After carefully testing Louis Bonaparte's heart, Charles's mood suddenly relaxed a lot.

He finally found that his cooperation with Baron de Beauvan had the potential to continue.

And as long as he can get the support of the big banker, he will soon receive as much from Louis Bonaparte as he has paid.

"Charles, how are you preparing for Sartori?" Louis Bonaparte finally asked what was most important to him at the moment.

"As you wish, everything is very smooth," Charles nodded, "I will go there to inspect next, and there are already many officers and soldiers there." ”

"That's good, Charles." Louis Bonaparte breathed a clear sigh of relief, "I wish you a good luck." ”

"Okay, I know." Seeing that the other party was planning to end the meeting, Charles straightened up and planned to say goodbye to him.

"By the way, I have one more good news for you." Just as Charles was about to say goodbye, as if remembering something, Louis Bonaparte suddenly had a faint smile on his face.

"Charles, as a reward for your family's merits, I intend to make your grandfather a marshal. Words of time...... On the day of the parade, right? Your grandfather, will become a marshal in front of the high-ranking generals of the whole army......"

Even if he had heard some rumors beforehand, Charles couldn't help but feel excited at this time.

Yes, he is happy now, not only because his grandfather is about to be awarded one of the glorious titles in the French army (the most glorious of course, Generalissimo), but also because he has changed the history of the French army with his own efforts.

He clearly knew that in the original history, the Second French Republic and the Second Empire did not have the Marshal of Treville, but now, his grandfather will become the marshal of this "history does not exist".

I, an ordinary young man, actually accomplished such a feat...... Even if he was accustomed to composure, Charles couldn't help but be overjoyed at the moment.

However, this is only a small first step, and the longer, farther, and more glorious road is still to come, and I must continue to walk with determination, no matter what stands in the way, I must kick it away......

Seeing Charles' fluttering mood at this time, Louis Bonaparte patted Charles on the shoulder with a smile. "Young man, you still have a lot to go, so keep going."

"Yes......" Charles bent down and bowed to his boss again, "Thank you, Your Majesty." ”

This advance honorific title apparently put Louis Bonaparte in a better mood, and he made a gesture and watched Charles leave with a smile all the while.

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With this light-hearted mood, the Charles bid farewell to the Élysée Palace. As soon as he came out, he stepped straight into his carriage and asked him to carry him out of town and on his way to Sartori.

Along the way, he could already see soldiers marching on the road.

The soldiers got off the train station in the western suburbs of Paris and marched all the way to Sartori, where they were to be stationed for the scheduled parade.

Because they had already marched some distance, their uniforms were already a little gray, and the soldiers were now a little disheveled because they had not rested much, and their weapons were only carried haphazardly, and their officers did not mean to reprimand them, and also pulled their heads and marched with them. This is not so much an army ready for review as it looks like a defeated army from the battlefield.

After seeing his carriage, which was marked as a War Department bus, the officers and men consciously moved out of the way, allowing Charles to run all the way to their destination.

However, Charles, who had been watching them in the middle of the carriage, was not happy about it. Although he knew that after these soldiers arrived at their destination, rested and well-fed, their spirits would be refreshed and they would become a strong fighting force again, he was still a little irritated.

This irritation was not directed at this group of officers and soldiers—it is not surprising that after a long march, anyone would express such a state of mind; This irritation is directed at oneself.

This is an event that I was preparing for, but I was not satisfied with the preparation.

The Charles felt even more that he should speed up the construction of the railway network in the coming days, so that the soldiers' marches could be kept as short as possible in any possible operation, so that they could devote their energies to engaging the enemy. Only with such little efforts can he accumulate victories and bring himself the most glorious and glorious ending.

And just like that, after hours of bumpy rides, Charles finally arrived in Sartori again.

This time, in addition to Albert, Lucien, and Commander Rochar, he was greeted by more army generals. As soon as he stepped out of the carriage, they all gathered around him, greeting Charles with a courteous greeting, and his father's old acquaintance, General de Corvey, was among them.

This group of army officers, all of whom had already decided to join the Bonaparte faction, were also more enthusiastic about the parade, and rushed to the parade almost immediately, and at the same time took the opportunity to make their position clear.

Charles greeted everyone politely, trying not to make anyone feel that they had been snubbed, and the officers all greeted him with a surprisingly good smile.

That's right, the news that "the Marquis of Treville is about to be promoted to marshal by the president" has long spread in military circles. Unlike Prince Jérôme-Bonaparte, who held a ceremonial position entirely, the Marquis of Treville was a real veteran with military and combat experience, and even more so a general who served the old emperor in the Napoleonic era. Coupled with the position that Charles now holds, everyone knows that the Tréville family at this time was the general spokesman of the Bonaparte family in the army.

Because of this, all of these high-ranking officers were very attentive to Charles, and wanted to make a good impression in Charles, and thus in front of the marshal, so that their future career would be smoother.

In this way, Charles, who was surrounded by this group of generals, patrolled the parade ground like a moon of stars, and suddenly a kind of pride of "a big husband should be like this" suddenly arose in a trance - isn't this what he has been striving for?

It has to be said that since Albert was put here to supervise the work, the construction progress of the parade ground has become smoother and smoother, and it is obvious that Albert, who has recently lived here, has devoted all his energy to the affairs assigned by Charles. As he patrolled the orderly parade ground, Charles nodded inwardly.

And this group of people, of course, it is impossible for the topic to leave the most important place when chatting.

"Mr. Treville, you just came from the President, didn't you? Do you have any of his latest instructions? An officer asked.

"Not yet, friend." Charles smiled and replied, "At the moment the president is very pleased with our progress and he encourages us to continue on the current track." ”

"It's great that the president can see it that way." The other officer looked a little worried, "But ...... Haven't there been some bad rumors lately? I've heard that there's going to be some movement on the council's side......"

"What's the change?" Before Charles could speak, many people nervously asked.

"Actually, it's not a big deal," Charles replied himself in order to keep the pace of the conversation, "and there has been a recent motion in the National Assembly to create an armed force directly under the parliament. Those who pushed for this motion allegedly wanted to better defend the republic......"

Although Charr's tone was flat, the others were shaken, and some of them looked at each other with hidden eyes, visibly shaken.

This action of the National Assembly, even those who do not have political vision, can see that it is also trying to win over the military.

At a time when the Bonapartists were infiltrating the army, the parliament wanted to establish units that had always been directly under its own, in order to override the War Office's control over the army, to defend itself, and to crush Louis-Bonaparte's plot by the way. If their idea really came true, the showdown between the two factions might not be as simple as they thought before.

Charles noticed the uncertainty in some people's minds, but he pretended not to be aware of it.

"However, all I can say is that it's a shame that the idea is refreshing, but the actual results can only be ridiculous." He deliberately raised his voice, "Any attempt to shake the command structure of the armed forces is a danger to the country, and we will resolutely resist it!" ”

It's a bit ridiculous for a group of people involved in February** to say something like this, but no one would mock Charles for it.

"There are so many parties in the National Assembly that they are not twisted into a single line, and it is very difficult to get through such a resolution." General de Corvey duly picked up a sentence for Charles.

Having been promised the post of commander of the garrison of Paris and a large sum of money by Charles and the Marquis de Treville, the general had become a member of their party.

"Besides, even if such a force is really established, so what? Who do they listen to? The council is not alone, on the contrary, it is filled with hundreds of pretentious and chattering people, who are not convinced by anyone, and who even we have to fight with each other regardless of them, what prestige do they have? Who will obey them? Looking at the parade platform in the distant wilderness, Charles suddenly sneered, "It's such a group of people, how can they command the army?" As officers and officers, you must know better than I do the damage that the fluctuating command level does to the combat effectiveness of the troops. I dare say, gentlemen, that as long as we respond resolutely, these officers and soldiers will have to obey us in the end. ”

Because Charles's words were so explicit, no one answered. But everyone nodded secretly, obviously agreeing with the words.

The military's contempt for parliament is indeed a tradition from ancient times to the present day.

"Besides, I must say, the parliament is not binding on us, gentlemen." Taking advantage of the victory, Charles continued, "We are accountable only to His Excellency President Louis Bonaparte, the natural representative of the country and its people, who is the natural leader of the country. The schizophrenic Senate could not stop Caesar, nor could the schizophrenic National Assembly stop the President - they could not even prolong their own lives! This is a parliament that does not represent the people, so what right does it have to dictate to an elected president? No, gentlemen, we don't need to listen to them! ”

The parliament that has arbitrarily disqualified a large part of the electorate without the approval of the whole people will not have the confidence to claim to represent the people, and still less will they have the courage to appeal to the whole people to defend their power and legitimacy -- on the contrary, they are terrified that the president will simply hold a referendum to see who can better represent the will of the people.

Thus, in such a situation, the Party of Order, which had an absolute majority in Parliament, apparently held the legislative power, was at a loss under the attack of Louis Bonaparte and his partymen, and could only watch as its superiority was eroded step by step.

Here lies the decisive gap - although it has been common throughout history that parliaments do not represent the people, it is indeed the fatal wound of the parliament of the Second Republic to be so openly dismissive of the people, while the Bonapartists can claim to represent the people - although fundamentally they do not represent them.

"You're right, sir." Encouraged by Charles, the group of officers answered. R1152