Chapter 125: Witness and Revolution
In the midst of the cold winter winds, the Charles, surrounded by a group of army generals, made an arrogant attack on the National Assembly, which was clearly filled with contempt for the parliament and the political parties.
Although he was not as secure as he said he was, he had to pretend to be confident in front of everyone now, and only then would others not waver so easily.
And now, he was very pleased to find that among the officers present, there were indeed many people who agreed with his opinion. Even the most fierce attacks come from others.
But this is also normal - contempt for parliament and members of parliament has been a tradition of military officers in various countries, at least since Roman times 2,000 years ago.
When everyone had published a call of attack, real or false, Charles glanced around the group of officers in a light-hearted manner.
"Well, we really don't have much to say to the talkers, gentlemen, now let's talk something more pleasant!" In order to whet their appetite, Charles deliberately lengthened his tone, "I'm sure everyone will be interested. β
Several of the officers looked at each other, then looked at Charles inquiringly, asking him to tell him what he was buying.
Charles just smiled and nodded, then gestured to Captain Rochar.
Captain Rochar understood, and at this time he also smiled and opened his mouth to the others.
"Gentlemen, Mr. TrΓ©ville has given our regiment some good things lately......" Colonel Rochard's ability to sell off the door is no less than that of Charles, "I promise you'll all be surprised, just as I was before." β
Perhaps it was because he wanted to show himself in front of Charles, the regimental commander's expression was exaggerated, this short and fat man, with two big beards, and a red face, if it weren't for this military uniform, he didn't look like an officer but a roadside vendor, and it took Charles a lot of effort to not let himself laugh under the vivid performance of the regiment commander.
"Oh? What the hell is it? Just as the head of the regiment had expected, the others asked one after another, apparently completely aroused their curiosity.
"A weapon...... to be exact," Charles slowly raised his hand and made a rather powerful gesture, "an epoch-making weapon capable of giving you an immediate advantage over all imaginary enemies on the continent at this moment. β
Charles' words immediately caused an uproar among the officers, but many of them had a look of suspicion in their eyes, apparently not believing Charles's exaggerated words.
Charles didn't explain anymore, just looked at Colonel Rochard with a smile. "Are your men ready, sir?"
"We have been preparing since we received your letter yesterday, and of course we are ready now, sir." Lieutenant Colonel Rochard replied graciously, "You can immediately verify the effect of our preparations. β
"Oh? Let's get started. Charles nodded.
"Yes, sir."
The Colonel, who had received everyone's attention, left Charles almost happily, and then waved his hand at Lucien, who had been waiting for orders with his soldiers in the distance.
Then Lucien immediately walked up to the regimental commander, and the two officers walked back together.
"Let me introduce you to you, this is Major Leflair," the regimental commander immediately stretched out his hand to introduce Lucien, "he is one of my battalion commanders, and he will be in charge of demonstrating this new equipment to you today......
His tone was very gentle, not like the attitude of a high-ranking officer towards his subordinates, which made the other officers a little strange, but their strangeness was quickly dispelled by Charles's explanation.
"Yes, this Major Leflair is a good friend of mine, and he has always helped me a lot." Charles added calmly, "When my grandfather led the army to Italy, he also served as my grandfather's adjutant...... His appearance is very good, and my grandfather has praised him in front of me several times! β
After Charles's explanation, everyone suddenly realized that he was a close person of the Trevill family, and his future prospects were definitely limitless, and he could not be taken lightly because of his current low rank. So they all immediately put aside the reserve of the commander and greeted the major.
At this moment, Lucien only felt an indescribable excitement in his heart, and he knew that after such an introduction, these colonels and even generals would not just regard him as an insignificant little person in the future.
While serving in Africa, a regimental commander can shout at him, and a general can even decide whether a person lives or dies at will...... Here, on the contrary, the generals were courteous to him, patting him on the shoulder and greeting him cordially.
Why is this qiΔ? Of course he knows why.
He glanced at Charles gratefully, passing on all his thanks, and then he held back the joy and excitement in his heart, replied to the senior officers one by one, and then spoke to the group of officers in a tone that was as flat as possible.
"I have been instructed to show you a new weapon that can greatly improve the combat effectiveness of our army, please come with me, I believe you will definitely make this trip worthwhile."
Then he saluted the officers again, and turned to walk with a vigorous stride towards his soldiers, who were already on standby.
He knew that because of Charles's success, he had been given the opportunity to make the first military display of this epoch-making weapon, and that today, along with his troops, and even the show itself, would definitely leave a strong mark on the country's military history.
As he walked along, he remembered what Albert had said to him that day.
Do you want to be loyal to an emperor, or to a friend who treats you so sincerely?
He still had to give himself the same answer.
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In the cold winter wind, a group of soldiers stood stiff in the clearing, their guns pointed at distant targets. The cold wind howled in front of them, and their faces ached, but they didn't notice it, just stared ahead. And around them, a group of high-ranking officers, dressed in fine clothes and wearing various decorations, were watching them.
"Fire!"
In the midst of the officers' hoarse orders, the gunshots rang out continuously, hitting the target again and again, and also causing a commotion among the other officers.
This commotion soon became a tumult mixed with great consternation.
"So far?"
"Sir, what kind of weapon is this, how can it be so accurate?"
"Can you show me?"
These people's astonishment is not faked.
Perhaps at first, they would have made a look of interest in order to entertain the Charles, but after observing for a longer period of time and seeing the actual display of this weapon, their perfunctory coping soon turned into real interest.
Because this weapon is so superior that it only takes a few minutes of careful observation to see its unrivaled superiority over the old standard rifles.
At a much longer range than the usual rifle, this rifle is able to hit the target with a very high percentage of hits, and it doesn't seem to be inconvenient to carry - what does that mean?
Although there may be some moral flaws, after all, they are people who have served in the military for many years, and they are definitely no strangers to the military, especially the equipment of soldiers.
Amid the urging and excitement of the officers, Charles remained calm, smiling and answering them.
"Gentlemen, this new weapon, I am going to show it in front of the president and the whole army in the future military parade, and today I just let you see it in advance......" In intentionally or unintentionally revealing the importance of these people, Charles changed his words, "So, I want to ask you, don't let the news leak out, otherwise I will be embarrassed in front of the president at that time......"
After hearing Charles's joke, everyone laughed.
"Of course, none of us will discourage the president!" General de Corvey hurriedly replied with a smile, "But, Mr. Treville, surely you won't refuse to let us see it again after whetting our appetites?" I felt like I couldn't contain my curiosity. β
"Oh, well, if you say so, then I can't really go against your wishes." Charles nodded in response, and reached out to Lucien. "Major Leflair, you can stop the drill and give these weapons to you to see."
Lucien nodded immediately, then reached out and made a gesture.
When the officers under his command saw the battalion commander make a stop gesture, they immediately shouted a shout to the soldiers to stop the drill and then regroup.
Then, Charles led the group of officers to the group of soldiers.
Charles soothed the soldiers with kind words and complimented them on their appearance, while several of the other officers took their weapons directly from the soldiers and examined them carefully.
"It looks mediocre, and it hasn't changed much, so how can it cause such a different effect?" General de Corvey examined the gun as he muttered, "Oh, so there was a rifling carved into the barrel?" It's no wonder that the accuracy of the bullets has improved so much, but how did you solve the problem of jamming? Major Leflaire? β
"In order to solve the problem of jamming, this rifle uses a new type of bullet." Lucien patiently explained beside the general, then took the special bullet from another soldier and handed it to the general, "You see, this bullet can easily fit into the barrel before it is fired, but when fired, the end of the bullet expands when heated. This allows the bullet to snap into the rifling, so that after it flies out of the barrel, it actually rotates forward to hit the target, which greatly improves its accuracy. β
"Oh? Is that so? The general's eyes widened as if he understood something, and then he reached out and took the bullet from Lucien's hand, "Then can I try?" β
"Listen up, sir."
General de Corvey wordlessly picked up his gun, his expression very serious and serious, as if he had been completely absorbed in the new weapon.
After placing the bullet in the barrel and pressing it tightly with the throughbar, he raised the gun flat.
"Oh, it feels pretty good." Before shooting, he smiled and said to his colleagues, "I dare say I'm going to get a good grade......
Then, without further ado, he closed one eye and looked ahead.
"Bang!"
After firing the shot, the general put up the rifle in his hand and looked at the target in the distance through the smoke.
"I really hit it!" He exclaimed, then looked at the gun in his hand in disbelief. "That's amazing, I'm going to have to get all my troops to use this weapon! Major, what model is this weapon? What troops are now mounted? I must also apply for my troops, and hurry up and equip them to us, we need it more than the troops in the capital! β
Under his eager gaze, Lucien did not answer, but turned to look at Charles.
With his appearance, the general's gaze also turned to Charles, "Charles, is this ......?" β
"Sir, you're right, this gun is not the standard equipment of the army now, but I just got a little bit through a special channel." Charles still had that calm smile on his face, "Of course, this is only temporary, it won't be long before your troops, as well as other people's troops, can use this weapon." As for the name...... Its name is also unremarkable, it is called Giverny 1850. β
The name "Giverny Type 1850" did not make much of an impression on the general, and what really interested him was when his troops would be able to obtain such weapons.
"That's great, Charles!" He looked at Charles happily, "As long as you can help with this, I think the whole army will be grateful to you." β
"We are just serving the country, and we don't expect any gratitude." Charles replied unhurriedly.
Before anyone else could speak, he immediately said another request of his own. "Then, ladies and gentlemen, if you really have the heart, please simply write a petition to tell you what you have seen, so that the president can hear your voice, so that I can also do my best to promote the strength of our army to a higher level as soon as possible."
Without hesitation or prevarication, the officers quickly wrote a petition as Charles had requested.
With a hint of joy in his heart, Charles accepted the petitions with a calm expression - with these things he could more justifiably pass through the ministers and kick out all those who made him look unpleasant.
What a pleasure it would be.
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After a busy day, a somewhat tired Charles chose to take a walk on the edge of the parade ground.
At this time, he was no longer a star-studded man, and General de Corvey was the only one by his side.
The two of them did not speak, but walked silently among the meadows and forests, breathing in the cold air of the countryside.
It was already approaching evening, the soldiers had returned to the camp and stationed, and the pedestrians on the road had long been extinct, and the sky and the earth were vast, and only the vast wilderness remained.
However, while it was a spectacular sight, the Charles were unaware. Even after a rare walk, he was constantly thinking about what he had to deal with, and he no longer had the time to enjoy the beauty of nature.
"Charles, yours got this gun, right?" After some unknown time, General de Corvey suddenly asked Charles, "And, I suppose, you have had some trouble before, so you haven't let it into the army yet?" β
Charles didn't answer, just nodded slightly.
"I knew that these people have always been this virtue!" The general sneered, obviously not very respectful to the officials in the War Department, "It's really troublesome to deal with them, they are all goblins, and they are extremely slippery!" β
"They're all of them, but I think we do have a way of taming them." Charles replied calmly, "If we can't be tamed, at least we can whip them and make these foxes miserable." β
"Oh, what a bold answer!" The general laughed, "Charles, you're much more spirited than your father, you know...... He was a very talented artist, not a fighter. β
"I haven't been on the battlefield."
"The spirit of a fighter is not to look down on the battlefield, as long as you have the determination to do everything, then everyone can become a fighter." The general replied leisurely, and then he smiled again, "This time it's not a deliberate compliment, Charles. β
"Well, I thank you for the compliment."
In the half-dim light, the general surveyed Charles' face.
"Ah, what a pity, if you didn't have **, you would probably be able to be the prime minister!" The general suddenly sighed, "It's a pity that we ruined this qiΔ, and both of us had to flee first, and then rebuild our own qiΔ." β
"As long as we live, we will have a chance to win a qiΔ, and it doesn't depend on the times."
"Yes, we personally have a chance," the general's tone was still a little strange, "but our whole is finished, and we have to follow the impersonation of representatives of the country under the banner of Napoleon!" It's a huge joke that we, the descendants of the nobility, have become the creatures of the **, and the ** have destroyed our class, the Charles. β
"I couldn't agree more."
Charles looked up, looking into the distance.
If you want to ask what ** is, the answer is actually surprisingly simple.
Except for those slogans such as freedom and human rights, ** has its own substance everywhere.
In the United States, it is the colonial elite who are free from the constraints of the suzerainty and run the country alone; In China, it is to realize the public ownership of land and accumulate funds for industrialization on the basis of public ownership of land; In France, the essence of this was the abolition of the tax-free privileges of the nobility, as well as the abolition of primogeniture.
Twenty years of bloody storms, a republic appeared and disappeared, an empire rose and fell, and only these two things were done, and only these two things were needed to make the whole country completely change.
If the aristocracy is not accompanied by wealth and power, then it is just an empty signboard, and after the abolition of the tax-free privilege, almost every aristocratic landlord who is not good at management and is accustomed to squandering will slide into the abyss of bankruptcy; With the abolition of primogeniture, the wealth of the aristocracy would be diluted within a few generations, and eventually each family would not be able to maintain the standard of aristocratic living.
The combination of the two was in effect the destruction of the aristocratic class itself.
The textbook saying that "the bourgeoisie replaces the aristocratic class" does not mean that the aristocracy will be killed cleanly with a guillotine, but that the bourgeoisie will catch up with or even replace the aristocracy in terms of wealth, and finally become the real owners of the entire country.
The Napoleonic empire has been subsided, but the gains have been preserved, and no one dares to touch them again. Even the Bourbon royal family, who returned to China for restoration, could not do this, and could only lament the good old days. These kings, princes and dukes who occupy high thrones can only admit the reality, greet the victors of the ** era with a smile, compliment their success, envy their wealth, and at the same time be careful not to offend them.
What the Restoration Dynasty could not do, the Second Empire could not do, and it had absolutely no interest in doing it.
Louis Bonaparte could have given an unknown number of princes and dukes, but he could not re-establish the complete feudal aristocracy in France - it could be delayed, suppressed for a short time, but difficult to reverse. Knowing this reality so well that even nobles, such as Charles and General de Corvey, never thought of restoring this qiΔ.
"But we can still transform an entire country, can we?" He suddenly looked at the general with a smile. R1152