Flowers, Swords and France

As Charlotte expected, after the fierce exchange of fire lasted for an hour or two, the gunfire from the other side gradually became sparse, and it was obvious that the other side could no longer sustain such consumption. .

After seeing this situation, the attackers, led by the leading mercenary, slowly moved forward step by step. As mercenaries with combat experience, they certainly knew when to expand their advantage. The other attackers, encouraged by these leading professionals, also gained morale and pressed forward.

As the distance got closer, the numerical advantage of the attackers became more and more evident. Under the continuous and greatly improved accuracy of the bullets, the other side had less and less room to fight back, and it seemed that this small-scale battle was coming to an end.

After estimating that the distance was close enough, the leader of the mercenaries loudly ordered others to continue firing in sequence to suppress the counterattack of the other side, and then ordered his men to rush forward to resolve the battle.

His subordinates understood the leader's intention. With the increasingly sporadic counterattacks from the opposite side, the attackers got closer and closer to the low wall. Finally, with a loud shout, these professional criminals stepped onto the low wall and fought with the farmers with bayonets and rifle butts.

With a painful cry, the farmers gave up their simple positions and retreated to their farmhouses in the valley, leaving behind more than a dozen bodies.

"Good job!" Charlotte, who was watching the battle from behind, shouted excitedly, then she turned to look at the young man next to her with a smile on her face, "Charles, we are going to drive away those thieves! Everything here will return to the hands of our Treville family!"

Charles still looked at the battle in front of him, silent.

It seems that the Duke of Treville and his family of the Homecoming Corps are about to achieve their plan and drive away the farmers who have infringed on their interests.

In the eyes of the Duke's family, this is just to restore their legitimate rights and interests, and they have a clear conscience, even if it means depriving a large group of people of their livelihoods.

This is not a special case, but a microcosm of this era. In this era, this kind of bloody plunder is not only common outside Europe, but also commonplace in Europe itself, in this so-called civilized world. It's nothing more than the plunderers no longer have blood on their hands, but wear white gloves on their hands, sitting in the beautiful mansions and swallowing countless wealth.

After all, isn't Charles himself accumulating huge wealth with peace of mind on the suffering of thousands of people? Isn't the plunder of bankers without leaving a trace of blood on their hands more terrible than the open weapons of the nobles?

In this era, as the great Balzac said, behind every huge wealth, there are unspeakable sins.

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Encouraged by the initial victory, the attackers continued to advance into the valley. They were numerous and well-equipped with ammunition, and victory was in sight.

Finally, after fighting until they ran out of ammunition and food, causing a lot of losses to the attackers, the remaining young and strong farmers chose to surrender. They knew that it was meaningless to continue to resist, and it might also affect the elderly, children, women and children.

After the leader shouted the decision to surrender, the commander of the mercenaries, according to the prior arrangement, directly ordered them to give up resistance immediately, throw their weapons on the ground, and then gather in the open space at the entrance of the valley, otherwise they would not accept their surrender.

After a while, these farmers slowly walked out of the fence of the farmhouse, which was the last position, with hateful eyes. They were exhausted and covered with dust on their faces. Some of them had wounds that were simply bandaged. They walked out together with the help of others. They all glared at the enemies on the opposite side, and their eyes seemed to be about to spit fire. However, after coming out, they still obediently threw their weapons on the ground and walked to the entrance of the valley.

Behind them, a group of tearful women and trembling children walked into the open space with fear and helplessness. This small-scale battle, which was still a matter of life and death for them, came to an end.

Seeing that the situation was settled, the noble lady who looked like she walked out of a painting walked in front of them again, surrounded by a group of guards. She still had a smile on her face, as if she was just on a spring outing.

"You know how to face reality now? No longer fantasize about hiding on my land and digging for food as shamelessly as before? If you had cooperated like this from the beginning, why would you have to endure this hardship?" She looked at the group of people in front of her with a little sarcasm, "Now, you will pay the price for your reckless behavior over the years! Listen to me! I said that if you dare to resist, I will burn your nests to ashes one by one! Originally, you could still take some belongings away, but now... you can't take anything away!"

Her arrogant declaration, as expected, caused a stir on the opposite side. The women wept secretly, and the children who could understand her words burst into tears. The men bit their lips tightly, said nothing, and looked at her with hatred, as if they wanted to burn her clean with their eyes.

However, until now, no one has begged for mercy, as if they already knew that begging was completely useless.

I am afraid that in the eyes of the group of farmers opposite, this young lady Charlotte is like the legendary mermaid, both beautiful and cruel?

"Just wait! You incarnation of the devil!" A gritting curse sounded from the crowd. "You will be punished, God will never forgive you devils!"

This curse quickly ignited the crowd, and various scoldings sounded one after another, and finally gathered into a collective curse.

After hearing these curses one after another, Charlotte's face gradually turned pale. The anger made her smile fade a little, and the pride hidden deep in her blood made her even more angry.

"You thieves are simply lawless!" She glared at the large group of people in front of her and shouted loudly, "Do you feel wronged? It's ridiculous!

All along, we have suffered losses, and you have taken advantage! Who allowed you to run to my family's property and occupy my land so openly? Who allowed you to steal things from my orchard and woodland whenever you have the chance? Don't you know who this belongs to? You all know!

You just think you can get more and more, relying on the fact that you have been here, you can do whatever you want, so you try every means to take advantage of my family! Now, after taking advantage of so many years, shouldn't you pay the price?

You all know that the property here is ours, passed down from my ancestors, and returned with the approval of His Majesty the King. , the property rights are completely in our hands! If you are not satisfied, you can go to court in the future. As long as you can win the case, I will return all the land to you! If you can do it, just try it!

At this point, you thieves still dare to curse me with confidence? How many years have we tolerated you? At that time, we had to swallow our anger because of the situation. Do you think you can really do lawless? I tell you, we have had enough so far and don’t intend to waste time with you, and that damn Orleans family has gone away! Now no one wants to talk to you about harmonious coexistence! You all disappear quickly, the farther the better! "

After finishing this call, she ignored the continuous curses from the other side and turned her eyes away, as if she didn’t intend to say another word to this group of farmers.

"Charles, let's go back." She held Charles' hand, with a smile from the bottom of her heart on her face, "We have taken back the entire manor... In the future, we can make this place as beautiful as in fairy tales!"

The princes and princesses in fairy tales also live in such castles and manors. Although every story mentions "they lived happily ever after", there are indeed very few fairy tales that tell how these castles and manors were built and maintained in the long Middle Ages.

"So..." Charles pointed to the peasants behind her, "What are you going to do with them later?"

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"Is there any need to say that?" Charlotte was a little surprised by his question, "Of course, drive them all away? Can I kill them all?"

Although she despised and hated these people's identities and ignorance of the times from the bottom of her heart, she couldn't actually kill all the old, young, women and children here one by one - let alone others. She believed that she had no guilt in driving away a group of rioters who had occupied her land, and she would also be praised by other nobles; but if she killed hundreds of people regardless of age, gender, and children, it would be a horrific atrocity.

"No, that's not what I meant..." Charles was a little ashamed of her misunderstanding, "Then do you really want to burn down all their houses?"

"Didn't I say that before?" Charlotte frowned slightly, "Since they dared to resist, they must pay the price."

"Charlotte, forget it, now that they have surrendered, let them take their belongings away..." Charles whispered, "We have left them with nothing, so what if we let them leave here with their belongings? Do we still need those things?"

Charlotte looked at Charles, her eyes full of confusion, and then a hint of complaint rose in her eyes.

"Charles, this will be our home and our manor in the future? Don't you understand? Why do you always act as if it has nothing to do with you? I am making plans for our home!"

"Of course, of course." Charles smiled flatteringly. Of course, he didn't dare to refute at this time, "Of course I understand."

Then he gently took Charlotte's hand and stared at Charlotte.

"It is precisely because I understand that I don't want our future home to have so many wailing buried from the beginning. Listen to me, let me handle the end..." He held back the complaints in his heart and said these words affectionately.

The word "our home" from Charles' mouth seemed to have a great impact on Charlotte. She stood there for a moment before she regained consciousness.

"So many people are watching!" Charlotte scolded him in a low voice and shook his hand away.

Then, she turned her face away with a look of anger and joy.

"Okay, okay, whatever you want!"

In the situation where the French Second Republic wants to realize the first election of the head of state on the European continent, this group of people who are about to become refugees are worth using. (To be continued.) (To be continued.)