These European parliamentarians have come out to start a verbal spat, but Rochefort is still afraid of a verbal spat? He walked to the window and pushed it open. The sunset was already filling the sky outside. Top novels are updated the fastest
"Haha... Angry young people are harming the country? Without these angry nationalist warriors, there would be no future for France!"
"Look at the morale of this city and the people's choices! The people's will cannot be violated!"
Paris at dusk has turned into an inexplicable carnival, with celebratory bonfires everywhere, reveling people everywhere, and drunken patriots lying on the banks of the Seine vomiting.
Strange men and women danced together without shame. Among the enthusiastic crowd, there was even a half-naked woman standing on a high place singing and dancing wildly!
"Crazy...all crazy..." The committee members in the Bourbon Palace frowned one by one.
Rochefort yelled, "This is not madness! This is morale! This is the morale with which we can defeat the enemy! Even if we are surrounded by heavy troops, we will not lose the courage and confidence to fight!"
"God bless France! The descendants of Joan of Arc will not abandon their country!"
"General Trochu! I beg you again... for the sake of our motherland... have the courage to put aside your selfishness... and fight!"
"The people are calling you!"
Trochu's face was livid when he heard this. Today, the leftists had a complete showdown with him. Rochefort broke out from the beginning and directly named his inner little plans. He actually mentioned his attempt to protect himself and gain power. On the countertop.
This has violated a big taboo of politicians. Once there is such a showdown, it means that there is no buffer behind, and it is a direct confrontation!
public opinion! public opinion! Public opinion... Now that Trochu heard this word, he couldn't stop feeling sick. France has been under the spell of public opinion since the Great Revolution. No matter how absurd a decision is, it only needs to be tagged with the word public opinion as if it is a matter of course.
The old general stood up with a dark face, pointed at the naked woman on the street and a group of drunkards chasing behind him. He trembled with his fingers and said, "People! You mean these people... are going to force me to revise it." A set goal?”
"You tell me... these crazy, ignorant, greedy, pornographic so-called people... do they really know how to govern a country? Do they really understand what war is?"
"In order to satisfy them, our legion must die in vain or we must go the wrong way?"
Rochefort stared, "Wrong path? When did the people's will become the wrong path? Don't forget that you are the head of the Provisional Committee of the Republic, and your rights are given by the people!"
"They have given you rights, and you must obey the will of the people!"
"Fart! What is the will of the people? Can you represent it? Or can the mob in a city represent it? They have become emotional and have become angry drunks. Do you think you can listen to their decision? "
"I've told you ten thousand times, why don't you go out of the city for a decisive battle in the wild? I've broken down the military matters for you and crushed them into pieces. I've told you countless times, why don't you understand?"
The old general's white hair was messy and trembling back and forth in the night wind!
"You are forcing us to fight a battle that is bound to be lost by coercing public opinion. This is a crime! A crime!"
The old general roared, and his spittle flew into Rochefort's face, but the leftist congressman was not afraid of hitting him hard!
"Definitely losing? If Gan Bida thought this way, he wouldn't risk his life by making a balloon and leaving the city!"
"He and the new recruits of the Loire Corps were able to defeat Prince Carl's veteran group. Why can't I, Paris, create such a miracle!"
"180,000 Paris garrison troops, 300,000 National Guardsmen, plus three million citizens...how come they don't have the strength to fight!"
"Let us set off a vast ocean of people's war! Let Paris become a graveyard for the invaders!"
It is hopeless. All members of the left are hopeless. They have become completely fanatical. Originally, these people started out as armed uprisings, and it has long been their habit to use violence to fight violence.
Moreover, their fanatical patriotic enthusiasm does not allow them to compromise with the enemy. In their eyes, war means fighting to the last soldier until the enemy is driven out.
Not only must they be driven out, but they must also be counterattacked to Berlin to satisfy their hatred. If you Prussia massacred 100,000 of our soldiers and civilians, we will repay you 200,000. The revenge must be doubled!
Previously, General Trochu controlled the parliament, military supplies and various government departments, and could suppress the fanaticism of these people to some extent, but the news of Gambetta's victory completely ignited the anger in the hearts of these people.
In their eyes, the new corps temporarily organized by the country bumpkins in southern France can win the war. Why can't these brave workers and the imperial garrison in Paris win?
You, Trochu, are a coward and a careerist. You just want to preserve your strength so that you can fight for power!
For a time, there was a wave of curses throughout Paris, and various farces that satirized the Provisional Defense Government even appeared around many bonfires!
The naked prostitute stuck a paper sign on her head with Trochu's name written on it, and then she spoke with a stern voice.
Opposite the prostitute, a man stripped down to his underwear and wrote Bismarck's name on his chest, and the two actually performed.
The fake Trochu flirted in front of the crowd, assumed various poses, and even knelt in front of the man playing Bismarck to beg for forgiveness.
Bismarck, who was carrying his belt, showed his big snow-white buttocks with a belt, and the snapping sound always made people around him scream in excitement.
"Oh! Strong Bismarck...my iron-blooded prime minister...please conquer me! Conquer me..."
"Despicable Trochu... As long as you lie down on the ground and walk like a dog, and bark a few more times... I will spare your life..."
"Woof woof woof..." The prostitute actually lay down on the ground and barked like a dog, and people around her started to curse angrily.
"Trotchu is just a rotten person... a weakling... a traitor to the Republic!"
"beat him!"
The mud on the ground plopped down on the performers, and a group of drunkards rushed up, pinched and pinched them, and took advantage of them. The whole group had become fanatical. There was no law in the city, and all the police did not dare to deal with this. farce.
Until the end, the drunk performing prostitute was dragged into an alley and fucked by a group of drunken men. A few plainclothes men in the distance pretended not to see her, turned around and walked away.
Paris has become grotesque, the whole city is filled with a crazy atmosphere, and the war makes these people act like a farce.
The British Embassy once recorded that on that night, on the street outside the British Embassy, Paris citizens actually shot and killed a lion in the zoo, and then dragged the body out and cut it into pieces and barbecued it in the street.
People sang and danced, drank and ate meat like crazy, and even unspeakable things happened between men and women in the street!
If they hadn't known that this was the Franco-Prussian War, if they hadn't known that this was Paris being besieged, then people might have thought that this place had become the harem of the emperor of ancient Rome, or the evil place of Babylon!
People unscrupulously released their dissatisfaction with the provisional government. Except for Gambetta and Rochefort, these senior officials headed by Trochu became the objects of public ridicule.
The Bourbon Palace has become the object of people's hatred, and the storm has become more and more intense and cannot be suppressed!
