Make France Great Again

"Isn't France afraid that the Austrian Empire will join the Russian Empire?"

The irritated Richard Metternich blurted out, and within a few seconds, Richard Metternich regretted what he had just done. Emotions are imposed on foreign policy.

His father, Prince Metternich, once told him that a person who is emotionally swept up will never be a true diplomat, because one unintentional remark of his could very well make a country for his mistakes And buy.

Excellent diplomats need to keep a cool head at all times, and now Richard Metternich obviously cannot have this ability.

"Your Majesty, I..." Richard Metternich wanted to make up for the mistake he just made, and when his eyes turned to Jerome Bonaparte's pupils, he understood from the pair of pupils. Chad Metternich saw the indifference pierced into the bone marrow, as if looking at a sad ant.

This feeling caused Richard Metternich to have an illusion that the Jerome Bonaparte he saw was no longer a person, but a god, one who determined him and the Austrian Empire behind him more than 3,000 the existence of thousands of lives.

I... I'm so dizzy that I actually said that!

Richard Metternich couldn't help but regret it in his heart. The saliva secreted from the tension filled his mouth, making him have to squirm down the back street to swallow the saliva. The white fingers and cheeks were also sweaty due to the excessive tension.

Time began to slow down in Richard Metternich's sensory organ. Although Richard Metternich is sitting on a chair now, he feels that he is not sitting on a chair, but a volcano that is about to erupt. , the hot feeling from the seat cushion made Richard Metternich suffer every minute and every second!

As if N centuries had passed, the monarch Jerome Bonaparte, who was sitting opposite Richard Metternich, said slowly, "Richard Metternich!"

"Your Majesty!" This time, Richard Metternich's tone contained a bit of pleading and humility. He was using this method to ask Jerome Bonaparte not to hold him accountable for his rude behavior.

"I have every reason to use what you just said as the Austrian Empire's contempt for the French Empire, and thus declare war on you! Don't forget that there are still several **** feuds between the Napoleon family and the Habsburg family! Do you think your joining It can really make the Russian Empire defeat us, right!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Richard Metternich calmly, as if stating a given fact.

What Jerome Bonaparte said of "the **** feud" refers to what the brothers Louis Napoleon did in Italy and the "unexplained" death of the Roman king in Vienna.

Each paragraph can give him a reason to destroy the Habsburg kingdom.

"I...not..." The teeth in Richard Metternich's lips chattered slightly.

As Jerome Bonaparte said, the Napoleon family had thousands of reasons to go to war with the Austrian Empire.

The military strength of the Austrian Empire, which had experienced the Hungarian rebellion, was far inferior to that of France. The only thing Jerome Bonaparte feared was Radetzky, who lived in Italy.

This 80-year-old old man who had served as the chief of staff of the coalition army, but he existed like the pinnacle of the Austrian Empire.

Jerome Bonaparte also had no confidence in defeating the old man completely. Besides, the Austrian Empire itself was also an important **** he used to check and balance the rising kingdom of Prussia. Rule this chess piece.

Just as Richard Metternich was anxiously awaiting the "trial" of Jerome Bonaparte.

Jerome Bonaparte slightly softened his attitude, and then said: "I understand, you don't want to break with the Russian Empire! On this issue, I can give you some time.

You have plenty of time to think before the French army arrives in the Ottoman Empire!

Once the French army has taken root in the Ottoman Empire, I hope that the Austrian Empire will give me your thoughts.

War or peace will be your responsibility! However, I can tell you in a responsible manner. If you choose to be the enemy of France, France will definitely crush you mercilessly!

I will unite with all the rebel forces in your empire, with the kingdom of Prussia, the kingdom of Sardinia, and smash your land, wealth, and everything!

By then, the Austrian Empire will no longer exist in Central Europe! "

Facing Jerome Bonaparte's naked threat of war, Richard Metternich's face turned even paler.

From the solemn eyes of Jerome Bonaparte, Richard Metternich could be sure that what Jerome Bonaparte said was true, that the French Empire really had the ability to completely destroy the Austrian Empire.

"I will definitely advise our Majesty to be better with the French Empire! In my lifetime, I will definitely maintain the friendship between the French Empire and the Austrian Empire!" At this moment, Richard Metternich became a fully pro-French member, He responded to Jerome Bonaparte with a solemn expression.

"I hope the French Empire and the Austrian Empire can forge ahead in the years to come! Besides, I don't want to see a country like the Austrian Empire destroyed!" Jerome Bonaparte showed a kind smile at the corner of his mouth. To be more kind.

"I believe it too!" Richard Metternich hurriedly responded to Jerome Bonaparte.

Afterwards, Richard Metternich and Jerome Bonaparte had a brief chat.

Escorted by Mocar, Richard Metternich left the Tuileries Palace like the rest of his life.

That night, Richard Metternich, who returned to the embassy, ​​told Ambassador Rothschild of the situation.

Ordering Richard Metternich to go to the Tuileries Palace to inquire about the news, Ambassador Rothschild also showed a surprised expression. He gave Richard Metternich a thumbs up with a half-smile, as if In praising Richard Metternich's courage.

A bitter smile appeared on the corner of Richard Metternich's mouth, and he immediately asked the Rothschild ambassador if he should write to the Austrian Empire to tell them what happened now.

After obtaining the consent of Ambassador Rothschild, Richard Metternich lit a kerosene lamp, sat at his desk and wrote a letter to Vienna about what happened in France, and at the end of the letter blocked his views on diplomacy .

When Richard Metternich handed the written letter to Ambassador Rothschild for review, Ambassador Rothschild with a lazy expression, after reading Richard Metternich's report, once again Praise him for his fatherly style.

It's just that Ambassador Rothschild's praise is so harsh in the ears of the current Richard Metternich.

Subsequently, Rothschild helped Richard Metternich send the letter back to Vienna by post.

In this era, although the telegraph has already been invented, but at this stage the telegraph has all been in the hands of the government, Richard Metternich can't guarantee that he will not be intercepted.

He could only send the letter to Vienna by the most primitive mail.

There is a saying that the sky in August is like a child's face and it changes as soon as it changes. Just in the middle of the night after Richard Metternich wrote the letter, a dark cloud shrouded the sky over Paris.

After a while, the sound of lightning and thunder came from the clouds, as if there was a **** named Zeus in the clouds. He was throwing thunder at Paris with his own artifact, in order to use the thunder to smash the seven sects of the city. crime.

After a while, the rain began to obey the influence of the gravitational force in the laws of physics, and tried its best to escape the clouds and "slammed" into Paris below, as if to wash away the sins of this city with their bodies.

With the passage of time, the rain became heavier and heavier. The pouring rain slapped on the glass windows and made a "pop" sound, and the icy raindrops fell on the colder fence, splashing one after another. After completing its mission, the water flower becomes one with the environment.

About two hours later, the rain gradually decreased, and the hazy raindrops were as gentle as the spring breeze, and the window lattice also changed from the original rapid "tune" to a long and long stretch.

Two hours later, when it was just dawn, the dark clouds and rain disappeared, leaving only the low-lying depressions on the concrete street, and there was a damp smell in the air.

At 9 a.m., the otherwise quiet street gradually became lively.

Newsboys wearing tattered peaked caps were walking around the streets with all kinds of newspapers in hand, shouting diligently: "Sell the newspapers! Sell the newspapers! Who will sell the newspapers! The new editions of "Bonaparte" and "The Observer" ", "Diplomacy Daily"..."

The gentlemen who came and went on the road stopped amid the cries of newsboys. UU reading www.uukanshu. com

"Do you want to buy one?" The newsboy who knew he was in business hurriedly came to the gentleman, asked the gentleman, and handed the newspaper to the gentleman: "I have the Bonaparte, the Observer, and the Gazette here. ...Which one do you want?"

"Then just get a newspaper!" The gentleman looked at the disheveled newsboy in front of him, and felt compassion in his heart, he said casually.

"Okay! Sir!" The newsboy hurriedly handed over a newspaper called "Diplomacy Daily" to the gentleman.

"Huh? Why haven't I seen this newspaper before. Is it the latest one?" The gentleman asked with a puzzled look.

"That's right, sir!" The newsboy nodded and responded to the gentleman, "It only takes about 3 centimes per serving!"

"3 centimes? It's cheap enough!" The gentleman sighed, and then flipped through the newspaper to read.

The newsboy stood silently beside him, waiting for the gentleman to check out.