The local garrisons are all second-rate troops of the empire. Their training is not elite enough, their weapons and equipment are not very sophisticated, and their commanders are even worse.
Basically, more than 90% of the commanders in the regular army of the empire are military nobles raised by the Bonaparte family. These people are completely loyal supporters of the emperor. You don't have to worry about rebellion at all.
The local garrison is different. Most of the commanders are from civilian families. After studying in some military academies, they became the commanders of these second-line troops.
There is a big difference in treatment between them and the front-line troops, and because they are closely connected with the local area, they are more susceptible to the erosion of new ideas, and their loyalty to the emperor is still compromised.
These three types of troops had three completely different performances at today's cocktail party. In fact, Bazin's direct descendants had already received the news three hours ago.
Radmiro and other generals had already revealed to them the main mission of the reception. Without any surprise, these direct troops who had been loyal to the emperor and marshal all their lives expressed that they would resolutely execute the order.
As for the other reorganized imperial veterans, there is no need to worry too much. These people are also military nobles, and their interests are the same as those of Bazin and others. I am afraid that only fools will go against the marshal.
The most dangerous thing is the officers of these chaotic local garrisons. If they refuse to accept surrender, then the more than 50,000 troops under their command will become the biggest enemy!
How to deal with this *? Bazin thought a lot, and the most peaceful way was of course to separate and go his own way. Bazin took away the troops loyal to him and surrendered, while those people left to fend for themselves.
But in this way, although there will be no conflict, the mission of the King of France will not be completed!
Napoleon III's strategic intention was to cooperate with Prussia to greatly weaken the republic's strength, and then the empire's soldiers should be preserved with as few casualties as possible, leaving his son as a political legacy for a comeback.
To put it more simply, the Republic must fail, and it must fail miserably, so that the people can remember the benefits of the empire!
Empire! This is not just an empty term, the empire is the home of all aristocratic interest groups and the seat of their well-being.
Do royalists really protect the emperor? In fact, what they are protecting is only themselves, because only when there is an emperor and an empire can there be nobles, otherwise they are nothing.
These 50,000 people must not be allowed to escape from their control, and this fortress must not be allowed to continue to be armed. This is Mesjian City, and even 50,000 people can block the Prussian offensive.
It was precisely because of this concern that this unexpected cocktail party was held!
Sure enough, when Bazin put forward his plan to surrender, more than forty officers immediately started clamoring. Sunstein, the commander of the 1st Division in Calais, was the first to jump out. He was the highest ranking among these garrison commanders.
Sunstein, an Army major general, was the first to express his opposition!
He was furious when he heard Radmiro's refutation and asked, "Empire! Republic! Aren't they all the same... We are the French nation, and we are all a nation of the same blood!"
"Who do you want to be loyal to? How can we separate our nation?"
"The baby born yesterday still has an emperor on his head, but today the Kung Fu Republic where he was suckling was established! Who do you want him to be loyal to?"
"Is he considered a child of the Empire or a child of the Republic?"
"He has only one identity, and that is the children of France! All the people living on this land, this ethnic group is the one we want to be loyal to!"
"The Prussians are all invaders! We will never surrender!"
Major General Sunstein raised his arms and those who surrounded him shouted slogans: "Never surrender! Fight to the end!"
Bazan's nose was almost crooked with anger. "Fight to the end? What are we fighting for!"
"The army rations have been exhausted, and the weather is getting colder day by day. How much firewood and coal are there in the city? Have you calculated it?"
"Do you want all the soldiers to starve to death or freeze to death?"
"You have no humanity in letting so many innocent soldiers die in vain!"
"Do you really think that the city of Metz is invincible? If the enemy throws a large number of carrion corpses into the upper reaches of the river, how will we respond? When the river water in the whole city is polluted, what will the soldiers drink?"
"You don't even consider these things. Do you just shout slogans?"
Sunstein stared and showed no sign of weakness. He pointed at everything in front of him, "What are these? Where does all this food come from? You said that the enemy would attack the city with plague. How did you get the news?"
"There were rumors last night that a messenger came outside the city. It seems it is true! Did you leave the city this morning? Do you think what you did can deceive an army of 170,000 people?"
"You're dreaming!"
Speaking of which, there was no room for negotiation, and Radmiro's face was filled with flesh.
"You haven't done anything yet, what are you waiting for! Are you keeping these bastards for Christmas?"
There was a crisp sound, and the wine glass in Radmiro's hand shattered!
Breaking the cup is the number! It turns out that Europeans are also doing this. I saw two figures suddenly rush out from the officer corps, a lieutenant colonel and a senior colonel, one on the left and one on the right, sandwiching Sunstein.
No one expected that Bazin and the others would be so ruthless. One lieutenant colonel reached out and locked Sunstein's neck from behind, while the other colonel pulled out a dagger from his boot and stabbed it into the left rib.
The lieutenant colonel gritted his teeth and turned face to face, staring into Sunstein's eyes. "You won't surrender? Then go to hell..."
The dagger stirred back and forth clockwise in Sunstein's lungs, shredding the internal organs inside, and blood spurted out from the trachea!
The ruptured alveoli were bleeding rapidly and the trachea was flooded. Sunstein did not scream until he died. His eyes looked at his familiar comrades in disbelief!
I never imagined that a brother who once fought in the trenches would have such a ferocious face!
The sudden change caused chaos at the scene. The remaining garrison commanders drew out their pistols to resist when they saw something bad coming. As a result, more than forty people could not stand up to the large number of people on the other side.
The other noble officers all put their pistols on the heads of these people, and the soldiers from the guard camp occupying the door rushed in and surrounded the scene.
Only now did those who made the trouble realize how powerful it was. Seeing Sunstein's body lying in a pool of blood, his feet twitching involuntarily, their faces turned pale with fear.
"Yuan...Marshal...has it really come to this? Do you really want to do things so absolutely?"
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