King's Landing in France

Chapter 226 Threesome

At this time, the National Assembly was adjourning at noon, and the congressmen who had been doing oral gymnastics for a day were discussing the debate just now in groups of three or five.

At this time a gentleman came quickly to Talleyrand and whispered something to him.

Fouche beside Talleyrand immediately raised his eyebrows sharply, and looked this way with concern.

Talleyrand noticed Fouche's gaze, and before asking a question, he lowered his voice and said, "Just now, it's like this, Frost..."

He confessed the news he had just received.

Fouche was stunned: "Send a public official directly to the guillotine. If we send it to the guillotine, at least the entire parliament will be required to vote as a jury."

Talleyrand: "Why do you pay attention to these unimportant places. The important thing is that he clearly ordered the troops not to follow the resolution of the parliament. Although it is only a small problem with the title of division general, but..."

Talleyrand didn't continue talking, looking at the big three Robespierre, Marat, and Dandong who were discussing with each other on the podium, their expressions were very complicated.

But Fouche directly pointed it out: "I am afraid that a de facto military dictatorship has already been formed. The three giants here together are not as powerful as the head outside."

Fouché had already pointed it out, and Talleyrand no longer concealed it, and took over the words: "Now you are only one battle away from the Lord Protector of France. As long as you can repel the coalition forces, you don't need a big victory, just a miserable victory... ...No, as long as there is a draw, Your Excellency will be our Caesar."

Talleyrand has been referring to General Frost in honorific terms throughout.

Fouché nodded: "Yes, your Excellency's journey from a cobbler to the most powerful person in France is a legend."

As Fouche said, he wondered whether he should go to Frost's hometown first and take care of the general—no, your Excellency's family.

Talleyrand, on the other hand, was clearly thinking of something else.

At this time, Robespierre ended his conversation with the other two giants, and began to hit the podium with a small hammer, informing the congressmen that it was time to meet again.

Members of Parliament came back to take their seats one after another.

When the people were almost seated, Robespierre was about to continue the topic just now, when Talleyrand suddenly stood up: "Your Excellency Speaker, I want to speak!"

The corner of Robespierre's mouth twitched. The Incorruptible was naturally at odds with Talleyrand, a chameleon, but Talleyrand funded the activities of the Jacobins in Paris to a certain extent, so Robespierre squeezed With a smile: "Please, Mr. Bishop."

Talleyrand came to the podium, cleared his throat, and then said sharply: "Yesterday, we passed a bill to change the military ranks of the former army to the ranks of the revolution and the Republic! But obviously, we ignored one thing. One thing, that is military rank, which plays a role in distinguishing superiors and subordinates in the army, and it plays a vital role in stabilizing the chain of command!
"Of course, our starting point is good, canceling the difference in titles to highlight the spirit of equality! But this will cause big problems on the battlefield!

"So, I suggest that this resolution be re-examined now, and a more detailed title that can distinguish the position in the chain of command is proposed!

"Your Excellency Frost is busy with military affairs and did not protest to us, but he has pointed out our mistakes with de facto actions!"

Talley talked eloquently, as if he had become the confidant of His Excellency General Frost in the parliament.

Fouche sat down and nodded again and again: "Talleyrand is still ruthless!"

**
Moreau ran again to the Paris Security Command and received the brigade flag of the No. 60 Seventh Battle Infantry Brigade.

He looked at the plain 67 flag written in Arabic numerals in his hand, and then looked up at the several military flags flying on the gate of the Palace of Versailles.

Those were the brigade flags of the [-]st Teaching Brigade serving as the general's direct guard, the regimental flags of the Ceremonial Knights, the Sunset Knights' regiments, and the company flags of the [-]st Accurate Shooter Company.

Each side of these flags has complex patterns, which look graceful and majestic, and one can tell that this army has a glorious history.

Mo Luo looked down at the flag in his hand again. On the blue, white and red colors of the Republic, 67 was printed, which was extremely perfunctory.

Mo Luo couldn't help pursing his mouth. Although he still can't accept that he has become the brigade commander commanding a brigade, seeing this simple brigade flag, he couldn't help but want to use his actions to add to the flag. some content.

Mo Luo sighed and looked up, just in time to see another officer looking at the simple brigade flag in his hand with the same bitter face.

The officer's brigade flag had 66 written on it.

Moreau remembered the general's words: "Don't refuse, the brigade commander of the 66th Brigade is still a writer!"

Moreau observed this "writer" carefully, but no matter how he looked at it, he didn't think it was like it: because he was too dark.

At this time, France does not have the influence of the emperor in West Africa, especially on the Mediterranean coast. Osman is still there at this time.

But the French are no strangers to blacks, because the French also opened many plantations in the New World, and they also participated in the triangular trade.

A very important purpose of the French Revolution was the liberation of colored people, but it has never formed a trend.

At this time, pointing to a black man and saying "this is a writer", Morrow could not believe it anyway.

He stepped forward curiously: "Excuse me, are you... a writer?"

The black man was taken aback and raised his head. Only then did Moreau realize that this man was not as dark as he thought. Judging by his skin color, he should be the illegitimate child of a French manor and a black maid in a colony like Haiti. .

This kind of illegitimate child is surprisingly common.

After all, this is France. The place that has more illegitimate children than France is probably Austria and Italy under Austrian rule.

"What?" The black man had a puzzled expression, "I...uh, although I have written sonnets, no one in Paris is willing to listen to my recitation. I am a private. You Woolen cloth?"

Moreau: "I'm a lawyer... Well, Your Excellency the General said you're a writer..."

The mixed-race man smiled wryly: "Ah, Your Excellency General, I don't know why you misunderstood me after seeing my surname."

Moreau: "Who are you? Oh sorry, I should introduce myself before asking for names. I'm Jean-Victor Marie Moreau, as I said, a lawyer."

The mulatto man held Moro's outstretched hand: "I am Thomas Alexandre Dumas. My family has been a nobleman in the army for four generations, but as you can see, because of my blood, I can only join the army from private."

Moreau: "Oh... the surname Dumas..."

"It's my mother's surname, because I can't enjoy the shade of my father's family in the army, so I just use my mother's name. I want to justify the name of my black mother!" Alexandre Dumas said confidently.

But he was discouraged immediately: "But... I shouldn't be allowed to be the brigade commander directly as a private."

Moreau: "Have you never learned how to be a brigade commander?"

"Of course I have studied. I have carefully studied all the knowledge required to become a qualified officer. But I have been a private in the French army for so long, and I have given up. I am going to be promoted to a sergeant before retiring and going home to retire. Yes, suddenly give me a brigade commander! Your Excellency the General is also very strange to say that I am a writer..."

In fact, An Ning made a mess of herself.He saw that this person was called Alexander Dumas, and then he was black again, thinking that this person was Alexandre Dumas.

However, this person is actually Dumas's father. According to his seniority, he should be called Dumas.

But at this time, no one can interpret this matter.

So Moreau could only stare at Dumas.

At this moment, a new commotion came from the headquarters.

"I protest! I want to see the general!" said a disheveled 40-year-old middle-aged man. "I'm an architect! I'm here to help you repair your fortress! I'm not here to command an infantry brigade !"

At this time, Moreau and Ju Dumas noticed the flag in the hands of the plausible middle-aged man: a simple 68 was displayed on the tricolor flag.

It looks like this is the commander of the 68th Battle Infantry Brigade.

The brigade commander was still yelling: "I'm an architect! I can only build things, I can't fight wars!"

Moreau and Dumas went together, holding the man's shoulders from left to right.

Moreau: "Brother, don't worry about it. I figured it out. Now, Your Excellency the General, I wish that all those who can read and can calculate artillery ballistics will be used as officers. I'm a lawyer, and that one over there is a writer..."

Ju Dumas: "I am a private! Not a writer!"

But your son's going to be, and he's going to be super good, so it doesn't matter.

The elder brother of the architect sighed: "Hey, I almost guessed it too. How can such an army fight!"

Moreau: "Relax, Your Excellency, our general, is still a cobbler. I am the commander of the 67th Battle Infantry Brigade, former lawyer Jean Victor Marie Moreau."

Ju Dumas: "I am Thomas Alexander Dumas, commander of the 66th Battle Infantry Brigade, a former private. I don't know why I was regarded as a writer."

The architect brother sighed, and shook hands with the two in turn: "I am the commander of the 68th Battle Infantry Brigade, a former architect, Jean-Baptiste Kleber, please give me your advice in the future."

(End of this chapter)