Fox of France

Because Paris is busy with the big trial of the king, no one can bother to find Du Mourier for the time being. Including the dispatch of personnel responsible for munitions procurement to him was delayed. But Di Maurier felt that it would be a matter of time for these people to trouble him, so he must hurry up and take advantage of this last space. Because no matter whether the king's affairs will involve him in the end, having more money in his hands will always help. Take Talleyrand, for example, if he has no money in his hands, how can he hide in England?

In line with the idea of ​​having the right to not use it and invalidating it after expiration, Di Mourier began to play tricks on the munitions procurement and made a lot of money. Of course, correspondingly, the life of his army has become increasingly sad. Du Mourier pushed all this to Paris, propagating to the soldiers that the guys in Paris were busy fighting in-fighting and could not take care of them, so the supply of munitions was insufficient. Although this statement temporarily stabilized the soldiers, the morale of his army inevitably declined.

In addition to the problems caused by insufficient supplies, there is another problem that also caused serious morale problems. That is, the main body of Du Mourier's army is the volunteer army. The morale of the Volunteer Army is indeed high, but their high morale stems from the need to defend their home and country. They were originally militias everywhere, and they were not willing to leave their hometowns. They joined the army only to save the country. Now they have successively defeated the Prussian and Austrian forces and expelled them from the French border. Therefore, in the eyes of these volunteer soldiers, the crisis of the motherland has been lifted, so they should go home. But the government let them continue to fight the Austrian Prussians abroad. This situation also caused their morale to become low.

Lack of supplies, coupled with the loss of a combat goal, the morale of this army suddenly reached its end. The courage to fight to the death disappeared all of a sudden. And this army...

"Now we have to prepare for the defeat." Napoleon said to Joseph, "you know, our army is quite poor in terms of military quality. It can even be said that our army has almost nothing except morale. Now that even the morale is gone, it’s weird if you don’t lose the battle. Joseph, the general is about to take us into the Austrian Netherlands. I think we will suffer there. When fighting, you have to be careful not Just run to the front line."

"Huh?" Joseph opened his mouth, "You, you actually grabbed my line?! I said this to you, right?"

"Because on the battlefield, I am smarter than you. Of course I should remind you." Napoleon said triumphantly, "When the fight starts, you will follow Du Mourier honestly. He will not be easy. Put yourself in danger. But...Forget it, you'd better follow me. Du Mourier is very selfish, maybe he will sell his comrades to survive."

Follow Napoleon this bastard's **** for safety? This really hurts self-esteem. However, Joseph thought for a while and felt that his talents on the battlefield must be inferior to Napoleon's, so he should not respect himself decisively.

"That's OK, when the fight really starts, I will follow you from the beginning."

But after finishing this sentence, he forcibly added another sentence: "I have to watch you, and can't let you mess around anymore."

...

At the same time, another person, also called "Joseph", is facing an extremely important choice in his life. In the National Assembly, the vote to determine the fate of Louis XVI has begun. And outside the chamber of the National Assembly, countless people surrounded the parliament impenetrably, and their shouts could be heard clearly even in the chamber:

"Cut off Louis' head!"

"Destroy the enemy of the motherland!"

"Whoever dares to protect Louis, we will smash his dog head!"

In order to protect the security of the National Assembly, the Paris Commune sent a special National Guard, and they even dragged artillery. However, their arrival has made many people feel increasingly insecure.

Joseph Fouché is also anxious, but fortunately his voting order is very low, so you can look at the situation first.

In the Jacobin club election, Robespierre supported a secret ballot, but in how to deal with the vote of Louis XVI, he insisted on a secret ballot.

"You are all elected by the people in Paris or other parts of France. You are not voting on your own behalf, but on behalf of the people who voted for you. They voted for you. They have the right to know that the people they chose voted. What a vote!"

This reason is very convincing. The Brissots once again flinched on this issue, so the voting method this time is that each member of the Council will take turns to the podium and tell everyone his decision. Then the recorder on the side will record it, and then give it to the congressman for signature, then print it out and make it public.

In order, the first to vote was the Speaker of the National Assembly and one of the leaders of the Brisso faction, Pierre Victinian Veno. Just last night, he was still in the salon of the Roland couple's house, calling everyone to resist the pressure and pardon the king. He also stated that he would take this opportunity to deliver a speech on the podium calling for tolerance and reconciliation. At this time, his friends all looked at him, looking forward to his speech.

But Vigno's movements were surprisingly slow. He lowered his head, afraid to look at other people, and only said a word in a voice that was so low that no one could hear him. The recorder next to him couldn't hear clearly, so he had to ask him to repeat it again.

"Lamort..." (French, death penalty)

The sound is not loud, but it is enough for everyone to hear. The recorder took down his vote, and then handed the meeting minutes to him for signature. Venio lowered his head to sign, then slipped off the podium with his tail clipped like a losing dog.

"This is really a good start." Robespierre applauded and said to Dandong next to him over and over.

"Venio always likes to pretend to be a hero, but I know that this guy is about the same size as a rabbit. It only takes a few people with spears to shout two slogans outside his residence to frighten him. "Dandong said disdainfully. Now that the Brissotite guys rejected his goodwill to reconcile, they must bear his malice.

With this beginning, the entire Brisso faction is almost tottering. Fortunately, Condorcet was the next one. Hearing the host yelling his name, Condorcet stood up and strode towards the podium. He stepped onto the podium, looked around at the crowd, and then said loudly: "You all know what I have always advocated, and the people who chose me recommended me to represent them. I hope that your vote can be worthy of history and the voters you represent. As for me. The choice, my choice is-pardon!"

Some people clapped their hands, while others blew their whistle and cheered. Soon there was a sound of insulting outside.

But with Condorcet’s example, the next few Brissot parliamentarians finally stood firm and voted for the pardon.

But the few MPs who voted were all Jacobins, and their attitude was very firm. They all shouted, "Lamort!" without hesitation.

The votes of both sides rose alternately, and Joseph Fouché watched nervously at the alternately rising votes-the two sides bite very tightly, and there were only a few votes when the gap was greatest.

Fouché took a deep breath. He was the last one to vote. He could continue to wait and take a look at his style. He looked around for a moment, and began to figure in his mind how the remaining people would vote, and how their votes would affect the final result.

Voting is continuing. Whenever a member of the assembly casts a death penalty vote, there will be deafening cheers from outside the parliament hall, and whenever a member of the parliament casts a pardon, there will also be a volcanic eruption outside. Scolding.

Time slowly passed, and it was already night, but the people surrounding them did not leave. On the contrary, more and more people were surrounding here. Many people came here after part-time work. They lit a torch, surrounded the council, cheered at it for a while, cursed loudly for a while, and after a while ~www.novelmtl.com~ they just sang. First, "Slave's War Song", and then another song called "Everything Will Be Alright" that became popular in the September Massacre:

"It will be fine,

Will be fine,

Everything will be fine,

The nobles were hung from the street lamp poles.

Will be fine,

It will be fine..."

In this song, the vote is still going on, the remaining people are no longer there, but the gap in the number of votes is still small. The number of votes in favor of the execution of the king is slightly higher, but among the remaining members, the Brissots are Want more. If these people vote for the pardon, then the number of pardon votes may be able to catch up.

Fouché passed the current number of votes and the remaining number of both sides in his mind again, and the outcome is still unclear. But he can no longer watch it any longer, and it will soon be his turn to vote.

He knew that he had betrayed Robespierre, and Robespierre was never a magnanimous person. He also offended Dandong, and the Roland and his wife basically investigated the things against Dandong. Dandong must also hate him deeply. but……

Fouché looked around the remaining Brissots who were still able to vote, and saw that they were pale and gleaming. He knew these people were shaking, and they couldn't handle the pressure outside.

"There were ten people hesitated, and at least half of them would betray. In this way, Louis was dead." Seeing the weakness of the lawmakers, Fouché immediately made this judgment.

"Joseph Fouché." The host called his name.

Fouché stood up, smiled and looked around at his former teammate, then stepped firmly onto the podium and said loudly, "Lamort!"