The soldiers were whispering, and an uneasy atmosphere began to spread. The military police and officers were all worried, and they approached the soldiers cautiously one by one to prevent confusion!
McMahon is a professional soldier. He has been dealing with the army all his life. He can feel the strange atmosphere in the army without opening his eyes or nose!
He patted the restless war horse on his crotch, calmed it down, and looked around!
McMahon, who was wearing a marshal's military uniform, had flowing white hair and a neatly trimmed snow-white beard. He stared at the surrounding soldiers with piercing eyes, and no one dared to look at him!
After a long while, McMahon, who had gathered his momentum, said angrily, "Soldiers! My children! You should know me, I am McMahon!"
"Yes... he is the immigrant descendant of that poor and declining Irish nobleman, that poor guy who has been out of the military academy for more than ten years and has been unsuccessful!"
"Poverty was a reflection of the first half of my life. My life may be a little better than yours, but that little difference is probably just two pieces of black bread..."
The marshal's ridicule made the soldiers laugh, but the conversation soon changed, "Yes, the impoverished McMahon is me! But in Crimea... I was also the one who shouted the slogan "People are on the battlefield!"
"Do you still remember that on the front of Sevastopol, facing enemies several times larger than our own, I stood there and commanded you!"
"It's the front line, it's the front line! That's where I shouted the slogan "People are here, the position is there," and I led you to withstand the Russian attack!"
"Same! It's me! On the Malakhov Heights, I led the legion to break through the fortress in ten minutes... I only used four divisions to create this miracle!"
"This is me too, McMahon! Have you ever forgotten this!"
The veterans who experienced the blood and fire of the Crimean War stood up and "never dare to forget even a little bit! I was standing not far from you at that time, Marshal!"
McMahon is very familiar with his soldiers. This powerful professional regiment that Napoleon III has molded with the essence of his life is a glorious cohesion from beginning to end!
They carry too much with them. In order to expand the territory of the empire, they won one victory after another and established their reputation as the second strongest in the world!
Arouse their long-lasting memories and let their blood burn with the flame of victory again. McMahon is very good at this!
"Yes! I was on the front line, standing with you! We won the Crimean War, and then I led you to win one victory after another in Italy!"
"Even in Sedan, in this place that makes the empire sad, I did not hide in the headquarters and give orders... I am still with you!"
"I just ask you one thing..." McMahon looked at the dark soldiers around him calmly. "I just ask you one thing... Do you still trust me? Are you still willing to fight with me?"
The sense of honor fills the heart of every soldier. These soldiers have extremely pure emotions because they have lived in the relatively closed environment of the military camp for almost half their lives. Their smart and clever character of ordinary people has been washed away a lot. The sense of honor has been erased for many years. Educate them on how to say no!
The veterans walked up to the marshal and saluted respectfully, "Marshal, please give us weapons! We are willing to fight with you to the end of the world!"
"Thank you! Thank you!"
McMahon waved his riding crop to express his excitement, "My soldiers, my children... I have to tell you a cruel reality, maybe you already know it!"
"The empire has collapsed, my capital has been captured by the Prussians and Chinese, and the newly established republic cannot save the crisis... We have surrendered!"
"Don't mourn my children! Don't cry for my soldiers!"
"How many failures have we experienced in the long history of our motherland? That time we didn't emerge from the ashes and move towards glory again?"
"This time is no exception, we will still rise, there is no doubt about it!"
"The foreign war is over. We have reached a humiliating armistice treaty with the Germans and the Chinese... I will talk to you about this in detail later, but what are we going to do now?"
McMahon's face turned ferocious, "The foreign war is over, but some people still want to fight a civil war! Those little people who shot in our backs have already established a pseudo-government called the Commune in Paris!"
"Traitors! Traitors! National criminals who harmed France! They have all gathered in Paris!"
"This time I am going to take you to Paris to suppress the rebellion! To take revenge!"
The marshal's white hair emerged from the edge of his military cap and fluttered in the wind. His roar was so deafening that all the soldiers were stunned!
McMahon was obviously moved with real emotion. He shed tears, "My soldiers! It's not easy for the empire to get to where it is today. The emperor led us to conquer the north and south and conquered so many colonies!"
"Have you ever thought about it? Have you ever thought about it..." Wiping away his tears, the marshal's emotion infected all the soldiers present!
"What kind of world is this? This is a world described by Darwin in which the weak eat the strong! If you want to survive in such a world and live better, what else can you do besides colonizing and robbing?"
"Everyone knows that Britain is an empire on which the sun never sets, and it is so powerful... But their power is based on their vast and huge colonies!"
"Without war, where would there be so many colonies?"
"Your Majesty is leading us on the right path, but there are always some rats in the gutter in the country who want to destroy the strength of the motherland!"
"Those who get something for nothing always think that they have lost a bite of bread, and they are full of complaints about every franc that the empire increases in military expenditure!"
"These selfish people organized demonstrations and violent revolutions, turning the core of our empire into a pot of porridge and stabbing the emperor in the back!"
"Children! If it weren't for those bastards who constantly demagogue people and promote confusing ideas...how could they force His Majesty to declare war in advance? Declare war without being prepared?"
"Even after losing the battle in the early stages of the war, these bastards still demonstrated in Paris and deceived the people into sending us all to die!"
"Do you know that during the initial defeat, our 300,000-strong army only had to retreat to the Paris line and set up defenses along railways, rivers, and mountains..."
"As long as we persist for four or five months, we can mobilize more supplies from the south and more colonial troops from overseas!"
"That way we can turn defeat into victory!"
"But it is those thugs who use the pressure of public opinion to coerce the people and force His Majesty to continue the attack!"
"This is how the subsequent fiasco happened! The culprit of the Sedan fiasco is hidden in Paris!"
"I will take you to take revenge! Revenge..."
Note: The third update is coming!
