Chapter 1047: One Wave Has Not yet Subsided, Another Wave Has Come

At this time, the surname Napoleon was a golden signboard in France. The result of the election was no surprise. Louis Napoleon Bonaparte was elected with an overwhelming advantage.

Napoleon's return to the French political stage immediately aroused the vigilance of all parties. Lamartine even publicly declared that the biggest enemy of the republic was back.

However, Lamartine no longer had the reputation of the same period in history, and not many people agreed with his statement. They just thought that this romantic poet was worrying about nothing.

People like Cavaignac, Roland, and Bilfour regarded Louis Napoleon Bonaparte (later Napoleon III) as the biggest competitor.

Saying that he was a competitor may be a bit of a compliment to the latter. Although Louis Bonaparte won the by-election, the number of votes he received was still less than one-tenth of Bilfour.

(Louis Bonaparte was a satire of him by French politicians at the time, and it was also a common name in the historical community. This name is temporarily used in the book.)

Louis Bonaparte also knew this, so he quickly offered his research results in prison, "Eliminating Poverty".

For France at this time, nothing is more difficult to deal with than tens of thousands of poor people. The poverty of the people has reached an outrageous level.

During the Orleans Dynasty, French workers had an annual salary of about 750 francs, an average of two francs a day, but now they can only receive five francs a week, and their wages have dropped to one-third of the original.

The prices of most necessities of life have risen by more than 300%, and the prices of sugar and some condiments have even risen by more than fifty times.

In addition, big merchants control the prices and channels of raw materials, small merchants have gone bankrupt, and the market has been monopolized, leading to further price increases.

Eliminating poverty is indeed the most urgent call in the hearts of the French people at this time, and Louis Bonaparte's reputation has soared.

The parties who felt threatened immediately joined hands, and they wanted to work together to nip this threat in the bud.

So the question of whether Louis Bonaparte was eligible to vote once again became the focus of debate, but surprisingly, these forces combined together and still failed.

Finally, the Council of Five Hundred passed a resolution with a two-thirds majority, deciding to grant Louis Bonaparte French citizenship and the formal qualifications of a parliamentary representative.

It was drizzling on the streets of Paris at night, and a man wearing a soft felt hat (or a jazz hat) and a black windbreaker pushed the door and entered the bar.

Like most bars in the world at this time, this place was noisy and smelly, and the smell of alcohol and tobacco was particularly pungent.

There was no shortage of drunkards, prostitutes, pickpockets, coquettish waiters, and brokers who were asking for information everywhere, but the man seemed to have no interest in these.

His hat brim was pulled down so low that people could not see his face clearly. After entering the bar, he just found an empty corner and sat down and ordered a glass of rum.

About three quarters of an hour later, a middle-aged gentleman entered the bar with a crowd of people. The gentleman seemed to be an old acquaintance of the bar owner, and the two soon started chatting.

At this time, the man who had been sitting in the corner had come over at some point, and was only a few meters away from the gentleman. He put his hand into his pocket.

However, the next second, the man in the windbreaker found that he couldn't pull his hand out. He looked up and saw a man with clown makeup looking at him.

The man in the windbreaker whispered.

"Get lost."

The clown laughed.

"This is not London, it's July in France. It's too weird for you to dress like this."

"What do you care?"

Before the man in the windbreaker finished speaking, the severe pain in his abdomen made him open his eyes wide.

At some point, a dagger had been inserted into his abdomen. The dagger was repeatedly inserted and pulled out of his abdomen, stirring back and forth, but he couldn't say a word.

Finally, the clown let go of the hand of the windbreaker, and the former showed the bloody dagger in his hand to the latter.

With two rapid shakes, accompanied by a sound.

"Da La La Long~!"

The dagger actually disappeared from the clown's hand, but the man in the windbreaker didn't see the last performance. He was in shock due to excessive blood loss.

There was another unclaimed body on the streets of Paris at night.

The next day, Louis Napoleon announced that he would give up his parliamentary representative qualification.

"I am very happy that I was elected as a member of the four provinces of Paris, Yonne, Corsica and Lower Cherante. This is a reward for my thirty years of exile and six years of imprisonment.

I hope for order, and I hope to maintain a wise, great and free republic. If my election increases chaos, it will be counterproductive.

I hereby announce my resignation, and hope that France will prosper and become strong, and that peace will soon come. Please allow me to return to France as a citizen, a person who is most loyal to the motherland."

Louis Napoleon knew very well that the assassination of himself would not end, and the identity of a member of parliament could not protect himself at all, so he might as well give up.

Of course, he would not really give up, and the temporary departure was for a better return.

To be honest, Franz actually admired Napoleon III for this. He really could take it and let it go, unlike some people who could not leave it once they had tasted the power.

After hearing that Louis Napoleon had left Paris, Bilfort had no time to breathe a sigh of relief before urgent news came from the front that the prisoners released by the German coalition forces had mutinied.

The defeated soldiers held up the waste paper in Bilford's mouth and refused to continue to participate in the war against the Austrian Empire. The gendarmes didn't care about that. They regarded these people as deserters and beat them up from time to time.

"You cowards! Why don't you dare to fight the Germans with your hands and feet? Are you still French?"

Betra, the commander of the gendarmes who was responsible for monitoring the defeated soldiers, asked while chewing an apple. He enjoyed the feeling of occupying the moral high ground and scolding others, and he liked the way those people cried and admitted their mistakes to him.

Betra approached the defeated soldiers and scanned the crowd, deliberately looking for a soldier who looked thin, young, and dared not look at him.

Betra swung his arms and slapped him hard. The thin soldier was knocked to the ground on the spot, and then stepped on his chest.

"The motherland gave you glory and responsibility! But you repay him with failure?"

Betra threw the remaining apple hard on the soldier's face and said with his chin raised high.

"Listen, you cowards! The Germans are trampling on our land and slaughtering our people! And you chose to surrender!

I despise every one of you! You are a disgrace to France! You don't deserve to live! You don't deserve to be a Frenchman!"

After saying that, Betla kicked the soldier's side twice. The soldier's face was distorted due to the severe pain and tears flowed unconsciously.

A barely perceptible smile flashed across the corner of Betla's mouth. He felt that the heat was enough, so he picked up the soldier and asked viciously.

"Why are you crying?"

The soldier was obviously frightened and stuttered for a while.

"Are you crying because of fear? Or because of regret?"

Although Betla's tone in the first half of the sentence was still cold and hard, the second half of the sentence gave people a feeling of spring breeze.

"Because of regret."

Betla nodded with satisfaction, and then asked in a persuasive way.

"Is it because you failed to turn the tide on the battlefield? Failed to win glory for the motherland and family? Is it because you were captured?"

In Betla's memory, the soldier would nod and admit it, and then he only needed to pat the other's shoulder and say a few words of encouragement and praise, and the other would definitely work hard for him wholeheartedly.

Other soldiers would also learn from the defeated soldier and cry and confess to him.

After this education, they would also admire him as the gendarmerie commander, and then Betla would select some of the most loyal and brave soldiers to join his gendarmerie.

The soldier choked and wanted to say something, and Betla deliberately pretended to be friendly and leaned his ear over. This was a great opportunity to show his sympathy for the soldiers.

But Betla never expected that the thin soldier who looked like he had no fighting power would suddenly jump up and bite his ear.

"My ear!"

Betla pushed the soldier away, but his ear was torn off immediately.

The soldier spit the bloody ear in his mouth on the ground and stepped on it hard and said.

"I hate it so much! I hate why I put down my weapons, otherwise I could have shot you just now! Are we cowards?

When we were fighting bloody battles with the German coalition on the battlefield, you were still fucking a woman in bed! Have you ever tried hiding in the ruins and being bombarded by German artillery for more than ten days? Have you seen the German war beasts in the air?

I have seen it!

My family has starved to death! They starved to death as soon as I left! Such a country! Such a government! Who am I doing it for? For you arrogant parasites? "

"Shoot! What the hell are you doing?"

Betra cursed as soon as he ran away.

At this time, the gendarmes on the side reacted and raised their guns to shoot at the defeated soldier.

The defeated soldier wanted to say something after being shot more than a dozen times, but the blood bubble blocked his throat and he could only fall down unwillingly.

But there were many people who thought the same as the thin defeated soldier, and a defeated officer shouted immediately.

"We're going to die anyway! We won't betray our oath even if we die! We must at least die with dignity! Fight them!"

"Fight!"

"Kill!"

The defeated soldiers immediately rushed to the nearest gendarmes, who had seen blood, and Franz did not deliberately break up their organization.

In other words, these defeated soldiers who had seen blood still had a relatively complete organization. Seeing someone leading them and a familiar leader, the defeated soldiers burst out with amazing fighting power.

The gendarmes were finished, as they had never thought that the army would collectively mutiny.

These gendarmes had no problem dealing with some fledgling recruits, or suppressing some panicked deserters, but at this time they were facing established veterans.