Make France Great Again

A mansion in the main city of Lyon.

"You idiot! You are intimidated by every word! Are you still a soldier? Where did your courage in Algiers and Paris go!"

An old but energetic screeching sound came from the window on the second floor of the mansion, which caused the two soldiers in charge of guarding the gate of the mansion to perk up their ears to listen to the movement in the mansion.

At this time, Alfondo Bedo in the mansion was standing upright on one side of the desk, and opposite him was an old man in a white military uniform with medals on his chest. He was called the hero of Algeria. Marshal Bijo.

[The hero of the French, the nightmare of the Arabs. When he took office as the Governor of Algeria, he completely wiped out a large number of guerrillas entrenched in Algeria, which can be said to be the terminator of the guerrillas in Algeria. 】

"Marshal, you don't know! His Excellency the Prince is very angry like the Emperor of the past..." Alfondo Bedo tried to defend Biruo.

As a confidant brought from Algeria by Marshal Biro, Alfondo Bedo could still argue a few words in front of the rude Biro.

"Huh?" Biro looked up and down Afangdo. Bedo asked suspiciously, "I remember your kid was born in 1804!"

"Yes!" Alfondo Bedo responded.

"Have you met His Majesty the Emperor?" Marshal Biro asked in surprise, "I only met His Majesty a few times back then, and I was almost dismissed by His Majesty the last time we met!"

"Marshal, I only saw His Majesty from a distance when I was very young. It's not like you can always accept His Majesty's admonitions!" Alfondo Bedo explained to Marshal Biro.

"Shit's admonition!" Marshal Biro yelled, and Alfondo Bedo's words evoked Biro's memory: "Every time I see the emperor, I always meet in groups, and I can't say a few words in the middle. Words! The only time I saw Your Majesty alone, I was scolded badly!"

Seeing this, Alfondo Bedo didn't put on a serious face, but turned to a hippie smile and said to Marshal Conjuro Ruo, "Marshal, aren't you also afraid of Your Majesty?"

"I..." Marshal Bi Ruo was at a loss for words in an instant. He recalled the reprimand the emperor gave him when he came back. At that time, he hadn't slept well for several days and nights until the emperor's aide-de-camp, General Bertrand told him that the emperor wanted to summon him. At that time, he entered the Tuileries Palace tremblingly and anxiously waited for the emperor's sentence, and finally the emperor chose to let him continue to serve as a colonel.

It was the first time he experienced the past from heaven to **** to heaven, so his memory is still fresh.

"He... Really looks like Your Majesty?" Marshal Biruo asked again. Compared with the first question, he was less suspicious and more surprised.

"Marshal, I guarantee it with my reputation! The Prince who has no anger is only somewhat similar to the Emperor. Once he gets angry, His Excellency the Prince is simply a trumpet majesty!" Alfondo Bedo vowed to compare Marshal Marshal.

"In that case..." Marshal Biro scratched his head and seemed a little troubled: "It seems that some people in the party of Order are going to miscalculate! Bedo, I bet if your information is correct, many people in Paris will like our Prince. Your Mightiness!"

"Party of Order? Marshal, they are going to attack the Prince?" Alfondo Bedo looked at Marshal Biruo in surprise.

"How do you think I knew that he would arrive in Lyon at this time!" Marshal Biro cast a glance at Alfondo Bedo, and said with hatred: "When can you use your brain more! Soldiers not only have to learn To fight a war, you also need political acumen!"

Afterwards, he added gloatingly: "However, this is just a small temptation to borrow my hand! Those guys in the Party of Order both hope that the Italian boy (Jerome Bonaparte) will check and balance Cavaignac, and I don't want to let the boy's voice be too loud! I just owe those people a favor, so I will let you run! Now, I have done it!"

"If the prince were to attend the banquet, wouldn't it be dangerous." Alfondo Bedo said in a stunned manner as Marshal Biruo said, the current Marshal Biruo has overturned his previous impression of him.

"Not necessarily!" Marshal Biro continued: "If the Italian boy really stepped into the game, I'm afraid he would be targeted by the guy Cavaignac! At that time, he can only go to the party of order for help! After all Or because he is too loud in Paris!"

"Then what should we do now?" Alfondo Bedo asked Marshal Biruo.

"I did everything the Party of Order asked me to do! Now everything has nothing to do with me!" Marshal Biro crossed Erlang's legs and put on the posture of an old hooligan: "In the end, it's just an internal struggle in Paris, I'm just a It's just the commander of the front army!"

"But..." After hesitating for a moment, Alfondo Bedo expressed his concerns: "Your Majesty, will he follow us after knowing the inside story!"

Marshal Biro hesitated for a moment and then said, "It shouldn't be possible! No one knows that this is a trap!"

"What if those people in Paris sold us?" Alfondo Bedo continued. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Marshal Birou once again recalled that when he suppressed the riots in February, he was abandoned by the king and the party of Order. Those guys were enjoying themselves in Paris, but he had to stay in Lyon.

Thinking of this, Marshal Biruo was very angry. He immediately took out the manuscript paper in the drawer, wrote "Be careful of Thiers" in French on the white paper, and then handed the note to Alfondo Bedeau. He said rudely: "Take this thing and get out!"

Alfondo Bedo, who took the paper, immediately understood what Marshal Biruo meant, he saluted Marshal Biruo and left.

Afterwards, Alfondo Bedeau came to the hotel where Jerome Bonaparte was staying again, handed the note to Jerome Bonaparte, and revealed to Bonaparte the conspiracy about the banquet.

After listening to Alfondo Bedeau's words, Jerome Bonaparte's heart felt like a roller coaster.

In the end, he still underestimated the insidious politician Thiers. Even if he had a "gentleman's agreement" with him, Thiers would not hesitate to attack his "ally".

The name Thiers has been on the list of "must kill" in Jerome Bonaparte's heart.

"I hope you don't hold grudges against the marshal. The marshal is also a last resort! In the end, we still have to follow Paris' orders!" Alfondo Bedeau excused Biro in front of Jerome Bonaparte.

"Marshal Biro can tell me this news with sincerity and sincerity. I believe in the character of the marshal!"

Jerome Bonaparte put on a "broad-hearted" appearance. He knew that Marshal Biruo wouldn't live long. Next year, a cholera in Lyon could kill Biruo, so why should he be the same checkmate? people fight.

His opponent is always in Paris.

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