General Regno left the Palais Bonaparte together with Major Edgar Ney.
In order to prevent Prince Conot, who lives in the Bonaparte Palace, from unnecessary disturbance, General Renault specially dispatched an additional team around the Bonaparte Palace to protect the safety of the Bonaparte Palace and Prince Conot.
Since it was the information coming from the mouth of Prince Kono, General Rennault naturally chose to believe it without hesitation.
After General Renault, who was riding a horse, thought for a long time, he turned to look at Edgar Ney, who was also riding a horse next to him, and said, "Did you know the news about Prince Kono early on?"
Edgar Ney shook his head with a wry smile and said, "If I had known that Prince Kono was in the city, how could I not have stopped you from firing cannons into the city!"
With lingering fear, Edgar Ney looked back at the Bonaparte Palace under the setting sun and whispered: "This is the residence of the Queen Mother and two generations of Prince Kono! The Queen Mother's life-long efforts have been put in it! I just don't know that Your Majesty Have you ever lived here?”
After listening to Edgar Ney's story, even a determined man like General Renault couldn't help but feel a chill, and his body couldn't help but tremble.
Fortunately, during the bombardment of Rome, the Piazza Venezia was not targeted by the artillery.
Otherwise, General Renault really doesn't know how to explain the Bonaparte Palace to His Excellency the President.
With this in mind, General Renault made up his mind to expel Garibaldi and others from the inner city.
If the quarrel continues, there might be some big trouble.
"Pass my order, and all the troops will immediately speed up their contraction! We must force Garibaldi to break out from the Porta St. John!" General Regno solemnly issued the order.
"Yes!" Edgar Ney, who received the order, quickly moved his horse to convey General Renault's order.
Just when General Regno was determined to completely expel Garibaldi from the inner city of Rome, Prince Cono and his son Lucien in Bonaparte Palace were about to have a heart-to-heart talk between father and son.
At this time, Prince Charles Bonaparte of Konot was standing by the window staring at the setting sun.
"Dong dong dong"
The crisp and rhythmic knocking on the door reached Prince Kono's ears, and Prince Kono said calmly: "Come in!"
The study door opened slowly, and Lucien entered the study.
"Have they left?" Prince Konot, who had his back to Lucien, said calmly.
"Let's go!" Lucien responded, and continued to add: "Now the French army has occupied the entire inner city!"
"Yes!" Prince Kono sighed with emotion. He turned around and patted Lucien on the shoulder and said in a kind tone: "You have to walk the road from now on by yourself!"
Lucien was stunned by Prince Cono's words. He didn't understand what his father meant: "Father, what I'm saying is that the army of the French Republic has occupied the entire Rome!"
"I know!" Prince Kono nodded in response.
"Then why are you leaving?" Lucien asked in confusion: "They came to Rome on the order of Uncle Jerome. Even if you join the Roman Republic, they will not expel you!"
"Alas!" Prince Cono sighed, "The French army may not expel me, but the Pope, his bishops, and the nobles who fled from Rome will definitely not let me go. After the Pope is restored, he may not embarrass me for the sake of your uncle, but they will definitely expel me! By that time, not only will I be expelled, but you may also be at risk of being expelled! "
"Then let's go together!" Lucien said to Prince Conot: "Let's leave Rome together. We can go anywhere in Britain, France, or America!"
"No!" Prince Cono said to Lucien in a stern tone: "I will leave Rome with your mother, and you will stay in Rome alone! As long as I leave, the Pope will not only not make things difficult for you, but will also For your uncle’s sake, I’ll let you be promoted quickly! Haven’t you always dreamed of becoming a cardinal like your great-uncle?”
"I..." Lucien, who always thought about escaping from his father, really didn't want to be separated from his parents until they were separated. He frowned and said, "I don't care! I want to be with you!"
"What bastard words!" Prince Kono puffed his beard and glared and said in an increasingly stern tone: "What on earth am I doing all this for? Isn't it for the future of you and your brother!"
"You did this just for yourself!" Lucien retorted loudly: "You didn't have to get involved, but you still went in without hesitation!"
Lucien's words were like a sharp blade, peeling off Prince Kono's confident exterior, revealing his heart that was unwilling to be lonely.
After the news of Jerome Bonaparte's appointment as President of the French Republic spread to Rome via France, Prince Cono's ambition was also awakened with the success of Jerome Bonaparte.
The desire for politics that originated in Bonaparte's blood was activated, and Prince Conno began to "make waves" in the Papal State without a pope.
Jérôme Bonaparte's success made him blindly believe that he would be able to become famous like his cousin.
By then, my cousin will be the president of the French Republic, and he will also become the president of the Roman Republic and even the Italian Republic.
Every time he thought of this, Prince Kono couldn't help but get excited.
Under the special publicity of Prince Kono, his reputation gradually increased.
There were even rumors in some areas of Rome that Prince Cono should be appointed as the ruler.
The dream of becoming the ruler of Rome lasted from December to January, until the arrival of Mazzini and others completely shattered Prince Cono's dream.
The Roman Republic was established, and the ruling trio headed by Mazzini was established. Prince Cono, who was instigated from top to bottom, was stolen from the fruits of victory.
In order to appease Prince Conot's emotions, and also to take care of the relationship between the Roman Republic and the French Republic, Mazzini handed over the position of Minister of Education to Prince Conot.
The huge psychological gap made Prince Kono depressed all day long. The Ministry of Education could not see Prince Kono at all, and Mazzini gradually forgot about Prince Kono.
It wasn't until France landed at the port of Civitavecchia and appeared on the outskirts of the Roman Republic that he remembered Prince Cono. He hurriedly invited Prince Cono over and wanted him to write a letter to Jerome Bonaparte, hoping that France The Republic and the Roman Republic could join hands to fight for the cause of national liberation.
Looking at the passionate Mazzini, Prince Cono became more convinced that the guy in front of him was just a "magic stick" wearing the cloak of Italian unification, and he immediately submitted his resignation to Mazzini.
After a few seconds of silence, Mazzini agreed to Prince Kono's resignation.
Prince Conot, who had withdrawn from the Roman Republic, returned to the Palace of Bonaparte until the French Republic entered the inner city.
"I...I am an irresponsible father!" Prince Kono said in a low tone: "I fulfill my obligations as a father!"
"No! Father, you have paved a way for me and my brother!" Lucien comforted Prince Cono: "My brother will inherit the title of Prince Cono, and I will become the cardinal of Rome! Such an arrangement That’s enough!”
"Really!" Prince Kono raised his head with a hint of eagerness in his eyes, hoping to be recognized.
"Yes!" Lucien nodded in response: "Our life has been something that many people can't envy, and all of this is due to your credit!"
Prince Corneau showed a wry smile. Of course he understood that this was Lucien's comfort, and his so-called credit was just an embellishment under Bonaparte's halo.
"well!"
…
As night falls, a bright moonlight and stars dot the dark sky.
Under the moonlight as clear as water, the small team, always wearing red cedar and high hats decorated with black feathers, walked quietly through the streets of the inner city of Rome. They looked solemn and formed neat formations, looking like a mighty army. They are Garibaldi's personal guards, and the middle-aged man with a beard at the front of the team is Garibaldi.
The detachment arrived at the gathering place, St. Lateran Church, without encountering any attacks. Garibaldi took out his pocket watch and waited for the scheduled time to arrive.
The veterans holding muskets in the detachment watched the surrounding movements vigilantly for fear of a sudden attack. The recruits, who had only experienced one or two battles and were still childish, had trembling hands and kept swallowing their own saliva to connect to the depths of their hearts. of tension.
As time passed, more than 20 small teams arrived one after another, and Garibaldi's force changed from more than 200 people to a huge team of 4,000 people.
The quiet environment made Garibaldi smell something unusual. Years of war had made Garibaldi develop a war instinct of vigilance. He frowned and thought carefully.
The black wife standing next to him looked at Garibaldi in confusion and asked in Spanish: "What's wrong? Shouldn't we break out?"
"I always feel something is wrong there! Don't you think the current environment seems too quiet?" Garibaldi also responded in French.
"It's a little quiet!" The black wife nodded and urged: "But we are running out of time!"
yes! There is not much time left for Garibaldi now!
Now that we have arrived at Lateran Church, we absolutely cannot continue to change our plans.
You must know that the French "bandit troops" are in Rome, and they must break out of the outer city as soon as possible to fight guerrillas with them!
"The original plan remains unchanged!" Garibaldi ordered.
The troops moved quickly and soon arrived near St. John's Gate.
The team responsible for guarding the Porta St. John had received early notice from General Renault. After two confrontations with Garibaldi's army, the French army was "defeated."
The hasty retreat of the French army once again aroused Garibaldi's vigilance, but this vigilance was quickly interrupted by his wife's urging.
"Quick! Rush!" Garibaldi rushed out of the inner city and came to the outside.
Everything will be fine once you get here!
Garibaldi smiled happily as he rushed out of the inner city.
However, Garibaldi's smile did not last long. A cannonball flew to the center of the team and exploded, followed by murderous voices from all around: "Kill!"
Only then did Garibaldi realize that he might have escaped from the encirclement carefully designed by the French army.
Garibaldi, who had no time to think about who had betrayed him, took the lead and led the troops to break out.
Facing the powerful French army, Garibaldi and his volunteers showed an outstanding fighting will. However, the newly formed army was ultimately outnumbered and defeated in terms of combat skills, weapons level and strength comparison.
The battle lasted until about three o'clock in the morning. Edgar Ney, who was covered in the enemy's blood, reported to Renault: "Report to the commander, in this battle we annihilated a total of 2,700 people, captured 1,000, and the remaining 300 People broke through the encirclement and fled around, and our troops are chasing them!"
"Where is Garibaldi? Has he been captured?" General Renault asked Edgar Ney.
Edgar Ney took a look around, and after making sure there was no one else around, he whispered to General Renault: "I have followed your instructions to open a way for Garibaldi. Can he escape successfully?" It depends on his ability!”
General Renault showed approval in his eyes. For the French army that will be stationed in Rome for a long time, a living Garibaldi is more useful than a dead Garibaldi.
In layman's terms, France's current behavior is called self-respect.
"And please write immediately to tell the President that we have occupied Rome!"
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