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Most of the National Guard Corps commanders smelled the conspiracy that permeated the air of the National Guard Command. Looking at the smiling General Magnan, an absurd idea rushed out of their hearts.

Could it be that the president is about to launch a military coup?

Although the commanders had heard from their respective sources that the President was about to launch a military coup, none of the commanders had ever believed that a military coup would take place in late 1850.

The reason for this illusion of time concept, in addition to the repeated "wolf is coming" effect, is a little presidential term. With more than a year to go, most politicians believe that even if the president wants a coup, it will not be now, and he still has plenty of time to talk through the Legislative Assembly to extend his term.

There is a great risk in a military coup, and the president will never carry out a military coup unless it is absolutely necessary.

Who would have thought that the president used this characteristic of them to carry out a military coup!

Thinking of this, the legion commanders subconsciously glanced at the gate of the National Guard Headquarters mansion.

Some regiment commanders suspected that a large number of soldiers had been ambushed outside the gate.

Since the president did not inform them of the military coup, it means that the president does not trust them.

For those who hold part of the military power in Paris (the regular army looks down on this group of National Guards), they are not trusted groups.

The best way is to go under house arrest.

The commander of the National Guard Corps present subconsciously swallowed, and many people had embarrassed smiles on their faces.

"Generals, now you wait for victory with me!" General Magnion leisurely folded his legs together, and sat on the red soft velvet seat back chair that belonged to the commander, the old **** said.

Most of the regiment commanders gave up their "struggle" and sat down. A few "stubborn" regiment commanders expressed to General Magnan that they wanted to go to the regiment to command the troops and prevent the National Guard troops from clashing with the army.

"Please!" General Magnan did not stop him in the slightest, and the two legion commanders had smiles on their faces, and they hurriedly thanked General Magnan.

Looking at the backs of them leaving, Magnion's mouth outlined a sinister smile, which was hidden behind his folded hands.

After the two legion commanders left the mansion, two gunshots were heard outside the mansion.

The legion commanders who stayed in the mansion did not understand the meaning of the gunshots, and they looked at General Magnion with astonishment.

General Magnion gestured to Fleury, who was standing beside him, with his eyes, and Fleury walked out of the mansion knowingly.

After a while, Fleury entered the mansion again, he sighed and said regretfully: "Commander, two generals died because of the riots in Paris!"

"That's really a pity!" Magnion also said to the army commander present with a pitying expression: "The two generals did not die on the battlefield, but died under the arrows!"

The legion commanders present were all frightened by Magnan's decisiveness. Although these legion commanders were Magnan's subordinates, in terms of army level, they had the same military rank as General Magnion's, except that General Magnion's rank was the same. Positions are much higher than they are.

[In the 1850s, there was no perfect military rank system in Europe, especially the general system was chaotic. With the development of the times, the military rank system of European countries has gradually improved. By the time of World War I, no general could leap from the rank of major general to the rank of marshal again. 】

General Magnion's decisiveness succeeded in deterring the group of army commanders who were trying to kill snakes and rats. All the army commanders did not dare to act rashly, for fear that General Magnion would kill chickens and monkeys again.

Except, of course, with the exception of the Ninth Legion, stationed near the Palais Bourbon.

Since General Saint Arnault refused to execute the parliament to establish direct troops, the parliament, realizing that the military power was falling, urgently dispatched the most "loyal" National Guard Ninth Corps to guard the security near the Bourbon Palace and maintain the order of the Bourbon Palace.

In order to hold on to this corps tightly, the Parliament mandated that the Ninth Corps could refuse even if the National Guard Headquarters called it up.

The actions of the National Guard aroused protests from Changarnier, who was the commander of the National Guard at the time. In order to unite the Changarnier Parliament, only a small concession could be made to Changarnier. The Ninth Army also served as the commander of the National Guard in Changarnier. Period strictly follow the instructions.

When Changarnier was ousted by Jerome Bonaparte with a tough attitude, the Ninth Legion, sandwiched between the Parliament and the President, fell into a temporary confusion.

When they came back to their senses, the Party of Order camp staged another farce of splitting, and the issue of the ownership of the Ninth Legion was even more unclear.

Jerome Bonaparte, who won the victory of the Parliament and the regular army, seems to have selectively forgotten this legion. Until now, they are still dutifully guarding the security of the Bourbon Palace, so that no one can take advantage of it.

At 2 a.m. on December 2, the Ninth Legion was about to usher in a crisis.

In an obscure and dark neighborhood, the Bourbon Palace, which symbolizes the legislative authority of the Second Republic, stands proudly in the shadows, as if covered with a black veil.

Since the outbreak of the February Revolution and the establishment of the Second Republic among the ruins of the Orleans dynasty, the Palais Bourbon has become the hall of the National Assembly, an insurmountable holy place for the entire French Republic.

Every day, hundreds of parliamentarians gather here. They quarrel over matters big and small in the country, argue over the budget of one franc, and question the unclear central finance. The entire Bourbon Palace is like a vegetable market in the Saint-Denis neighborhood. , the sacred solemn atmosphere that covered the Palais Bourbon was diluted by the world and money. Only when night fell and the councilors left the Bourbon Palace, the Bourbon Palace was able to restore its due solemnity and euphemism.

A National Guard soldier on duty raised his chest and proudly looked at the Bourbon Palace behind the barricades, and then he glanced at the empty street ahead, and slowly became sleepy. Late-night inspections are undoubtedly the most drowsy period, in addition to enduring the deep night, but also enduring endless loneliness. After a while, the soldier no longer had the pride he had before. Now he just wants to get rid of this boredom and loneliness sooner, and return to the camp earlier to rest!

God seems to have heard the inner cry of the soldiers, but God's ears are a little bit back, and only the first half is heard!

Just when the soldiers were bored, there was a sound of tidying up on the other side of the dark and deep street.

Such a sound made the soldier feel alert, and he quickly held the MTL1842 musket behind him in his hand, squinting at the shady scene.

After half a minute, hazy figures appeared in the darkness. They queued up neatly, moved in an orderly manner, and even the footsteps remained surprisingly consistent.

who is it?

The soldiers looked suspiciously at the shadows overlapping in front of them, and the guns in their hands could not help but tremble slightly.

A team that can keep pace, there is no one else but the army.

As the shadows got closer, the soldiers' guns trembled even more, and the soldiers finally saw them clearly.

Omg! Exactly what I thought!

"You...what do you want to do!" The soldier asked the orderly army in front of him with a shaky voice with his mouth widened!

"Soldier! What do you want to do? Do you want to fight with us?" the leading officer said sharply to the soldier.

"I...I..." Facing the seemingly endless army in front of him, the soldier's heart was even more frightened and fearful. He couldn't help but step back and carefully observe the officer in front of him to win over.

"Get out of the way! Don't get in the way!" the officer ordered the poor National Guard soldier again.

"I... I can't let it come!" Although the soldier was very scared, out of duty, he gritted his teeth and asked, "Which army do you belong to! What do you want to do! You know how to ram the National Assembly? Is there any punishment?"

The soldiers wanted to use the name of the National Assembly to scare the unfriendly army in front of them.

However, the National Assembly that the soldiers moved out did not frighten the soldiers. The officer waved his hand gently, and the soldiers lined up in two groups in the shadows quickly approached the soldiers in the form of skirmish lines.

This tidal-like offensive made the soldiers even more afraid to act rashly!

At this moment, a soldier who was about to replace him walked out of the tent around the Bourbon Palace station. With sharp eyes, he saw the confrontation outside the Bourbon Palace in the distance, and quickly woke up the surrounding crowd. .

A group of soldiers rushed to the barricade for reinforcements before the commander's order.

"You are an excellent soldier! I don't expect you to waste your life in this meaningless place!" The officer said slowly to the soldier in front of him: "My name is Leboeuf, Brigadier General, President's Adjutant! Now I will be President Order, order you to remove the roadblocks, or you will be dealt with by us on the charge of betraying the motherland!"

"President? What evidence do you have!" The soldier's heart was a little inclined that the army in front of him was ordered by the president~www.NovelMTL.com~ However, the purpose of the president sending troops to occupy the Bourbon Palace is probably a military coup!

The soldier, who regrets his involvement in the president's fight with the Legislative Assembly, is now caught in a dilemma.

Just as the soldiers were hesitating, the officer headed by the reinforcements was the highest commander of the garrison, the commander of the Ninth Corps.

"Who are you?" the legion commander asked Leboeuf again.

Leboeuf immediately handed over a War Department order and presidential papers to the commander of the Ninth Corps.

With the help of the hanging lanterns, the commander of the Ninth Corps could clearly see the contents of the two letters.

The first was the immediate transfer of the Ninth Legion to the outskirts of Saint-Denis, and the second was a letter from the President to the National Assembly.

After reading it, the Legion Commander had a bitter smile on his lips. He knew that sooner or later he would be forced to make a choice between the President and the Legislative Assembly.

I didn't expect the time left for myself to be so short.

"General, the 1st Paris Division has all entered Paris!" Brigadier General Leboeuf threatened in a low voice: "My 2nd Brigade has already occupied the main traffic road near the Bourbon Palace. I hope you can help your soldiers. think about it!"

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