Flowers, Swords and France

It was already early in the morning, and there was no starlight in the dark sky. Everything was shrouded in bottomless darkness. But around the Bourbon Palace, there was a large group of uniformed soldiers holding torches, lighting up the area as bright as day.

Along both sides of the Bourbon Palace, two groups of soldiers faced each other with guns. They stood at a short distance and clearly separated. The flickering light of the torches made their faces turn a little yellow. They cooperated again. The expression on his face as if he was facing a formidable enemy always gave off a sinister and terrifying aura.

The number of soldiers guarding the Bourbon Palace was obviously much smaller than that of the attackers, so they were much more uneasy, and many people obviously had the idea of ​​​​escape. But their commander, Major Viato de Moulin, walked to the forefront calmly and calmly.

"Sir... these people claim to have been ordered to take over here... what should we do?" The sergeant major wiped the sweat from his face and asked in a low voice next to the major. "They have bad intentions. I'm afraid... I'm afraid..."

"I'm afraid the coup has already occurred." The major replied in a low voice, and then looked at Lucien opposite with a calm and slightly wary look. "This country was hit hard while it was still asleep."

The sergeant major opened his eyes slightly, as if he didn't understand why his commander was still so calm at this moment.

"Yes... that's right. The president must have launched a coup!" After a moment, he nodded reluctantly, "Sir, what should we do now? Resist or obey?"

"Do you want to die?" the major asked bluntly.

The sergeant major was suddenly speechless and hesitated not knowing how to answer.

He definitely doesn't want to die, but if the commander orders him to resist. He could only bite the bullet and resist - because this was the kind of training he had received since entering the army.

To his great joy. As if he knew what he was thinking, the young major patted him lightly on the shoulder. "Well, friend, if I don't even want to die, who can I count on?"

Then, he raised his head and shouted directly to the opposite side.

"I already know your purpose of coming! I am Major Viato de Moulin, the commander of the garrison. Who is your commander? I want to negotiate with him!"

After hearing the shouting from the other side, Lucien frowned slightly.

Just now. He originally wanted to directly order an assault on the Bourbon Palace, but the commander on the opposite side suddenly ran out, once again giving him hope of calmly solving the situation.

But on the other hand, time was very tight and he couldn't afford to spend too much time here.

After pondering for a moment, he finally made up his mind.

"I am their commander. If you have anything to say, tell me immediately! But first of all, you must stop resisting immediately, otherwise no matter what you say, the outcome will be the same!"

"Okay, I won't take you a few minutes." The major walked out from the gap between the soldiers, then ignored the jungle-like guns on the opposite side and walked straight over. Then he stood only a few meters away from Lucien, and then he recognized Lucien. He raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Oh! It's Major Leflair! I've heard of you!"

"Yes, it's me." Lucien responded calmly. "Although I don't know you, I have no ill intentions towards you. I don't want your soldiers to study abroad, so I hope you won't embarrass me and follow the orders of His Excellency the President."

If he had not known that Major Viator de Moulin was about the same age as himself through the information provided by Charles, he would have been shocked by such a young face.

The major came from a noble family, and previous generations had military experience. Because of his contribution in suppressing the mob in the June Revolution in 1848, he was identified as having a firm and clear political stance, so he was promoted. After a few years, with the help of an uncle who was a member of the National Assembly, he became the Bourbon Palace The leader of the guards.

However, Lucien did not expect that the other party would actually recognize him.

"Major, you don't have to be surprised. In fact, I have heard of your name a long time ago." A rather pleasant smile appeared on the major's face, and he spread his hands to indicate that he was not armed. "I see I very much agree with your many insightful comments about future wars.”

"Thank you. If I have time in the future, I will discuss this issue with you." Lucien did not appreciate it, "But now, you must obey the order I brought here. If you think delaying time is meaningful, then You are totally wrong, all the garrison troops are our supporters, at least they are neutrals, no one will work for the parliament!"

Such a straightforward reply made the major's face turn pale.

"You mean you want me to give up my position without a fight?"

"If you want this, I can fulfill your wish." Lucien replied loudly, "Either obey the order immediately, or go back to command the resistance!"

This kind of aristocratic habit might be regarded as elegance in normal interactions, but at this critical moment, it really made him a little impatient.

Such an unkind reply made the major silent for a moment. He understood that everything was irreversible.

Then he looked up at the group of troops in front of him who were facing a formidable enemy. They were all impatient and were obviously ready to attack at any time.

If there is a large group of foreign soldiers on the opposite side, he will choose to resist, even if the resistance results in his own death; but there are also French soldiers standing on the opposite side. Apart from losing his life in vain, what is the meaning of such a battle? ?

He turned again and looked at the roof of the Palais Bourbon.

Is this parliament worth dying for? Why fight a civil war over it?

In just a few years, it was not possible for army officers and soldiers like him to establish their loyalty to Parliament and the Republic.

Seeing that he was still hesitating, Lucien didn't want to talk nonsense to him and directly raised his hand.

If not for the political implications. He had already ordered his men to attack by force.

"preparation!"

The officers under him, who had already been eager to try, immediately shouted.

Seeing a firefight about to happen. Major Viator de Moulins finally made up his mind and licked his dry lips. Then he suddenly raised his hands.

"Don't shoot! We obey the order!" He shouted, then turned to look at his subordinates and immediately ordered, "Don't resist, obey the president's order!"

It is obviously shameful to retreat without a fight, but at least it can prevent one's subordinates from dying in this absurd and meaningless resistance.

Seeing the major speaking so harshly, the guards hesitated for a short period of time and then gradually lowered their muzzles.

"You should have been like this a long time ago." Seeing that the major finally faced reality, Lucien breathed a sigh of relief.

After all, he didn't want to actually fight his Army colleagues.

then. He made a gesture, signaling to his men to take over the Palais Bourbon as planned.

Under the witness of Major de Moulins and his men, Lucien and the soldiers he brought filed in, seized all the positions they originally occupied, and then disarmed them.

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Under careful planning in advance, the soldiers acted without any delay. They entered the Bourbon Palace without hesitation, and then set up roadblocks on the streets leading to the Bourbon Palace, and Lucien shouted to them Martial law was declared again. From daybreak, no one was allowed to approach the Palais de Bourbon without a warrant signed by General Saint-Arnaud, the Minister of War, or by Charles himself - and Parliament would naturally be adjourned.

Lucien stood in front of the gate and watched his soldiers carry out the orders in an orderly manner. Because the plan beforehand was thorough enough, at this time, he seemed to have become the most leisurely person.

He took out his pocket watch and looked at the time. It's only a quarter past two and everything is going well.

And this time. Major de Moulin, who had been relieved of all his duties, walked up to him full of embarrassment.

He handed his unsheathed command sword to Lucien.

"Take it, Mr. Leflair. I have surrendered to you." He said with some dejection, "I have given up my position."

"No, you keep this. You didn't surrender, you just obeyed the president's order." Lucien gently pushed his command knife back, "I didn't fight with you, you are still me. "

"It's great that you can say that..." the major sighed, and then looked up at the Bourbon Palace. "Hey, the president is one step ahead! From now on, we have to shout 'Long live the Emperor' again." 'Right? Although he may not be emperor so soon..."

His tone was awkward, but there was not much fear or fear, as if he didn't feel his position.

"I can't comment on this. I'm just following orders." Lucien hesitated for a moment, and then gave such a reply.

"Come on, is there anyone who doesn't know the president's wish?" The major smiled bitterly, then looked up at the sky, "He finally got it done! He is the emperor's nephew after all!"

"Will I be held accountable?" After a moment of silence, the major asked again, "After all, I blocked your way..."

"I don't think so. After all, you didn't choose to resist." Lucien hesitated for a moment, and then immediately replied, "At least I will suggest to the superiors that you not be held responsible for anything."

Even so, his future will definitely be affected. This is inevitable, and both of them know it in their hearts.

"In other words, I won't go to court-martial, but is my future over?" A trace of pain flashed in Major de Moulin's eyes. "Just because I was unfortunately in this position at this moment and couldn't help but be in this position? I didn't think about going against the president or anyone else."

Lucien was silent at first, but when the noise of the soldiers gradually subsided, he suddenly whispered an answer. "Many things in this world are beyond our control, and that's true for each of us."

This was what he was thinking - just a few years ago, how could Lucien, who was already in poverty, imagine that he would suddenly have everything he has now and embark on a prosperous career?

"In the face of fate, we are all so small..." Major de Moulin sighed again.

He has a good family background and has always had a smooth future, but to suddenly face such a misfortune is really frustrating.

"Okay, it's getting late. You should go and rest first." As if seeing his uneasiness and resentment, Lucien kindly asked him to rest.

"Major Leflair..." However, Major de Moulin suddenly raised his head and looked directly at Lucien.

, "What?"

"Maybe I will never have the chance to see you again after tonight, but please... please don't think I am a coward because I gave up the civil war with my comrades today!" As if because of the blood rushing up, the major's originally fair face flushed, and even his breathing became rapid, "I don't want to waste my life on such meaningless things, but this does not mean that I am afraid of fighting and dying!"

Under his passionate confession, Lucien was slightly stunned.

"So, are you willing to fight side by side with me? When fighting against foreign countries?"

"I am very happy!" Major de Moulin answered loudly.

"Well... then, see you on the battlefield!" Lucien gave a vague answer. (To be continued..)