Thiers' carriage was struggling to pass through the streets under the tight protection of mercenaries. At this time, Thiers felt a strange feeling when he looked at everything in front of him.
At this moment, only a few politicians in Paris knew the news of the emperor's surrender, while millions of people had no idea, but they could feel the coming storm.
This is a very wonderful atmosphere. People in this atmosphere seem to have smoked enough opium, and are influenced by hallucinations to do all kinds of strange behaviors.
Crowds of people were everywhere on the streets. This was not a huge demonstration, and no one was trying to stop them. These idle but passionate people just wanted to vent their emotions.
Countless orators jumped on wooden boxes or pedestals of sculptures. They shouted various ideas and slogans with their arms down, and there were always people who echoed them, and there were always people who loudly refuted them.
When the debate got heated, people even shook their fists!
There is no order anymore, and all the police and plainclothes men in Paris dare not provoke these madmen on the streets at this moment!
But after all, the empire has not officially fallen. The people actually don't know that it is anarchy at this moment, and the power of habit has given them a little bit of order.
This atmosphere made Thiers very uncomfortable. If he had to use one thing to describe it, it would be the moment when the barrel was about to explode.
It is almost burning to the end, but it has not exploded yet. What is elusive is that when the explosion occurs, it may bring death, or it may bring an opportunity!
His heart was already floating in the air, and his nervousness made him untie his collar irritably!
With a bang, the drunkard who didn't know where he came from suddenly pressed his face against the glass window of the carriage. A drunkard with distorted features roared at the top of his lungs at the big man in the carriage.
"Bastille! Capture him...we capture him!"
A veteran grabbed the drunkard's dirty hair and kicked him aside. These mercenaries who were fed by Thiers with gold coins were extremely loyal to him, even if they killed people without batting an eyelid!
Looking at the dirty saliva on the glass window, Thiers frowned, "Damn it! Order must be restored in Paris. If this continues, the country will be destroyed!"
"These lunatics! If the Bastille is still open, you should be allowed to rot in it!"
The carriage continued along the Seine River, and its destination was the residence of General Trochu. At this moment, the old general should not know the news, and he must be rescued in time.
Thiers couldn't believe the secrecy measures taken by the parliament. Favre was too weak, and God knows if there were spies close to the left among the staff in the parliament. If the news was leaked, Blanqui and others would definitely act quickly.
Bang bang bang... Thiers kicked the carriage with his boot, "Speed up! Don't get entangled with these madmen..."
Four powerful North African mercenaries rushed to the carriage like a black iron tower. They did not dare to use knives and were afraid of angering the thugs who were about to break out. The four of them just used their bodies to bump into each other, and they knocked out a passage for the carriage.
"Damn bastard... you don't have eyes!" The people who were knocked away turned around and yelled, but when they saw that there were more than 20 mercenaries as strong as mountains around the carriage, these citizens just cursed and didn't care. Dare to take action.
The carriage trudged forward in the alley, and the surrounding citizens yelled curses. Many people even spat at the carriage, "Wait to be judged, you damn vampires!"
Thiers' face became increasingly ugly, and just when he was about to explode, a very familiar voice suddenly sounded from the left side of the carriage.
"Citizens of France! I know your emotional demands, and I also know the hardships of your lives... But now that the country is facing a crisis, we can only fight against the invaders if we unite as one!"
"Constitutional monarchy is not the best system, but it is definitely the most suitable for the present..."
This is a young man standing on a wooden box giving a speech to the people!
The political climate in Paris is still very liberal, especially now that the police have lost control. This free atmosphere has given rise to many speakers who have come to the public.
In this era, there is no Internet or self-media. If opposition politicians and scholars want to express their voices, they can only rely on books, biographies and newspapers.
But writing a book is too slow and difficult, and newspapers are a battleground for many forces... So if you want to promote your political program, the most effective way is to give a speech.
Those who believe in republicanism, those who believe in monarchy, those who believe in constitutional monarchy... and of course those who believe in Blanquistism, these people have gone among the people and begun to spread their theories.
Only with enough supporters can they get votes. With votes, they can enter the political arena to realize their ideals and ambitions.
This was originally a very common thing, but when Thiers took a closer look, he realized that the speaker was somewhat interesting.
It turned out that this was one of the imperial congressmen on his list, Satrauman!
This was a republican congressman, but unexpectedly he sympathized with the emperor at this moment and began to promote the idea of a constitutional monarchy. This surprised Thiers.
At this moment, the people in Paris had long been completely disappointed with the French Emperor. When they heard that some people were still criticizing him, they booed him for a short time!
"Allowing Napoleon III to be emperor? How bad has this empire been for him to govern? He should be on the guillotine!" Someone in the crowd suddenly shouted.
Followed by countless people excitedly cheering "Guillotine! Guillotine! Guillotine..."
Satrauman's face was ashen but he still said patiently, "Citizens! I understand your mood, but please also listen to my speech..."
"No matter how many faults the emperor has, or whether we should liquidate him... we should wait until after this battle is fought!"
"A bad organization is better than no organization at all. Please understand this truth... Just like you are in the desert now, a glass of dirty water is better than no water at all!"
"Remember, the King of France is the only one who can still manage to integrate France's resources! Even if he is bad in every way, for the sake of his last bit of organizational ability, we should give him a chance..."
"After we defeat the Prussians, it won't be too late to have a showdown with the French Emperor..."
"If there is no French Emperor, who can jump out and integrate the resources of all France? Who can satisfy all the provinces to the greatest extent?"
"If there are no such people, then the country will become more chaotic... When the country is completely unorganized and becomes disordered, the Prussians will invade us more unscrupulously..."
"Fuck you..." With a snap, a smelly tomato hit Satrauman directly in the face. The angry workers in the crowd yelled, "You are the emperor's lackey! You just want to continue drinking the blood of the people!" kill him……"
The people who had lost their minds suddenly went crazy. No one would listen to his reasoning. What they wanted now was to vent. A group of people dragged Satrauman directly into the crowd, and started punching and kicking him.
