King's Landing in France

Seeing this posture, An Ning couldn't help frowning. His small army only had 200 people, and it was really not enough to face the tens of thousands of people outside the palace gate.

When the people surrounding the palace saw the army approaching, they asked loudly, "Is it the National Guard? What are you here for?"

An Ning said with some confidence: "We are here to maintain order."

After he finished speaking, he heard someone whispering in the team: "How do we maintain the order of so many people? They blow together, and we are blown away."

An Ning whispered, "Put your face straight, at least you can't lose your momentum."

At this time, someone from the crowd asked again: "What are you doing here?"

It seemed that this person didn't hear An Ning's answer just now.

So An Ning said again: "We are here to negotiate with His Majesty!"

"Wait a minute, the captain just said..."

"Shut up." Pole glared at the leader who pointed out An Ning's two inconsistencies. "What the captain says is what he says. We just need to show our aura."

At this time, the crowd was already shouting: "The National Guard has come to negotiate with His Majesty! Let us make way!"

"Fellows, make way for our army to enter."

"Mr. Officer, you have to talk to His Majesty carefully, you can't be led astray by that Austrian girl!"

"Mr. Officer, let Your Majesty go to Paris, where he will not be deceived by bad guys!"

While talking, the crowd parted ways, and An Ning led his small army to the Palace of Versailles.

While driving in, a fellow villager recognized An Ning and shouted, "Look, the officer leading the troops is the hero of the Bastille! His words are sure to work!"

An Ning looked like he had eaten a fly. He wanted to keep a low profile, but his reputation was already too loud.

Dandong, who came with An Ning, teased: "I guess tomorrow I should say that you kicked open the door of the Palace of Versailles."

An Ning pursed her lips and sullenly.

When they arrived at the gate of the Palace of Versailles, the guards guarding the palace saw the National Guard coming, and opened the door to let people in.

National Guardsmen all wore blue uniforms and Liberty caps with tricolor emblems on them.

The court guards still wore the white uniforms of the French King's army, but the tricolor emblem was also added to the hat.

An officer of the Guards glanced at An Ning's military rank, and immediately showed a disdainful expression. The colonel waited for An Ning to salute before returning his salute, and then asked arrogantly: "Where is Lafayette? Why is it only like this?" Somebody come?"

An Ning: "General Lafayette is stationed in Paris. We are close, so we came here first."

The colonel waved his hand: "Let your troops line up in the square in front of the palace gate. You are not needed to guard the palace yet."

An Ning issued the password, and the troops marched towards the square under the leadership of the non-commissioned officers.

Several representatives of the National Assembly rushed over, and Mounier, the leader, said, "Where is Lafayette?"

"It should still be in Paris, we came here first." An Ning replied.

"Can your troops disperse the people?" Mounier asked suspiciously.

An Ning spread her hands together: "Of course there is no way. Shouldn't the top priority be to persuade His Majesty to quickly agree to the conditions of the people?"

Mounier: "We submitted a petition, but His Majesty has not responded yet. We are going to meet His Majesty with representatives of the people later."

Mounier paused, looked at An Ning, and said, "We originally wanted to wait for Lafayette to arrive and take him with him, but now it seems that we can't wait, you can go with us."

As soon as he finished speaking, Mirabeau behind him joked, "From the perspective of putting pressure on His Majesty, taking Mr. Frost is more effective than taking the Marquis of Lafayette."

An Ning didn't want to go in an instant. I'm just a tool to put pressure on His Majesty?

Mounier nodded: "Indeed. So, Mr. Frost, are you coming together?"

An Ning: "I was ordered to rescue her, so of course I'm going to face the saint."

"Then let's go." Mounier turned around and strode towards the main building of the palace after speaking.

Several women dressed as civilians followed him.

An Ning couldn't help asking, "Who are these..."

Mirabeau waved his hand: "These are the representatives of the people. Most of the people who first came to Versailles were women. If you look outside, all the people crowded on the innermost layer of the palace wall are women."

The mighty group of people walked through the brightly lit royal courtyard, entered the main building of the Palace of Versailles, and after passing through several rooms, entered the study of Louis XVI.

Louis XVI was already waiting here, and when he saw Mounier coming in, he snapped: "Why hasn't Lafayette come yet? His duty is to maintain order in Paris! So many mobs surrounded the Palace of Versailles, it was his dereliction of duty!"

Mounier frowned: "Your Majesty, it's not mobs who surrounded the palace. Look carefully, they are hungry Parisian women."

As he said that, Mounier stepped aside, allowing Louis XVI to see the women behind him.

Louis XVI was stunned when he saw these women: "This..."

Before he could speak, a woman rolled her eyes and passed out.

Everyone was shocked and hurriedly reached out to help.

"Wait a minute! Let me do it!" Louis XVI called out to everyone, stepped forward and knelt down, helped the fainted woman up, and let her head rest on his knees, "What's wrong with you?"

It was only at this time that An Ning could see the girl's face clearly. She was in her early twenties, and her face was covered with freckles that are common to girls in this era.

The girl opened her eyes, glanced at Louis XVI, and murmured, "Bread...Your Majesty, bread..."

Louis XVI's face was ashen: "Bread...they surrounded my palace just for bread?"

An Ning thought, otherwise?

Louis XVI handed the girl to the court guard next to him and stood up.

Mounier did not let go of this opportunity. He stepped forward: "Your Majesty! The citizens of Paris have no bread! If you don't do something, they will take more radical actions than storming the Bastille!"

Louis XVI glanced at Queen Mary standing behind the desk.

Only then did An Ning notice that the queen was there, so she took a step forward: "Your Majesty, as far as I know, the people don't have any cakes either!"

Only then did Louis XVI see An Ning, and he gasped.

An Ning wanted to laugh, damn it, what a deep psychological shadow I have left on Your Majesty?

Mirabeau cleared his throat and said to Louis XVI: "It's not too late, as long as your Majesty signs the previous "August Decree" and "Declaration of Human Rights", and attaches an order to let the grain merchants in the city lower the price of grain, The people will be satisfied!"

As soon as Mirabeau finished speaking, there was a gunshot outside the window.

An Ning: "Who is shooting?"

Then came the sound of firing guns.

After the volley of guns, the huge courtyard of the Palace of Versailles was extremely quiet.

The next moment, the crowd let out an overwhelming roar: "The Guards have fired!"

"It's these bad guys who have held His Majesty hostage!"

"Come on, fire their guns, push down the palace gate and rush in!"

"We want to meet His Majesty!"

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An Ning: "What is the commander of the Guards doing? The people are armed. Isn't shooting for death?"

As he spoke, he came to the window and looked out at the courtyard.

As a result, he saw the crowd tearing down the walls of the Palace of Versailles and pouring into the royal courtyard.

The Guards tried to stop them, but were disarmed by the angry crowd.

An Ning also saw that the Guards officer who was proud of him just now had his body pierced by a pitchfork and was held high like a flag.

An Ning immediately poked his head out and shouted to his troops in the courtyard: "Don't block the crowd, just step back and block the gate of the building!"

He was afraid that his small army of 200 people would be evaporated by the crowd.

After speaking, he withdrew his body, only to see Queen Mary staring at him angrily: "You want your troops to do something!"

An Ning: "His Royal Highness, are you crazy? The guards were instantly washed away like a dam of sand in front of a huge wave. What can my 200 people do?

"The only thing that can stop the crowd is the Flanders Legion, but the Legion has retreated to its station!"

The queen turned to Louis XVI and said, "Let the Legion now..."

Before the queen finished speaking, a gunshot sounded outside, and then the glass in the room shattered, and the broken glass fell to the ground with a clatter.

The queen screamed in terror.

An Ning: "Your Majesty the Queen! It's too late, let's face reality!"

But the queen didn't face the reality. He yelled at Louis XVI: "Look! It's because you have been backing down! These people are not even afraid of the Royal Guards. They are no longer ordinary people. To punch hard!"

An Ning: "The people are very hungry, and hunger will make people desperate."

At this time, the sky outside was already illuminated like daylight by the torches in the hands of the people.

"Where is His Majesty the King!" someone began to shout.

Immediately, countless people echoed: "Where is Your Majesty?"

"Let His Majesty come out and talk to us!"

An Ning turned to look at Louis XVI: "The people are calling for you."

The corners of Louis XVI's mouth trembled slightly, looking down at the ground.

An Ning reminded again: "The people are calling for you! Don't let things become irreversible. I was at the scene when the Bastille was in prison, and I saw with my own eyes what the angry people did to the Marquis de Launay.

"When the people lose their minds, it will be too late."

Louis XVI raised his eyes and looked at An Ning: "Are you threatening me?"

"I'm telling you the truth." An Ning said firmly, "When the crowd loses control, I'm afraid not only you, everyone in the Palace of Versailles will suffer, even me. Your Majesty, go to the terrace and wave to the crowd. it is good."

Louis XVI glanced at Queen Mary, nodded with his lips pursed, then moved reluctantly towards the door leading to the terrace.

The structure of the Palace of Versailles is like this. There is a small terrace on the second floor of the palace, and each room can be allocated one.

The terrace is not so much a balcony as it is a large window sill with a small space that can only accommodate one or two people.

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The guard opened the door to the terrace for Louis XVI, and he stepped out, looking at the crowd below with torches.

The crowd held not only torches, but also rifles, and countless muskets were aimed at Louis XVI for a while.

If the people are determined to change the king, Louis XVI will donate a round of guns.

The happiest person in that case is probably the Duke of Orleans, he can be crowned King of France grandly according to the line of succession.

It is of course also possible that his son was crowned and the duke himself acted as regent.

Facing the muzzles of the people, Louis XVI was a little timid, and he seemed to be a head short.

An Ning: "Wave, Your Majesty."

Louis XVI mechanically raised his right hand and waved it lightly.

An Ning: "Speak up, the people don't know who you are, and most of them have never seen you."

Louis XVI put down his hand and cleared his throat in embarrassment: "Uh, hello everyone! I am your king."

"It's His Majesty the King!"

"It's Your Majesty!"

"Your Majesty, we have no more bread!"

Louis XVI: "Well... I know you're out of bread, and I'm going to sign a decree asking them to guarantee bread. I mean, the nobles.

"Soon you will have bread, and all will have bread!"

An Ning: "There's still cake."

Louis XVI: "And cake! Are you sure you want me to say this?"

"You don't have to say it, but it will make you look more humorous if you say it."

At this time, the people gradually put down the muskets they held high.

Louis XVI breathed a sigh of relief, summoned up more courage and said: "Everyone, I already know your demands! I will sign the August Decree and the Declaration of Human Rights, and I will sign them tonight. Go back to Paris." , go back and sleep well, there will be bread tomorrow!"

"We're not going back!" someone in the crowd yelled, "Unless you go back with us!"