ideals and swords in hand! The fate of this country is in our hands, I ask you not to abandon your motherland! "

He looked at the soldiers again, with great determination in his eyes.

"I am not a politician, I can't say too many beautiful words, here I just ask you, ask you to follow us and overthrow the king!"

Then, he stopped talking and continued to stare at each of his soldiers.

The agitation gradually sounded, and then gradually subsided. The long-accumulated resentment against the king and the dynasty, and the blind obedience to officers cultivated in the hearts of the soldiers by strict training, finally prevailed.

"Does anyone have a different opinion?"

Even if someone has objections, they certainly dare not say it in this situation.

"Very good... I thank you for her!" Lucien bowed and saluted his soldiers.

Then, he drew his command knife from the sheath, raised it suddenly, waved it heavily, and pointed it forward.

"For the motherland, forward!"

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"For the motherland, forward!"

The shouts echoed throughout the barracks, and several other officers who shared his aspirations also completed their mobilizations. Several troops stepped out of the barracks and headed for Paris without hesitation.

The road ahead was clear. (To be continued.)