The news that His Majesty the King had been frightened and had replaced the Prime Minister and wanted to make peace with the people spread in an instant among the rebels besieging Miyagi, including the Charles, who were among the revolutionary masses.

Unlike the others, when he heard the news, he didn't have much of a mood of joy, but still quietly looked at Miyagi in the distance, slowly thinking about what would happen next.

He was now resting against a tree on a small piece of land that had been snatched by his own people, looking out at the palace in the distance.

According to the original historical trajectory, after the removal of Guizot as prime minister on February 23 and the replacement of Count Murray, the rebels remained uncompromising and insisted on the overthrow of the dynasty. After seeing that both the army and the National Guard had refused to suppress the rebels, King Louis-Philippe, who had been struggling for several days, finally fell into despair and announced his abdication on the 24th.

And now, judging from the current situation, the historical trajectory of this time, at least here, will not be much different from the previous historical line. Other words...... The opening scene of the great storm that swept across Europe in 1848 – the French February Revolution – had come to an end with a bang, and then, inspired by the thunder from France, the rest of the continent would be stormed one by one, from Berlin to Vienna to Warsaw......

But, contrary to his expectations, the revolution was unfolding in a form that had not been recorded in the history textbooks of previous lives, and which he had not thought of at all.

He couldn't help but look at his hands, which were now covered in dust and sweat. One hand gripped the cane that had been used as a command knife tightly.

It was these hands that waved their canes in a manner that was in no way different from that of the paupers. Let his men shoot the defenders of the dynasty mercilessly, and the purpose is also very different from that of these rebels, if not completely opposite.

Can this kind of revolution be regarded as a revolution after all? Deep down, he couldn't help but ask himself.

He couldn't think of an answer.

However, the confusion and interrogation lingered in his mind for less than a few seconds before Charles let them go up in smoke. He clenched his cane tightly and looked at the Swiss guards in the distance with a furrowed brow.

Instead of thinking about this kind of question, which no longer makes sense. Let's think about how to deal with these guards later. This is the last barrier of the palace, and if these are the same as Louis XVI, who was also arrested at the palace.

It's not that he's worried about the Swiss guards, though. In fact, these guards did not have any fighting spirit at first glance.

They used flower beds or makeshift fortifications as cover, and instead of the courage and determination of the lines and mobs to go head-on, they shrank behind them. Their eyes flickered, and they didn't even dare to look at the group of black and oppressive mobs in front of them. Apparently. After a day of confrontation, the morale of the guards was exhausted to the point of no longer being able to get reinforcements and to face the countless mobs on their own.

It is indeed very, very ironic that these foreign mercenaries, who may have lost the will and will to fight, have become the only remaining loyal guards of the French king......

Thinking of this, Charles couldn't help but laugh.

To be honest, the palace has survived until now, mainly because the mob is just a group of people working on their own. There was no unified chain of command, so no one had the guts to lead a small group of people to rush towards so many people alone. Otherwise, if the siege of the palace was a tightly organized system, with such a huge disparity in numbers, I am afraid that one day would have been enough to storm the palace.

However, King Louis Philippe's worst luck may be coming to an end.

Just now, some of the leaders of the rebels had gathered in private to discuss something, and Charles had been invited, probably to discuss a general attack on the palace.

So...... How long can you last? Mr. Louis-Philippe de Orleans-Bourbon? Looking at the palace, Charles asked silently.

Your time is over, however this is good news for me in France. However, even then, you are not without contributions, and you are not even a heinous villain, you are just at the point where you have to leave...... We will eventually take over the country you left behind, and I will make it more powerful than you ever thought possible.

So...... May you rest in peace in two years!

[After the abdication of Louis-Philippe, he went to England and died in Surrey, England, on August 26, 1850. 】

"Charles, it's you!" A hello interrupted his thoughts.

The voice is inexplicably familiar.

He looked back and saw Charlotte, dressed in a hunting suit and carrying a rifle, smiling and greeting her, and next to her was a group of men with weapons, who also seemed to be members of the royal party.

"Charlotte? How did you get here? In amazement, he couldn't help but ask.

The National Guard chose to stand still and refuse to serve the king, but to stick to the affairs of his own neighborhood, he knew about it, and even the Duke of Treville personally revealed his deployment to Charles, and Charlotte, as an assistant to the Duke of Treville, should of course stay in the district at this time. So he was amazed that Charlotte had come by herself.

The square in front of the royal palace was full of people. All of them had arrived, and the revolt had become a great gathering of all the opposition forces of the July Dynasty, and at the end of their sight was the royal palace, the king who was already in the twilight of his life.

"Is it strange that I'm here?" Charlotte replied with a slight sneer, the rifle in her hand swaying slightly, and she looked at Charles with a slight suspicion, "When did you come?" ”

"It's not early, but it's not too late." Charles replied intentionally vaguely, then asked, "Aren't you afraid?" ”

"Are you afraid? You're not afraid, what else am I afraid of! Charlotte's face was full of inexplicable joy, and she suddenly raised her head, "Of course I'm coming, I'm coming!" I want to see with my own eyes how this usurper rolled down from the throne he stole in obedience to God's will......"

As if because of the resentment that had been accumulated over the years, her face became a little red.

"God's will?" Charles repeated it with a slight sneer, then looked at Charlotte with this mockery, "So did God say who should come next?" ”

Under Charles's explicit ridicule, Charlotte was not very angry, but smiled coldly again. "Who but the Count of Chambord is qualified to ascend to the throne and rule all of France? Any unorthodox transgressor dares to reach out to the throne and touch it...... Then there will be only one ......," she pointed to the palace in the distance with her left hand, "and that is the same as this vicious dog!" ”

"Really?" However, Charles replied sarcastically, "I don't think I agree with you. ”

"I told you, you'll understand." Charlotte replied coldly, and then she looked up and ripped off the red tassel of her hair, and the golden hair poured down with it. Just as Charles was wondering, she suddenly picked up her gun.

Stimulated by her action, the comrades she had brought with her, the old servants of the Charles, and others hurriedly picked up their guns, and the two groups of people belonging to different political groups confronted each other at the door of their enemies' homes.

"Are we going to do it so soon?" Charles barely managed to keep his composure, "I don't think it's necessary yet, right?" ”

"It's just a reminder, Charles. I said I didn't want to shoot you...... But that doesn't include the person next to you. Even though she had been pointed at hundreds of guns, Charlotte's expression was still very calm, and her tone was unhurried, "I just want to remind you of one thing, when I rush into the palace, the life of that vicious dog is mine!" I have to avenge my comrades......"

It was only then that Charles remembered that the royal party had been hit many times before, and many people had been killed or arrested. After the last assassination, in retaliation, the dynastic government executed a large number of royal party members in retaliation, no wonder Charlotte hated the king so much.

Charles didn't want to do anything to the king, so he shook his head in dismay.

"I'm not interested in His Majesty the King, if you want to kill him, go for it......" Just as his non-interference statement made Charlotte's face happy, Charles added, "If you have the chance......

The smile on Charlotte's face suddenly disappeared, and then following Charles's gaze, she turned her head to look, and then exclaimed, "Army, how is it possible?" ”

The sudden appearance of the army caused both factions to fall into a brief panic, but strangely enough, they did not clash with the mob surrounding the palace, but marched towards the palace in solemn form. The mob next to him was also only cheering and did not open fire.

These soldiers, dressed in blue shirts and red trousers, stopped advancing after driving not far from the palace, and the column slowly changed into a horizontal formation, and then these soldiers stood there quietly, looking at the palace from a distance, as if waiting for the most urgent order.

After a few moments, it became clear to both men that this was a defective army, not someone who had come to save the dynasty. They looked at each other, then they both breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that your dream of killing the king with your own hands is now unrealizable." Charles commented leisurely.

"No, there's still a chance!" Charlotte immediately retorted to him, "When these soldiers have repelled the guards and driven in, our men will follow, and I will always have a way to kill him!" ”

"No, I'm thinking about ...... There will be no attack on the palace at all. Charles, staring there, replied softly.

Calculating the time, His Excellency the Minister of the Seal should be about to enter the palace, right? (To be continued......)