Flowers, Swords and France

After the morning training, Lucien Leflair ordered his company to return to the military camp. After once again reminding the soldiers to remember to clean the gun barrels, he ordered the team to be disbanded.

After taking out his pocket watch and checking the time, Lucien felt that it was still early, so he walked into the officers' club and planned to take a rest.

Since it was already afternoon, many officers were already resting inside. They were either chatting or drinking, and some even gathered around to play cards, creating a busy atmosphere. As soon as they saw him coming in, many people nodded and continued to do their own things. This new officer in the regiment was indeed quite popular.

After Lucien sat down, he asked for some brandy and drank it by himself in order to relieve the fatigue from before.

He had just been drunk until his mind was a little drowsy, when he was shocked to feel that his shoulder was tapped lightly.

"Man, I had a lot of fun drinking today!" Just as Lucien reacted, a brisk greeting rang in his ears.

Lucien turned around and saw that it was Lieutenant Tulay. He is a company commander in another battalion in the regiment, a young officer with a dark face and a mustache, and he usually has a good time with him.

"Ah, not bad!" Lucien nodded quickly, and then asked the other party to sit across from him, "I invited him to drink today, come on!"

If it were normal, Lieutenant Tulay would have picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, but today he looked a little strange, his eyes were a little weird, and his smile was gone.

"Lucien, my friend, I have something rare to share with you today." His voice was very low.

"What?" Lucien was a little confused.

"I don't want to tell you this here," his smile became more and more strange, "come to my place."

Lucien was a little confused by his attitude. He suddenly remembered that the other party was a champagne man.

"Did your family send you a few bottles of good wine?"

"Don't you know it when you come?"

After Lieutenant Tulay finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to leave.

Lucien shook his head helplessly, stood up and left with the other party.

Lieutenant Tulay did not have a family. He lived in the officer's dormitory in the military camp, which was very close to here, so the two of them arrived at the door of his dormitory not long after walking.

"You'd better put some good wine in it," Lucien quipped.

The lieutenant just smiled and knocked on the door.

Is there anyone else inside the door?

Lucien suddenly sobered up a lot. He looked at the other party in confusion, but the lieutenant still remained mysterious and silent.

The door was opened quickly, and Lucien found that the person who opened the door was also a young man in uniform. Before he could think about it, the lieutenant gently pulled Lucien through the door, and then led him into the innermost room.

There were indeed several people inside.

Lucien was completely sober at this time, and he carefully observed the people next to him. Looking at the uniforms and epaulettes, he judged that they were several officers from other companies, including dragoons and chasseurs. The only thing they had in common was that they were relatively young and looked capable.

Lucien looked at the lieutenant, but the lieutenant seemed unaware. He smiled and said to the others.

"This is Captain Leflair, the fighting hero of Algeria, whom I told everyone. Although I cannot applaud for the time being, I ask everyone to pay tribute to him!"

Before Lucien could react, these young officers saluted Lucien in their own ways.

Lucien first reflexively returned a military salute, and then looked at Lieutenant Toulai hesitantly.

"My friends, you are..."

Lieutenant Tulay, on the other hand, had put away his smile and became unusually serious.

"Captain, as you can see, we are a secret gathering, and those who come here are all young officers." After a pause, he added, "Officers who truly love this country and the honor of this army. "

"assembly?"

Since returning to the army, Lucien has always tried to build a good relationship with his subordinates and other officers - on the one hand because of his surname, and on the other hand to comply with the instructions of the "Yue Family".

But he didn't expect that he would get such a result, and also so quickly.

"As you can see, it's a gathering." The lieutenant nodded, "And, by the standards of today's dynasty, we can never be called a legal assembly, but don't worry... we have our own honor."

"Honor?" Lucien was a little confused.

The lieutenant and the others looked at each other, and then everyone nodded.

Then he looked at Lucien again, his eyes full of passion.

"Now you can also see that France is now at a critical juncture. Everyone can see that this dynasty is on the verge of collapse. It's just that we don't know when there will be a general reckoning. And we have already made up our minds. If that day really comes "We will never draw our swords against the revolutionaries." The lieutenant waved his hand heavily, "Let this dynasty that bows to foreign countries and loses the honor of the motherland completely perish!"

As he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

"I think I understand what you mean." After a while, Lucien finally nodded, "I'm just surprised that you actually chose me..."

He is not a fool who has just joined the army. He knows that in France today, almost every team has some small gatherings of officers of one kind or another, and the issues discussed are often contrary to the spirit of the court.

"You are a captain. You had outstanding military exploits. Even if you were not promoted, you could at least join the regiment as a deputy battalion commander. But now? They kicked you out of the army because you told some truths. You spent a lot of money. When you come back, you can only become a company commander! This is how this dynasty repays your loyalty to France. Can you bear this humiliation?" Lieutenant Tourai looked at Lucien and asked loudly, "This is how it tramples on your honor. of!"

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"It also lost Belgium." A cavalry officer nearby whispered.

"It's still sitting back and watching Austria destroy Poland." A Jaeger officer next to him whispered.

"It now requires us to withdraw our troops from the Niger border. I pray to God that it will disappear before it destroys the glory of France." whispered another officer.

In 1831, a revolution broke out in Belgium, and then Belgium was declared fully independent on October 4, and confirmed by the Belgian National Assembly on November 18. In February 1831, Belgium promulgated a new constitution, and the provisional government originally hoped that a son of French King Louis Philippe would be the new king. However, the matter ended due to British opposition. In the end, relatives of the British royal family, from Prince Leopold of the Duchy of Saxe-Coburg-Gotha accepted the throne of Belgium. In 1839, the Treaty of London, signed by Britain, France, Russia, Austria, and Prussia, officially came into effect, and Belgium became a reading country and a permanent neutral country.

The July Monarchy succumbed to British pressure, and Belgium, which voluntarily surrendered to a French prince, was eventually handed over to an English prince, destroying all hopes of a union between France and Belgium.

In 1846, Austria invaded Krakow and annexed the last bit of Polish territory. Poland, which had long been divided up and was dying, was finally nailed into the coffin.

Just recently, former Prime Minister Sirte deliberately allowed Marshal Biraud to prepare to march into Niger for the sake of domestic political struggle. As a result, he almost triggered a diplomatic crisis between Britain and France. The new Prime Minister Guizot forcibly stopped the march as soon as he came up. Marshal Bijaud, the Governor of Algeria, resigned angrily. This incident added new hatred to the young officers.

Maybe the government did this not without difficulties, but these young officers did not think so much. They only saw that since the establishment of the July Dynasty, it had been unbearably weak towards other European countries. The dynasty that has made concessions to Britain, Russia, and Austria, no matter how many reasons there are, will never get the respect of the young soldiers from now on, and it can never hope to get the service of these people.

Relying on their own judgment of "honor", they were tired of this political ax that always succumbed to foreign countries, and spurned the king who flattered and flattered the British. They were eager for honor and the glory that France deserved in Europe. I long for the motherland to once again become a place that all countries look up to.

Lieutenant Tulay stared at Lucien, and then stretched out his hand.

Lucien didn't respond, seeming to be thinking about something.

"Please don't misunderstand us. We have absolutely no intention of forcing you. If you don't agree with our opinion, we will never do anything to you. You can just turn around and leave. We will never make things difficult for you. Just think that I am looking for you today. Wrong person." Lieutenant Toulai seemed to have noticed Lucien. Hesitating, he looked at Lucien and talked, "Your performance during this period is enough for us to understand you. We all believe that you have the honor that a French officer should have. Even if you don't agree with our views, you will never They will betray us, we have no doubt about it.”

Silence, silence again, everyone seemed to be waiting for Lucien's answer, and even the air seemed to freeze.

Facing these looks of expectation and passion, Lucien slowly felt his blood boiling. This burning feeling was even more difficult to control than strong alcohol. After all, he is also a young officer, with ideals and expectations. The emperor's deeds can still make his heart surge, and the ambitions he set when he was a child still echo in his mind.

Yes, I am a child of France and I will fight for her honor.

He reached out and took the lieutenant's hand tightly.

Everyone gathered around.

"Great!" the lieutenant cheered.

"Who should we support?" someone next to him suddenly asked.

"Who should we support? Needless to say? We support a regime that can make my motherland stand up again! Whoever can do this we will support! Whoever can make France regain its glory and no longer have to look up to Britain Whoever makes us a marshal or a duke, we should support!" Lieutenant Tulay almost shouted, "If I must die, I would rather die on the battlefield for the motherland. I don’t want to lie down and die in the hospital bed!”

The small room could not contain the overflowing blood and passion of the young people. Inspired by this group passion, several people even burst into tears. They may be blind, they may be impulsive, and they may not be rational enough, but their love for the motherland and their yearning for success are unadulterated. Patriotism is not a sin, ambition is not a sin, it just depends on where it leads.

In an instant, these people's hands were held together.

"Long live the motherland!" (To be continued.)