Make France Great Again

December 15, 1849.

After the heavy snow season, the temperature in Paris, which has a temperate maritime climate, has dropped slightly. The temperature difference between day and night is 4-8 degrees Celsius, so that every Parisian can feel the obvious coolness. , more and more people began to light the fireplace for warmth.

As night fell, the chill became even worse. Under the whistling winter wind, Paris felt as cold as if it had fallen into an ice cellar, and it seemed as if it could condense into frost in an instant.

There are no stars or moon in Paris tonight, and the kerosene lamps hanging on the street are not even lit. The whole Paris seems to be shrouded in a cold and dark curtain.

But in this cold night, a team of nearly 8,000 people stationed near the outskirts of Temple is gathering.

"All troops organize their marching items and assemble with 30 rounds of ammunition per person! I repeat..."

The sergeants in charge of rectification before departure tirelessly explained the precautions to the company members. From time to time, they used their horses to take away the spurs' military boots and kicked away God's soldiers. They cursed and let him speed up. The soldiers kicked by the spurs' military boots showed strong pain. A smile uglier than crying.

Of course, most of the soldiers kicked by the Spurs were recruits who had just joined the army for less than two years. Some veterans who had been in the army for 5 or 6 years asked about the situation of the company commander with a playful smile, while cursing the commander in a low voice for being unsatisfactory.

For the complaints of these old fritters, the company commander just didn't hear it. He knew the character of this group of rotten people under him too well. Their ability to fight is directly proportional to their ability to cause trouble. Being too stern and selfless will only make him lose the support of the soldiers. He helplessly complained to the old fritters: "How the hell do I know what the higher-ups want to do? Anyway, the order given to me by the higher-ups is to assemble quickly! You, you, and you!" The old You Tiao sternly scolded: "Give me a little bit of hands and feet! I don't want to lose face in front of the battalion commander!"

"Yes!" Of course, the old fried dough stick also knows what military orders are like mountains.

On weekdays, stealing, raping, and stalking will only turn a blind eye. Once it enters a state of war, stealing, raping, and stalking will only lead to death.

Under the supervision of the company commander, the soldiers of the whole company spent about 10 minutes sorting out their marching equipment.

Soldiers of the four regiments assembled on a company basis outside an open field on the outskirts of Temple.

In the attention of the soldiers of the four regiments, Brigadier General Conrobert, the second brigade of the First Paris Division and the new deputy commander of the Paris Garrison, and his brigade chief of staff (Conrobert, who had enjoyed the benefits of the Staff Department of the Military Secretary Office) The second brigade also set up a brigade chief of staff, but the chief of staff does not have a specific military rank and is replaced by a deputy.) Appeared in front of all the soldiers together.

At the same time, one by one combat tasks were also handed over to the eight battalion commanders under the two regiments in the form of notes.

The battalion commanders all showed surprise expressions after receiving the seal of the Ministry of Mission and War. They had long heard that the president was fighting those damn moths.

Unexpectedly, the president summoned them for deworming so quickly.

It seems that today there is another big extra money.

"Your task is very simple!"

Looking at the group of dark soldiers in front of him, Conrobert said in a calm tone: "Destroy all moths in Paris, and give the President a clean Paris!"

"Yes!" The battalion commanders could no longer hold back the excitement in their hearts, Brigadier General Conrobel's words had hinted that they could squeeze out every penny of the gangster hidden in the darkness.

"Long live Bonaparte, long live the Empire!"

For the generous president, the battalion commanders certainly have boundless love for him.

Is there anyone who loves the military more than the president?

They don't recognize anyone but the president!

"This time it's code-named bug removal, and your mission is to crush all the bugs on the list! Did you hear that?"

Commodore Conrobert raised his voice,

Almost screamed.

"I heard it!" Under the leadership of the battalion commanders, the entire army also made a deafening sound.

"Set off!"

With an order from Brigadier General Conrobel, this team of more than 8,000 people began to move towards the city center.

...

Just as the army entered Paris to deworm, James Rothschild, who was imprisoned in his own courtyard by Jerome Bonaparte in a disguised form, became extremely irritable after his house arrest.

With all the signs and expressions, that damned Jerome Bonaparte is simply a villain who does not abide by the financial market, forcibly closing the market, financial control, and a set of administrative orders to implement financial orders one after another directly disrupted the Rothschild Bank all operations.

In order to realize that this guy is not prepared to compete with him in the financial market, James Rothschild's tactics are completely "you fight yours, I fight mine"!

Although this tactic was somewhat helpless to James Rothschild, he had to admit that it was very useful.

As Rothschild, the "financial emperor" of Paris, in the confrontation with Jerome Bonaparte, James Rothschild became more and more aware of how difficult it is to rely on financial means to leverage a stable state power. difficulty.

Especially in a highly centralized regime like France, all the administrators in Paris serve Jerome Bonaparte wholeheartedly as if they were their masters.

After hearing the news that James Rothschild was being targeted by the president, those officials who were on good terms with James Rothschild on weekdays also hurriedly distanced themselves from James Rothschild. Transferred overnight by Jerome Bonaparte.

Judicial personnel even entered the courtyard of their home twice in three days to conduct investigations, euphemistically called "investigating Rothschild taxation" on judicial procedural issues.

Not to mention the guys from the Bank of France, don't think I'm in the same camp as them, but the specials are no worse than those damn judicial officers at all.

The stock of Rothschild's Northern Railway Company has been falling for several days in a row. An unknown emerging force is buying up the stocks sold by James Rothschild on the exchange. The entire exchange is not moving in the direction he imagined. Instead, the situation worsened in China, and several railway companies were listed on the market by virtue of Rothschild's "bankruptcy". James Rothschild had a premonition that the capital behind this railway company was likely to be the rising power.

During the period of house arrest in disguise, James Rothschild could only receive so much information.

In this war with the president, James Rothschild estimates that at least he will lose nearly 20 million francs, and if it is a little more, he may lose the company's profits for two years.

Thinking of this, James Rothschild couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

If I had known this would be the result, I might as well have agreed to the president's conditions.

Now James Rothschild is no longer thinking about whether he can win the war, but how to end the war with the president decently.

He must let the president understand that even if the Rothschild family loses, it loses to the executive power of the whole of France.

Only in this way can he guarantee the detached position of the Rothschild family in the French financial class.

Now James Rothschild no longer pins his hopes on his own resistance to the administrative power of the whole of France, but hopes that the branches in Vienna, Frankfurt and even London can give them a hand.

Of course, this is not to say that James Rothschild has not acted. He has been secretly contacting some republican conspirators and gangsters.

Most of these republican conspirators cleared out the targets of the army after Minister Reinho took office. With a dislike for Minister Reinho and Secretary of State General San Arnaud, they used the gangsters as a cover to form a small group to carry out the assassination. France is at peace.

After Jerome Bonaparte broke with James Rothschild, they secretly "found" James Rothschild, and the two hit it off. James Rothschild paid for them. They were responsible for the assassination and made the "tyrant" of France hot Rom Bonaparte killed.

However, James Rothschild didn't think they had the ability to kill Jerome Bonaparte, he just needed to put Paris in a state of panic.

Although it is already 2 o'clock in the morning the next day, James Rothschild did not rest, and now he is anxiously waiting for news from his servants on the windowsill.

The doors of the room rang from outside, and James Rothschild hurriedly turned around and said, "Please come in!"

The servant ran in in a panic and said to James Rothschild: "Master, it's not good!"

An ominous premonition flooded James Rothschild's heart, and a frightening conjecture made his hands and feet cold.

No... no way! They really... dare to do this!

James Rothschild asked the servant in a trembling voice: "What happened! Say!"

"Just now... when I went to the Orleans Gang just now under your order, I heard the intensive gunshots from the Orleans Gang!" The servant panted heavily, while responding with a trembling voice: "Master, you know ! I once had a tour of duty in Algiers, and no one knows that gunshot better than I do!"

"What is it! Say it quickly!" Although James Rothschild had already guessed what the servant was going to say next, he still hoped to hear something different from what he guessed from the servant.

"Army... The army has entered the city! Only the army can have such firepower with such dense gunfire!" The servant broke James Rothschild's last fluke mentality.

"I knew it! I knew it! That guy won't fight us properly! He's demonstrating to me!"

James Rothschild had a bitter smile on his face.