Flowers, Swords and France

When studying this period of history in the previous life, a young man who did not know that he would experience the miracle of time travel once considered a question with great interest.

What was that man doing during those days of fierce fighting?

Did you leave this city to take refuge before the war broke out? Or stay in the city? Is it cheering in the army? Or do the rebels feel sorry for themselves?

Now, the young man finally has his answer.

The man didn't leave, he just stood high and watched all of this quietly without showing any emotion.

It was already evening, but the hustle and bustle of the entire city still continued, and the sound of gunfire and fighting still shook the sky. The fires ignited everywhere, and the red clouds on the horizon actually spread together, as if the raging fire had burned into the sky.

Louis Bonaparte stood on the roof of the building, holding a telescope and looking at the battlefield in the distance. There was no expression on his face, and he just looked into the distance quietly. The evening wind made his clothes tremble slightly, but he stood tall on the top of the building, unmoved by any external objects.

Since he didn't speak, no one among the people next to him spoke loudly to break the silence. Some people were looking at the battlefield a few kilometers away with telescopes, while others were chatting in low voices.

Ciel also held a telescope and looked at the fierce battle in the distance.

Although the exchange of fire was fierce, in front of Ciel's eyes, the army of uniformed soldiers was still slowly advancing with an unstoppable pace, their victory. It was doomed from the start.

"Charles, what do you think of the current situation?" After a long silence, Louis Bonaparte suddenly asked.

Although Ciel didn't hear clearly for a while. But he soon came to his senses. "Does it mean a war situation?"

Louis Bonaparte still looked into the distance, noncommittal.

"I think the resistance of those people is very tenacious, but this tenacity alone cannot bring victory." Because he did not understand Louis Bonaparte's attitude, Charles chose the more neutral term "those people" to describe , "After all, the contrast in strength is too great. If nothing unexpected happens, their resistance will be completely subdued within two or three days..."

"...You are right." The future emperor nodded slightly. "Although he is tenacious, it is useless."

Then, he said something that seemed to mean something. "In this country, unless you have an army, just like those people, no matter how stubborn you are, it is useless. On the other hand...as long as you have an army, no one can stop you. Isn't it?"

"This is indeed the case." Charles immediately agreed with the other party's assertion. "The military is an unstoppable force."

This is the truth.

"This army is now united under General Cavaignac," Louis Bonaparte said with a hint of uncertainty in his tone. "Is it just these few days?"

Ciel was a little confused at first.

However, after thinking for a moment, he soon guessed it.

Although he did not say it directly, it was obvious that Louis Bonaparte was concerned about the attitude of the army. After he saw the army in action under the command of General Cavaignac. In his heart, he was already afraid of General Cavaignac's ability to control the army - he did not want this general to directly overturn the table and launch a coup like his uncle did. Let all his plans come to nothing.

When the army actually took action, its power was so terrifying that it was no wonder that he felt a little panicked.

When he thought of this, Ciel felt that he needed to encourage his master.

"The enemy in the eyes of the army is the mob, not Napoleon's nephew." He replied in a low voice, and the meaning was equally obscure.

However, Louis Bonaparte certainly understood what Charles was referring to. At least, that was the encouragement he wanted to hear.

"That's right." He nodded, as if he had received some comfort. "There is already a Bonaparte. They no longer need a Cavaignac. I will let them support me, so I can give All of them!"

Bonaparte.

A brilliant surname, and also the greatest asset of Louis Bonaparte and even the Bonaparte family.

This surname can bring him so many things. Without the halo brought by this surname, how could he shoulder the expectations of the whole country? Without the aura brought by this surname, how could he get the support of the army? How could it be possible to rebuild the Second Empire?

However, despite his surname Bonaparte, the nephew of Emperor Napoleon did not have much military talent.

Except for participating in several unsuccessful rebellions by the Carbonari Party, he did not go to the battlefield in his youth, let alone receive a systematic military education, and he had little opportunity to receive supplementary lessons as an adult.

After becoming the emperor, his obsession with military affairs was as obvious and serious as that of a layman. He liked to follow the army to command wars, but he fought poorly. In 1859, against the old and decaying Austrian Empire and the famously incompetent Emperor Franz Joseph, he was at least able to win despite being an amateur; but in 1870, as an amateur, he used his wrong decisions and blind commands to defeat the enemy. , brought a nightmare and disaster to France, and it will be difficult for it to climb out of this disaster for a century.

Of course, such an emperor can only say to the army, "I can give them everything!"

If it were the emperor back then, he would probably say, "I can get everything with them!", right?

A thought suddenly flashed through Charles's mind.

Of course, he soon suppressed this dangerous thought to the deepest part of his heart.

"Bang!"

Suddenly there was a loud noise, so loud that the whole earth seemed to tremble.

"What's wrong? What happened?" someone next to him asked.

"Nothing, the army probably started shelling!" Carlyon immediately replied loudly, "I have been in the army before. It sounds like the army is probably bombarding a certain stronghold with heavy howitzers! Look at this movement, ha, The army has made use of big guys!”

After hearing Karion's explanation. Louis Bonaparte quickly picked up the telescope and looked into the distance.

"Well, you're right, they're blasting with artillery right now!"

Then he stopped talking and looked ahead quietly. Charles and others also quickly picked up the binoculars and looked over.

It seemed that the army was attacking a stronghold occupied by the rebels. The commander moved the artillery over and continued to bombard the target. And its target obviously couldn't withstand this kind of blow - under the bombardment of the howitzer. Large pieces of debris were constantly being forcibly separated from the walls, thrown into the air and then fell heavily to the ground. It looked like these houses were already crumbling.

really. Not long after, a house collapsed with a loud noise. In addition to the noise, dust and smoke also drifted away. Then it kept rushing towards the sky. Another pillar of smoke reaching into the sky was added to the city.

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Then, a large number of sergeants walked in an orderly queue towards the bombed ruins. It seemed that the commander felt that the time had come and ordered his troops to occupy the original fortifications.

The blue ocean just covered another block, leaving less and less area for the insurrectionists.

What was he thinking at this time?

Even though he has been in this world for more than twenty years, Ciel can't help but be curious about the person who left his name in history.

He glanced furtively at Louis Bonaparte. He seemed to be trying to find something out of that expressionless face.

However, he had not yet guessed the future emperor's thoughts. The man took the initiative to speak again, and it was from an aspect that Ciel had never thought of.

"Those cannons are so inconvenient."

Charles withdrew his gaze again and found that the soldiers had folded the gun mounts and were moving the howitzers, as if they were planning to take them to bombard new targets. Because these cannons were too heavy, their movement speed was very slow.

"There's nothing we can do about it." Karion replied jokingly, "If the cannon is small, it won't be powerful. It won't be able to blast through those concrete houses..."

"We will have to develop a kind of artillery in the future that combines lightness and power," Louis Bonaparte said with an unquestionable air. "Such a cannon will allow our artillery to directly attack Double it!”

"That's right! It would be awesome if it could be done!" Carion quickly agreed with a smile, "When I was a soldier, I was worried about those artillerymen! If they can really get this kind of artillery, our marching speed can be Come on soon!"

"They will."

It was worked out later, Ciel answered silently in his heart.

[After he ascended the throne, in order to innovate artillery equipment and simplify logistical difficulties, Emperor Napoleon III authorized the invention of a new type of light twelve-pound cannon. This light twelve-pound cannon was modified and mounted on the French eight-pounder On the ordinary mount of the cannon.

Compared with the cannons originally used by the French army, it was lighter, more powerful, and extremely simple to manufacture and use. After its advent, it was used and copied by the French army and other armies, and became popular for a while.

However, amid the rapid advancement and changes in military technology in the 19th century, this bronze smoothbore cannon was quickly replaced by the lighter cast iron rifled cannon. In the Franco-Prussian War, Prussia's advantage lay in its speed of mobilization and its large number of new rifled guns, and it ultimately won the victory.

On the other hand, the Americans copied a large number of this cannon and used it extensively in the Civil War. They also called this cannon "Napoleonic cannon" because of Emperor Napoleon III.

Louis Bonaparte suddenly stopped looking at the battlefield. He turned back and glanced at everyone's face.

"Have you seen it? How important is this army?!" He stretched out his hand and pointed to the distant battlefield, "We must not let it fall into the hands of others, do you understand?!" (To be continued. . )

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