Wails were everywhere in the wounded barracks. Soldiers with broken arms and legs were wailing miserably all night long. The soldiers who had just been carried didn't even have anesthesia, so they had their legs cut off by a group of military doctors.
The soldiers in the corner kept coughing and vomiting blood. The gauze on their chests was soaked, but no one changed it. There were countless wounded soldiers who died in the field hospital. The corpses could only be temporarily piled in an empty room, and no one cared about them. buried.
This battle has completely drained the souls of 100,000 French troops. The eyes of all the soldiers are empty. The French Emperor walked among the soldiers, and no one even looked at him.
This is a scene more terrifying than hatred. If the soldiers were unwilling to pay attention to him because they hated the French Emperor, Napoleon III would feel better.
But this is not the case now. At this moment, the entire army has no soul. The soldiers' eyes are empty and their thoughts are numb. There is no god in their eyes.
Even if the King of France walked in front of him, they didn't react!
This was the end of the empire. Napoleon III turned away from the wounded barracks miserably, clutching his painful appetite, and returned to the central fortress under the protection of Senator Raul and the last few palace guards loyal to him.
At three o'clock in the morning, the French Emperor put on his gorgeous military uniform and sat alone by the bed without saying a word, just like a walking zombie in a daze.
Councilor Raul was very anxious outside the door. He kept lying at the door to persuade the French Emperor.
"Your Majesty, please don't let your imagination run wild... Everything has a chance, and we still have a chance to make a comeback!"
"Prince Karl has said privately that their purpose in this war is not to subvert France or to military occupation. What they want is only actual benefits!"
"Don't let your imagination run wild. We have a chance to make a comeback... Even if it doesn't work out this time, there is still hope for you to step down for a short time and return to the Crown Prince..."
At first glance, Raul was still a loyal royalist MP. The anxious expression on his face was not fake. He was really afraid that the French Emperor would commit suicide if he couldn't think of it!
"France will ultimately have to rely on the rule of the Bonaparte family to achieve glory. Those republicans and leftist thugs have no idea what it means to govern a country!"
"They only know how to make peace. They have no idea how to make the country's military stronger. If the motherland is left in their hands, the final outcome will be nothing but destruction!"
"When the people wake up after repeated failures, they will remember the benefits of the Bonaparte family! By then, the people will once again use their votes to send the prince to power!"
"If we can restore it once, we can restore it a second time! Your Majesty, you must have confidence..."
Councilor Raul's eyes shone like a fox, "Don't worry, the people may be hostile to the empire because of bread and milk, but this is temporary..."
"Human nature is so wonderful. When they get through this period, when they have bread and milk to eat, they will look forward to something else when they come back..."
"They will expect victory, they will expect revenge, they will expect to see a powerful army stepping onto the enemy's soil... This is the devil in the people's hearts!"
"And all this can only be given by the Bonaparte family... Your Majesty, don't worry, the prince will definitely be restored to power in the future!"
The French Emperor did not open the door to Senator Raul in the end, and the locked door was quietly closed all night. The Royalist members spent the whole night instructing the doorman, and Raul's voice was hoarse early the next morning.
However, the effect was still there. The Emperor did not think too hard in the end, and did not jump off the building or drink a bullet to commit suicide as Senator Raul imagined. When the door was opened from the inside, the Senator who was sitting on the ground and taking a nap with his back against the door suddenly fell to the ground. land.
"Your Majesty...Your Majesty, you are coming out...Breakfast is ready. I will have someone bring it over right now!"
"No need...send my food to the wounded soldiers' camp, and the little cash I carry with me, all to the soldiers who are finally injured..."
"From today on, I'm afraid I will have to eat prison food in Prussia! I will never eat food from the French people again in this life!"
"Let's go! I have to face what I have to face!"
The Emperor seemed to have returned to his original glory, his face was flushed and full of energy, and the thin old man looked as if he was several years younger.
With the sword passed down from his uncle on his waist, he strode out of the castle surrounded by guards.
There was an open carriage outside the door. The sunshade canvas was put down, and the seats were placed in the open air. Two strong horses were restlessly pawing the soil in front.
The Emperor stepped forward, and Senator Raul next to him stretched out his hand to put up the canvas awning, but the Emperor stopped him.
"Let me take another look at my army, and let them take another look at me... Even shame and hatred are what I should face!"
The carriage moved forward slowly, and a company of cavalry on both sides lined up to protect the carriage. Senator Raul followed closely behind on horseback.
The French Emperor finally walked out of the castle. It was exactly eight o'clock in the morning. Countless soldiers stood up subconsciously as they watched the French Emperor leaving the city.
Countless soldiers stood on the ruins of Sedan, watching the French Emperor's carriage in silence, with only the military flag still ringing in the air.
No one saluted or cursed, only dead silence was left!
Everyone knows that the French Emperor is here to surrender, and the surrendered empire will probably collapse immediately. Maybe this is the last time the soldiers see their monarch!
The eyes of countless veterans were filled with tears. They wanted to salute and cheer, but they held back tightly!
The battle has turned into such a bad situation, and the King of France cannot shirk his responsibility. At this time, I am afraid that no one can say long live him!
But so what? Give him a good scolding? That's the heir to the Bonaparte family!
Just because of the surname Napoleon Bonaparte, he is the god in the hearts of all French soldiers!
The Emperor's expression was serious, but the hot tears flowing from his eye sockets revealed the weakness in his heart at this moment. He knew that everything was over, and his era had completely bid farewell!
Looking at the veterans who still couldn't bear to scold him, looking at their white-haired temples, and looking at the corpses of soldiers who had no time to bury them on the roadside, Napoleon III choked with sobs!
"Farewell! My Legion...may God bless you!"
The wheels were rolling, and Napoleon III slowly left Sedan under the watchful eyes of more than 70,000 surviving soldiers, heading north straight to the agreed destination.
When the carriage disappeared outside the city wall, someone among the veterans suddenly shouted with tears rolling down his face, "Have a good day, Your Majesty..."
This sentence touched the hearts of all veterans, and tens of thousands of veterans collectively shouted
"Well done, Your Majesty...the Bonaparte family will never give up!"
