Chapter 447 Meet Napoleon's Illegitimate Son Again?

France, Paris.

Louis Philippe looked very unhappy in the Tuileries Palace because he had not received any news from Britain. In fact, except Louis Philippe himself, no one else had any hope for this.

Because the so-called temporary suspension was a death sentence for the Anglo-French alliance.

What should be considered now is to stop the loss, rather than continue to entangle with the British.

However, His Majesty the King has not given up the dream of joining forces with Britain to divide the world, and Prime Minister Soult, an old man who is about to retire, does not seem to care about the fate of France.

Although this dying old man seems to be knocked down by the wind at this time, it is not easy to get him to hand over the power in his hands.

Soult felt that the entire French cabinet was full of mediocre people, and only Guizot was okay, but he was driven away by His Majesty the King.

Soult has been speculating all his life, and even Napoleon has been betrayed several times, but he hates speculators the most.

Soult didn't use any of those who came to him after seeing Thiers's fall from power, and he even often helped the former prime minister solve some minor problems.

As long as it didn't involve money, Soult was still very generous.

Although he was arrogant, greedy, speculative, and had no loyalty, he was an excellent strategist and a management master.

France is in chaos now, but the rebels will be ruthlessly attacked by the French army as long as they have the slightest intention of expanding outward.

In a sense, the current chaos can even be said to be created by Louis Philippe and the Orleans faction. They need this uprising to reduce the influence of the Bonapartists, so this chaos can last so long.

As long as the money or the order is in place, Soult can immediately mobilize the army to quell the rebellion with a single order, just like last time.

Lyon, Rhône Province.

Southeastern France, close to Switzerland and the Kingdom of Sardinia. That's why the rebels always come back to life, and the French border troops also know this, so they always make money easily.

At this time, the armed forces in the Lyon area were becoming stronger and stronger due to the Bonapartists' ineffective suppression. Bonapartist General Vieille had no soldiers to send at this time, only a group of gendarmes who could not fight at all, pacing back and forth in the headquarters, obviously very angry.

Vieille Pollard had not participated in the Napoleonic Wars, nor had any military merits. He had only relied on boasting and business management to get to the top of the Bonapartist party in more than ten years.

He had never fought a war, and had never even killed a chicken.

The previous battles with the rebels not only made no progress, but also suffered losses. This gave the royalists and Orleansists a handle to laugh at him for not being able to lead troops to fight, but the Bonapartists could not retreat, and he could not retreat, because if he retreated, he would be dismissed and replaced by someone from another faction.

In this way, Vieille Pollard would never have the opportunity to climb up again. He had always had a dream, that is, to become the French emperor through a coup like Napoleon, as for dominating the world? Unifying Europe? He didn't have that plan, he just wanted wealth and glory

However, Vieille Pollard was pushed to a position he shouldn't be in, and became a victim of the power struggle between factions within France. This made him very unwilling

Suddenly a voice interrupted Vieille Pollard's thoughts.

"Report! There is an urgent military situation!"

"Come in."

Vieille Pollard looked at the sentry in front of him impatiently. His clothes were loose and his boots seemed to be one size bigger. He walked like a duck and was exactly the same as those mud legs. He was poor, which made him pinch his nose and frowned.

"What's the matter? Tell me quickly!"

"Report to the general, there is a man outside who said he has a way to help you quell the uprising in Lyon." The sentry said.

Vieille Pollard sneered. He had seen so many people like this recently that he thought it was his chance to make a name for himself. Little did they know that a good cook cannot cook without rice. Without soldiers, no god can enter the city of Lyon, let alone the bloody street fighting.

"Let him go!" Viel Pollard said unhappily.

"General, he said he knew you had no soldiers to use, and he could quell the rebellion without any of your soldiers." The sentry said again.

This time Viel Pollard was a little surprised, but still didn't believe it, just said it casually.

"Let him in."

"He's here." The sentry said.

Viel Pollard said casually.

"Where is he?"

Only then did he realize that the sentry in front of him was the one who wanted to see him.

"You?"

"It's me. My name is Charles, you can call me Mr. Charles."

Only then did Viel Pollard see the other person's face clearly, and the young face was smiling contemptuously. There was no doubt that this was a mockery of him, after all, outsiders had mixed into his own barracks without his knowledge.

This was a shame for the officer, but Viel Pollard was "airdropped" to the Lyon area to take over this mess. He had no serviceman besides an adjutant, so he was in such a mess.

Fortunately, Viel Pollard did not have any arrogant self-esteem. As long as the other party could really help him solve the crisis at hand, it would not be a problem for him to call the other party master.

"So, Mr. Charles, how are you going to help me?"

Viel Pollard's attitude changed so quickly that the other party was a little surprised, and even felt that he had come to the wrong place for a moment.

After a brief embarrassment, the young man named Charles spoke slowly.

"I can persuade those civilians to go back home, and the remaining thugs are only a few dozen people, and they can't defend the entire city at all. They can only choose to escape.

Of course, I can also let those civilians bring the thugs to justice, but that's another price."

"Why should I believe you." Viel Pollard sneered.

"You should believe me." Charles answered slowly.

"I don't think we need to talk anymore."

Viel Pollard was ready to order him to leave, because he had already sensed a hint of danger and smelled a business opportunity, so he started to bargain and suppress the other party's arrogance first, so as to prevent the other party from asking too outrageous a price.

"Aren't you going to ask the price?" The young man obviously wanted to continue the conversation, which was exactly what Viel Pollard wanted, thinking "Sure enough, he is still too young."

"What price?"

This mercenary face made Charles feel sick, but he really admired the speed of the other party's change.

"I want a general."

"No!" Vieille Pollard answered decisively. He even thought he had heard wrong, or that the other party was a lunatic?

"Then a colonel is fine." Charles continued to answer.

"Who do you think you are?" Vieille Pollard said angrily.

"Napoleon's son." Charles answered slowly.

There are many legends about Napoleon's illegitimate children, mainly because almost every single mother would say this to her son.

He has heard the legend of "General Napoleon, Two or Three Stories with Someone's Mother" so many times that his ears are calloused. This one in front of him is the most outrageous.

It looks like he is only a teenager, and Napoleon has been dead for more than 20 years. How can people believe this?