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Chapter 72 Come For The King
Louis XVI never thought that he would have this day. If it fell into Roland's hands, at least the life of the Temple Tower would still go on.

Then Robespierre gave Louis XVI an extremely dangerous feeling.

The king was keenly aware that this guy's speech at the Champ de Mars was not just a talk, he really wanted to execute himself.

It was already late at night, and Louis XVI suddenly felt a sore nose when he looked at his family members who couldn't help sleeping soundly because of exhaustion.

Since when did he fall to this point.

It started with the decision to subsidize the Americans; it started with him being forced to make concessions to the nobles; it started with the disastrous third-level meeting;

Louis XVI looked at the moon outside the window, the other party's light seemed quite dim, the entire sky seemed to have no light, and the black clouds like ink covered little by little from the west, covering the entire sky.

The king withdrew his gaze, and the room became darker at this time, and the light from the oil lamp and fireplace could only illuminate a corner of the room.

Louis XVI put his palm on the crown prince's head, and the little guy's curly hair was very comfortable to touch.

Just how long can we touch it? Louis XVI raised his hand and put it down helplessly.

The king thinks he can die, the queen can die, but children should not be treated like this.

Louis XVI thought silently.

"If you can get out, you can send the children to Vienna. As the children's uncle, Leopold II should take good care of them.

Even if the other party doesn't look at this relationship, relying on the blood of the children and the Habsburg dynasty's longing for the unification of Germany for so many years.

He was also convinced that the other party wanted to help the restoration, but the chances were too slim, and he didn't even know where his family was being imprisoned. "

There were sporadic cannon shots in the distance, and Louis XVI knew that it was the Jacobin army fighting against Roland's major general named Napoleon Bonaparte.

The king couldn't help but sneered.

"It is said that France no longer needs a king, but you still have to use your brains for this crown."

In the camp outside the city, Napoleon was talking to Roland.

"So, we can't break into Paris, right? Bonaparte."

Roland had calmed down from the initial rage at this time. He flipped through the battle report handed in by Napoleon and asked casually.

"I'm sorry, Chairman Roland, Dumouriez came too fast, and with the help of the mob in Paris, it's not easy for them to take down Paris.

Unless we recklessly bombard the walls with artillery, but even that will take time. "

Napoleon apologized slightly.

Roland was silent for a while. Instead of insulting Dumouriez, a traitor, he changed the topic and asked.

"What do you think of the proposal of Louis Mathieu and Jacques-Pierre Blanche (both leaders of the Royalist Party)? Bonaparte."

Napoleon thought for a while and said.

"It's not necessary, Chairman Roland, our position is ultimately against the monarchy.

What's more, with our strength, we shouldn't be threatened in the first place.

Robespierre's behavior is already trampling your face. "

The two talked for a while in the camp before ending.

When Napoleon walked out of the tent, the cold winter wind immediately dispelled the warmth from his body. He let out a sigh, fetched a torch, and walked towards his tent.

On a certain tower in the city of Paris, under the dim sky, a ray of light flashed across.

On the city wall at the Gate of Saint-Martin, several soldiers who were watching the night had fallen limply on the ground at this time, and an officer led several men in black into a certain street in Paris.

Inside the Ottoman embassy in Paris, Kalemani Pasha was explaining to his spies the tasks for tonight.

"According to the news I got, there will be two waves of people in Paris tonight to take action to snatch Louis XVI, and we are the third wave. Just let him be rescued."

As Kalemani Pasha's words fell, a group of spies began to act.

Paris, which is almost completely plunged into darkness, is destined to be difficult to calm down tonight.

On the eaves, on the towers, in the alleys, there are shadows moving everywhere.

Louis XVI completely underestimated the importance of him or his crown. Not only the army moved for him, everyone in the shadows moved for him.

"Boss, there's hardly anyone there. How about we go in and sleep?"

In the custody of Louis XVI, a guard was yawning, he casually asked his captain.

"George, you idiot, don't let your guard down, there's a big guy in here.

If something happened to him, you just waited to sleep for the rest of your life. "

The captain cursed with hatred.

The scolded soldier returned to his post with an aggrieved expression on his face, while the night watchman next to him let out a burst of laughter.

Suddenly, a crossbow arrow pierced the air from a distance, and hit the captain's throat. The captain who was still teaching the soldiers just now fell to the ground, blood and tears flowed out, and soon stained the floor beneath him.

There was another burst of muffled humming, the soldiers in this area were treated the same as the captain.

Only the soldier named George, because of a nap, the crossbow arrows just grazed his scalp.

He woke up suddenly and saw the miserable condition of his former comrades. He shouted "enemy attack" while running towards the depths of the courtyard.

Another cold light flashed by, and the soldier fell to the ground all of a sudden.

Not long after, he stood up again, and the corpse of his comrade tripped him just now, allowing him to escape the fatal attack again.

Looking at the alarmed guards, the royalist spies could no longer restrain their anger.

The man in black in front waved his hand and said.

"Failed to sneak in, just do it directly."

The black shadows filed out and headed towards the courtyard.

Hiding on the tower, the secret agents belonging to Kalemani Pasha were also dispatched, and they had to complete the task.

There was constant fighting in the courtyard, the royalist spies were all good players, and the guards seemed to be irresistible.

Louis XVI, who was sitting indoors, heard the fighting outside. He felt an unstoppable shudder all over his body, and hurried to the window with an oil lamp.

The royalist spies immediately saw this light, and they rushed in the direction of the light.

At this time, Robespierre arranged here, and the spy who was supposed to stop the enemy was entangled by Karmani Pasha's men.

With the help of a strong accent from the Gironde province in southern France, the Ottoman agent almost directly identified himself as Roland's man.

Blood flowers bloom in the courtyard, which are thorns on the road to the crown.

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