Chapter 237: Secret Attack

Chapter 238: Secret Attack

The gang member glared at the church in the distance and shouted at the crowd: "Don't be fooled by those priests. Their food will only be distributed until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. If we don't want to starve, we have to rely on ourselves!"

According to the requirements of their boss, the spy of the Duke of Orleans, they must incite a riot of at least 500 people today to get their wages.

And now, there are only a hundred or so people gathered around them - there are evil-minded people everywhere, and even if there is food, these people want to go to the nobles' homes to fish in troubled waters. They have robbed a lot of property these days.

Until five o'clock in the afternoon, the riot team did not gather 200 people. The gang leader who led the group cursed and asked the crowd to disperse, and returned to his residence with his brothers.

Seeing this, the shoemaker across the street immediately stood up and whispered, "Sir, they left."

"Sit down first." Prosper, who pretended to be a customer, calmly put on his boots and waited for a moment before signaling to the dozen or so "citizens" standing or leaning around him, "Follow your target."

Those people nodded imperceptibly and followed some of the rioters from a distance.

Prosper took two people and followed the gang members in person.

According to the instructions of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, this riot broke out quickly and spread extremely quickly. There must be someone behind the scenes inciting it.

The most important task of the Police Intelligence Department at present is to find out the black hand that instigated the riot. People from the Police Intelligence Department have been in place in the southern provinces, and Montpellier, which was the most violent, was personally in charge of Prosper.

The gang members entered a two-story building in the west of the city. Prosper walked around the house and saw that there were minions guarding the front and back doors, and he was already 70% sure in his heart.

At two o'clock in the morning, Seba, the leader of the Corpse Gang, was awakened from his sleep by someone pointing a gun at his head.

"You, who are you?" He looked at Prosper and roared fiercely, "You will regret it if you dare to mess with the Corpse Gang!"

"Night Fire Gang." Prosper spat out three words. These people are very useful, so he still needs some performance.

"Gangs in Adeg Town?" Seba stiffened his neck, "This is not your territory!"

Prosper smiled and said, "I heard that you have made a fortune recently. To be honest, I want to do this business."

Although Seba was extremely reluctant, he finally told the address of the "big man" under the threat of a pistol - that was what he got from sending his younger brother to secretly follow the "big man".

Prosper left and came back before dawn, announcing to the members of the Corpse Gang: "The business now belongs to the Night Fire Gang, and the big guys only contact me. And you, 2 livres per person per day, do you want to do it or not?"

In fact, he had just led the police intelligence department, with the cooperation of the secret police, to the hotel that Seba mentioned to arrest two people, and searched the room for thousands of livres and some riot plans.

The two men have not confessed yet, but it is basically certain that they are the ones who are manipulating the riots in Montpellier.

Although Seba is dissatisfied with the halving of "wages", it is still a good income.

So after the Night Fire Gang promised not to invade the territory of the Corpse Gang, he reluctantly agreed.

Prosper then asked him to gather all the gang members and prepare to do a big deal.

At the same time, similar scenes appeared in the southern provinces of France.

The efficiency of the church is very good, at least better than the French bureaucracy. The grain in the cellar was taken out by the priests in bags, and the food shortage was soon alleviated, and the hungry people dispersed.

The police intelligence department also attacked everywhere.

The spies privately raised by the Duke of Orleans were no match for the national intelligence agency, and most of the people who organized the riot fell into the control of the police intelligence department.

...

Northeast France.

Strasbourg.

Marshal François, who was also the Duke of Broglie, leaned back in his chair, looked at the cypress trees under the scorching sun outside the window, and said in the old-fashioned tone unique to soldiers: "So, the riots in the south have been quelled?"

His son, Charles Louis Victor hesitated for a moment and replied: "That's roughly it, father. There are still riots in Foix, Béarn and other places. You know, even in good years, there are often things going on in those places."

In the southern border provinces of France, there have always been separatist forces active. In other poor and mountainous areas, even if the food shortage disappears, people there still greedily rob rich families everywhere.

Marshal François nodded slowly: "Has anyone executed the order of the royal family?"

Louis Victor knew that he was referring to the order to recall the officers: "As far as I know, no, father. It is obvious that if you leave the station, you will lose everything."

The marshal sighed, but he was somewhat fortunate that he was too old and his son was useless, so he did not get involved in the affairs of Marquis Luckner and others.

Although as a stakeholder, he still returned to the station to express his support for the military group, but at least he did not threaten the royal family, so there was still room for maneuver.

He stared at the halo produced by the sun in a trance, and shook his head slightly after a while: "If it drags on like this, Marquis Luckner and others will fall into the quagmire. Is the result doomed?"

Finally, decades of political experience helped him make a decision, and he looked up and said to his son: "Victor, get ready, we are going to Paris."

The latter was shocked: "You want to betray..."

The marshal, who was over seventy years old, shook his head: "I am only loyal to His Majesty the King, and there is no betrayal. Oh, don't forget to write to the Palace of Versailles to report our decision."

…

January 24, 1789.

South-central France, Foret department.

It is already close to the Provence region, and less than 100 kilometers further south, you can reach Montpellier.

Wearing a brand new cavalry uniform, Joseph galloped past amid the cheers of the soldiers on the roadside, smiling and waving in response to the soldiers from time to time.

After the Battle of Tunisia, his riding skills improved significantly, and he developed calluses on his legs, which made him much more relaxed during the march. Although riding a horse was tiring, it was much easier than walking.

As for the carriage, in order to hide the whereabouts of the army, he chose remote roads. Riding in the carriage was tantamount to torture.

Thanks to the fact that more than one-third of the wooden track from Paris to Lyon has been laid, the Guards Corps' early marching speed was extremely fast, reaching 38 kilometers per day.

However, after the wooden track section ended, the speed dropped back to less than 30 kilometers, but it was still very fast.

The most pitiful one is the Mulan Army. Although they had trained with the Guards Corps in Tunisia for a while, their marching speed still could not keep up.

In order not to fall behind, Andre kept restricting the formation every day - this was the biggest obstacle to increasing the marching speed - almost shouting that he was hoarse.