Stacks of leaflets exude the unique smell of ink. Spies in overalls are transporting these leaflets in the long underground waterway.
A total of 1.5 million leaflets must be placed among the marchers this morning, so careful planning must be carried out in advance.
The spies planned the streets for the parade in advance, estimated the maximum number of people each street could carry, and arranged the commanding heights in advance.
The major urban transformation of Paris was a major project that Napoleon III was very proud of. It was precisely because of his heavy investment that Paris became the most prosperous, clean and beautiful modern metropolis in the world at that time.
In particular, Paris's sewer system is the best in the world. Many areas can even be used for boating, and the water of the Seine River is introduced for flushing, so that the sewer system does not have the usual dirty impression that people are used to.
The waterways extending in all directions are as difficult to navigate as a maze. Although it can bring hygiene and cleanliness to the entire city, it is a pity that this complex terrain also gives all conspirators a hiding place.
Criminals run rampant here, the working class evades arrest here, and spies from various countries conduct secret operations here... The Paris police are not unaware of these dangers, but the underground waterways are too complicated, and their police force is too weak. .
For example, today, the police dropped into the sewers were unable to stop the actions of the Prussian spies. There were several police corpses lying strewn in the dirty muddy puddles. Next to them, the spies still acted according to their original plans.
No one thought that Pierre, the golden spy who had defected from France, had secretly sneaked into Paris. At this moment, he was standing under the iron fence of a small waterway, smoking a cigarette and looking at the scenery above his head.
Cigarettes flickered in the dim waterway, and the sunlight above the head poured into the small waterway like broken gold. This was a small alley near the Champs Elysées, and iron grid drains were quietly placed on the road. Countless feet trampled over it, tearing apart the wisps of sunlight.
The flow of people approaching the Champs Elysées has become too crowded. The front is crowded with people. Everyone wants to be closest to the Tuileries Palace, and everyone wants to hear the emperor's national celebration speech from the closest distance.
But this is impossible. Most people can only enjoy the bustling atmosphere from the outside!
No one among the tens of thousands of Parisian citizens on the street could have imagined that there was a group of lurkers waiting at their feet.
Pierre shook his head, avoiding the dazzling dizziness in the golden sunlight. He thought the lady was standing on top of his head, and Pierre could boldly admire the scenery in her skirt.
At the end of the 19th century, women did not wear pants. Everyone had to wear skirts, otherwise they would be considered deviant!
At that time, women's skirts were not as simple and casual as those of later generations. The more noble the women, the more complicated their skirts were. There was even a lining in the middle that had to be tied with wire to hold up the skirt.
This kind of skirt is very inconvenient to put on and take off, so for the sake of convenience, women can only choose hollow skirts!
Therefore, I would like to remind all time-travelers, if you travel to ancient times, don’t think about inventing sexy underwear to sell, there is no market for it!
Pierre looked at the scenery under her skirt for as long as a cigarette. It was not until the spy beside him reminded her in a low voice that he withdrew his nostalgic gaze.
"Sir! In twenty minutes, the French Emperor will deliver a National Day speech! Now all the leaflets have been delivered. According to the plan, you should evacuate Paris immediately..."
"The carriage is waiting in the suburbs. You should return home now!"
Pierre reluctantly took another look, "I really can't bear to part with you! I really want to see Napoleon III's last expression!"
"I'm sorry, sir, the head of state issued a strict order. If you refuse to leave, we will have to use force..."
"Listen! Listen quickly..." Before his men could finish speaking, Pierre suddenly tilted his ears and said, "It's Marseillaise! Are these people really brave enough to sing Marseillaise in front of the French Emperor?"
"Hahaha... I don't know what the Emperor felt when he heard this war song from the Revolutionary Period!"
"Okay, sir, no matter how you feel, you must evacuate here in advance..." Without saying a word, these subordinates picked up Pierre and walked deeper into the sewer.
No one paid attention to the tears in the corners of Pierre's eyes, and no one knew the torment he was feeling in his heart at this moment!
"I'm sorry, my motherland! I know you are about to face a disaster, but I can't stop it!"
"Don't blame me, don't blame me! Without blood and sacrifice, the new republic cannot be born! God knows everything I have done!"
"I just want to overthrow this empire, I just want to give the republic a new life!"
"Don't blame me, let alone the head of state! Because our enemy has never been the people of France, our enemy is the same!"
"Overthrow the emperor's brutal rule, overthrow the decadent oppression of all nobles! That's all..."
Pierre evacuated Paris, and the celebration above his head had reached its peak. The most famous opera goddesses in Paris walked onto the street. They stood on the carriage and on the second floor terrace, accompanied by the accompaniment of the band. Sing the Marseillaise together.
Hundreds of thousands of people on the street sang together, and the passionate war song resounded through the clouds, almost knocking off the roof of the Tuileries Palace!
"Long live France! Long live the Empire!"
"Fight to Jena! Crush Germany!"
Wave after wave of singing and cheering rushed towards the Tuileries Palace, which made Napoleon III feel so mixed in his heart!
The Tuileries Palace is located to the west of the Louvre and opposite the Champs Elysées, the largest street in Paris. It was the royal palace appointed by Napoleon I in order to avoid contemporaries like the Louvre and Versailles. A palace that equates to luxury.
The main entrance of the palace faces the street. At this moment, the main entrance has been opened. Representatives from all walks of life of Paris have poured into the garden. Behind them are hundreds of thousands of crowded citizens, all of whom are waiting for the emperor's speech of national celebration.
The door to the terrace has been opened. In the hall are the imperial officials and nobles from various European countries in costumes. Outside the terrace is an endless wave of people.
Ministers from various countries were sipping fine wine and constantly looking at the emperor's every move. Everyone knew what Marseillaise represented. Now facing the pressure of hundreds of thousands of people, what could the emperor do?
I saw Napoleon III's eyes rolling again and again, and suddenly smiled and said to the American Minister Washburn beside him, "The people still understand me! They know that only my Napoleon family is the true supporter of the fruits of the Revolution!"
"Without my uncle's military efforts, it would have been impossible to preserve the fruits of the Revolution!"
“Without the Napoleonic Code, how could the rights of the people be safeguarded?”
"Hahaha... In fact, the Great Revolution and my Bonaparte family are one and the same, and only my Bonaparte family is the real guardian of the fruits of the Great Revolution!"
