King's Landing in France

At this time, the high-spirited commissioner realized that something was wrong, he pushed his glasses again, stared at Lazar Kano for a few seconds, and was shocked: "Your Excellency, why are you here?" ?”

Lazar Cano: "You're just surprised by this? Guess who's next to me?"

An Ning: "I am the Paris Security Commander of the French Republic, Major General Frost!"

Berthier, who didn't know when to follow up, coughed: "According to the latest resolution of the parliament, the title of major general has been abolished, and now they are all called division generals."

An Ning frowned: "What the hell? Division-level general, the troops under my command definitely exceed one division!"

Berthier shrugged: "I won't make it. Anyway, in the parliamentary resolution given to me, there is no reference to military-level generals. It seems that this is to highlight the spirit of equality..."

An Ning cursed angrily: "What bullshit! The reason why the troops have to distinguish between superiors and subordinates is to ensure a smooth chain of command. I am also a division general, and Lana is also a division general. Who of us will command whom? It will add chaos!"

An Ning thought for a while, and said to Berthier: "You draft an order, saying that for the smooth command chain, no matter what bullshit resolutions the parliament makes, we will still maintain the original military title. Now I am a major general."

Berthier nodded again and again: "Understood, I will give the order now."

An Ning was getting angry, but suddenly remembered that there was still a moth that hadn't been dealt with, so she stopped drinking and called the commissioner who was about to run away: "Stop! Tell me all the bullshit you said just now!"

The commissioner knelt down with a bang, kowtowed to An Ning, and the expensive wig fell to the ground, covered with dust after a while: "I don't know Taishan..."

"Is your problem just that you have eyes but don't know Mount Tai? The military situation is urgent, and you are so fucking rich! Your behavior is treason! I think you are in the same group as the royal party! Come, come, take this Arrest the traitor! Send me to the nearest guillotine!"

The soldier who was still listening to the commissioner's lecture just now happily arrested the commissioner.

The officer who arrested him happily took out a few gold crowns from the commissioner's pocket, and said to An Ning, "Your Excellency, if you hadn't come, I would not have been able to get the gold crowns back!"

An Ning nodded, and then said to Lazar Kano: "Take a few people to this guy's house and confiscate all the money he corrupted! The enemy is now, and we need to recover every traitor's proceeds!"

Kano: "Understood."

The commissioner broke down in tears: "At least leave some money for my wife and daughter to live on..."

"So what if you have money?" An Ning sneered, "Their future is gloomy, and no matter where they go, they can't escape the big hat of relatives of traitors. This is what you asked for. Go to hell and regret it .”

After finishing speaking, An Ning waved his hand, and the former commissioner was taken down.

Mo Luo felt a little soft-hearted: "Is it a bit too much, just liquidate his greedy money, and then lock him up for a few more years..."

An Ning: "You don't understand, don't you use heavy codes in troubled times. If you don't do this, corruption will become common in Paris soon."

In real history, most of the leaders of the Jacobins seemed to have no problems, mainly because they died too early and did not have the time to corrupt.

But the successors behind the Jacobins became more and more corrupt.Most of these people have no revolutionary ideals and are pure speculators.

They are also in France, and they have changed to an African country in the 20th century. It is estimated that they will be listed in Little John's series of wonderful small countries, ranking among the models of "benevolent monarchs".

So An Ning's words are not alarmist: there is indeed a possibility of corruption in Paris in the future.

Moreau: "Well, I have nothing to say about your vision. Then I will..."

"Don't go!" An Ning said loudly, "Why are you going? I will appoint you as the commander of the 67th Battle Infantry Brigade!"

Berthier: "This...he is just a captain. It is more appropriate to be appointed as a half-brigadier first. It is a very, very big promotion for a captain to be a half-brigadier. That is to say, we are short of officers now."

An Ning thought for a while, then nodded: "Okay, then you are the half-brigade commander of the 67th Battle Infantry Brigade, temporarily acting as brigade commander!"

Berthier frowned and pinched his nose in recognition.

After all, An Ning is not completely uncompromising.

Mo Luo looked puzzled: "General, I'm a lawyer. I haven't served in the army for a day, so I usually like to ride horses and hunt, that's why I wield swords."

An Ning: "It's okay. The brigade commander of the 66th Battle Infantry Brigade is still a writer. Everyone is trying to catch ducks on the shelves. You just take your brigade away honestly and it's over!"

Chapter 225 Threesome

At this time, the National Assembly was adjourning at noon, and the congressmen who had been doing oral gymnastics for a day were discussing the debate just now in groups of three or five.

At this time a gentleman came quickly to Talleyrand and whispered something to him.

Fouche beside Talleyrand immediately raised his eyebrows sharply, and looked this way with concern.

Talleyrand noticed Fouche's gaze, and before asking a question, he lowered his voice and said, "Just now, it's like this, Frost..."

He confessed the news he had just received.

Fouche was stunned: "Send a public official directly to the guillotine. If we send it to the guillotine, at least the entire parliament will be required to vote as a jury."

Talleyrand: "Why do you pay attention to these unimportant places. The important thing is that he clearly ordered the troops not to follow the resolution of the parliament. Although it is only a small problem with the title of division general, but..."

Talleyrand didn't continue talking, looking at the big three Robespierre, Marat, and Dandong who were discussing with each other on the podium, their expressions were very complicated.

But Fouche directly pointed it out: "I am afraid that a de facto military dictatorship has already been formed. The three giants here together are not as powerful as the head outside."

Fouché had already pointed it out, and Talleyrand no longer concealed it, and took over the words: "Now you are only one battle away from the Lord Protector of France. As long as you can repel the coalition forces, you don't need a big victory, just a miserable victory... ...No, as long as there is a draw, Your Excellency will be our Caesar."

Talleyrand has been referring to General Frost in honorific terms throughout.

Fouché nodded: "Yes, your Excellency's journey from a cobbler to the most powerful person in France is a legend."

As Fouche said, he wondered whether he should go to Frost's hometown first and take care of the general—no, your Excellency's family.

Talleyrand, on the other hand, was clearly thinking of something else.

At this time, Robespierre ended his conversation with the other two giants, and began to hit the podium with a small hammer, informing the congressmen that it was time to meet again.

Members of Parliament came back to take their seats one after another.

When the people were almost seated, Robespierre was about to continue the topic just now, when Talleyrand suddenly stood up: "Your Excellency Speaker, I want to speak!"

The corner of Robespierre's mouth twitched. The Incorruptible was naturally at odds with Talleyrand, a chameleon, but Talleyrand funded the activities of the Jacobins in Paris to a certain extent, so Robespierre squeezed With a smile: "Please, Mr. Bishop."

Talleyrand came to the podium, cleared his throat, and said sharply: "Yesterday, we passed a law to change the military ranks of the former army to those of the revolution and the Republic! But obviously, we ignored One thing, that is military rank, which plays a role in distinguishing superiors and subordinates in the army, and it plays a vital role in stabilizing the chain of command!

"Of course, our starting point is good, canceling the difference in titles to highlight the spirit of equality! But this will cause big problems on the battlefield!

"So, I suggest that this resolution be re-examined now, and a more detailed title that can distinguish the position in the chain of command is proposed!

"Your Excellency Frost is busy with military affairs and did not protest to us, but he has pointed out our mistakes with de facto actions!"

Talley talked eloquently, as if he had become the confidant of His Excellency General Frost in the parliament.

Fouche sat down and nodded again and again: "Talleyrand is still ruthless!"

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Moreau ran again to the Paris Security Command and received the brigade flag of the No. 60 Seventh Battle Infantry Brigade.

He looked at the plain 67 flag written in Arabic numerals in his hand, and then looked up at the several military flags flying on the gate of the Palace of Versailles.

Those were the brigade flags of the [-]st Teaching Brigade serving as the general's direct guard, the regimental flags of the Ceremonial Knights, the Sunset Knights' regiments, and the company flags of the [-]st Accurate Shooter Company.

Each side of these flags has complex patterns, which look graceful and majestic, and one can tell that this army has a glorious history.

Mo Luo looked down at the flag in his hand again. On the blue, white and red colors of the Republic, 67 was printed, which was extremely perfunctory.

Mo Luo couldn't help pursing his mouth. Although he still can't accept that he has become the brigade commander commanding a brigade, seeing this simple brigade flag, he couldn't help but want to use his actions to add to the flag. some content.

Mo Luo sighed and looked up, just in time to see another officer looking at the simple brigade flag in his hand with the same bitter face.

The officer's brigade flag had 66 written on it.

Moreau remembered the general's words: "Don't refuse, the brigade commander of the 66th Brigade is still a writer!"

Moreau observed this "writer" carefully, but no matter how he looked at it, he didn't think it was like it: because he was too dark.

At this time, France does not have the influence of the emperor in West Africa, especially on the Mediterranean coast. Osman is still there at this time.

But the French are no strangers to blacks, because the French also opened many plantations in the New World, and they also participated in the triangular trade.

A very important purpose of the French Revolution was the liberation of colored people, but it has never formed a trend.

At this time, pointing to a black man and saying "this is a writer", Morrow could not believe it anyway.

He stepped forward curiously: "Excuse me, are you... a writer?"

The black man was taken aback and raised his head. Only then did Moreau realize that this man was not as dark as he thought. Judging by his skin color, he should be the illegitimate child of a French manor and a black maid in a colony like Haiti. .

This kind of illegitimate child is surprisingly common.

After all, this is France. The place that has more illegitimate children than France is probably Austria and Italy under Austrian rule.

"What?" The black man had a puzzled expression, "I...uh, although I have written sonnets, no one in Paris is willing to listen to my recitation. I am a private. You Woolen cloth?"

Moreau: "I'm a lawyer... Well, Your Excellency the General said you're a writer..."

The mixed-race man smiled wryly: "Ah, Your Excellency General, I don't know why you misunderstood me after seeing my surname."

Moreau: "Who are you? Oh sorry, I should introduce myself before asking for names. I'm Jean-Victor Marie Moreau, as I said, a lawyer."

The mulatto man held Moro's outstretched hand: "I am Thomas Alexandre Dumas. My family has been a nobleman in the army for four generations, but as you can see, because of my blood, I can only join the army from private."

Moreau: "Oh... the surname Dumas..."

"It's my mother's surname, because I can't enjoy the shade of my father's family in the army, so I just use my mother's name. I want to justify the name of my black mother!" Alexandre Dumas said confidently.

But he was discouraged immediately: "But... I shouldn't be allowed to be the brigade commander directly as a private."

Moreau: "You haven't learned how to be a brigade commander?"

"Of course I have studied. I have carefully studied all the knowledge required to become a qualified officer. But I have been a private in the French army for so long, and I have given up. I am going to be promoted to a sergeant before retiring and going home to retire. Yes, suddenly give me a brigade commander! Your Excellency the General is also very strange to say that I am a writer..."

In fact, An Ning made a mess of herself.He saw that this person was called Alexander Dumas, and then he was black again, thinking that this person was Alexandre Dumas.

However, this person is actually Dumas's father. According to his seniority, he should be called Dumas.

But at this time, no one can interpret this matter.

So Moreau could only stare at Dumas.

At this moment, a new commotion came from the headquarters.

"I protest! I want to see the general!" said a disheveled 40-year-old middle-aged man. "I'm an architect! I'm here to help you repair your fortress! I'm not here to command an infantry brigade !"

At this time, Moreau and Ju Dumas noticed the flag in the hands of the plausible middle-aged man: a simple 68 was displayed on the tricolor flag.

It looks like this is the commander of the 68th Battle Infantry Brigade.

The brigade commander was still yelling: "I'm an architect! I can only build things, I can't fight wars!"

Moreau and Dumas went together, holding the man's shoulders from left to right.

Moreau: "Brother, don't worry about it. I figured it out. Now, Your Excellency the General, I wish that all those who can read and can calculate artillery ballistics will be used as officers. I'm a lawyer, and that one over there is a writer..."

Ju Dumas: "I am a private! Not a writer!"

But your son's going to be, and he's going to be super good, so it doesn't matter.

The elder brother of the architect sighed: "Hey, I almost guessed it too. How can such an army fight!"

Moreau: "Relax, Your Excellency, our general, is still a cobbler. I am the commander of the 67th Battle Infantry Brigade, former lawyer Jean Victor Marie Moreau."

Ju Dumas: "I am Thomas Alexander Dumas, commander of the 66th Battle Infantry Brigade, a former private. I don't know why I was regarded as a writer."

The architect brother sighed, and shook hands with the two in turn: "I am the commander of the 68th Battle Infantry Brigade, a former architect, Jean-Baptiste Kleber, please give me your advice in the future."

Chapter 226

Unbeknownst to Anning, a strange clique of black writers (pseudo), architects, and lawyers had formed just outside her headquarters.

He is having a headache for the candidate for the army commander.

"Seven armies?" An Ning was shocked. According to the habits of later generations, he thought that three armies with 20 people would be enough, but Berthier told him to form seven armies.

After all, in this era, there are few people in an army, only 3 to [-].

If this is the standard of later generations, seven armies are seven columns, and seven columns can conquer the world.

Berthier: "15.00% of the division commanders and brigade commanders are the original old nobles. Regardless of their loyalty to the Republic, their military skills are still good. The rest are staff recruited from all walks of life, intellectuals and others with a certain reputation. Civilians are very loyal to the Republic, but basically have no military knowledge.

"We urgently issued some pamphlets to start training, but... we cannot expect their performance on the battlefield."

Peace of mind.

He has read the biography of Napoleon and the marshals. Ordinary officers don’t remember much. Otherwise, he can point out those officers who joined the army in a hurry and performed well in Napoleon’s era based on the memory of his previous life.

Anyway, now that so many civilians have become brigade commanders, it won't be a big problem for him to add a few more.

Too bad he didn't remember that much.

An Ning: "Under such circumstances, it is obviously unrealistic for us to have a formal frontal decisive battle with the enemy. The enemy is a regular army after all."

Berthier nodded: "Yes, this is completely different from our previous situation. Before us, although the troops were all ordinary patriots, and the officers were all kinds of civilians, they have undergone strict training, so they behaved like regular troops. Same discipline and order.