The capital of the French Republic, Paris.

These days, the citizens of Paris have been in a carnival, parades, gatherings and speeches filled this holy place of the liberal revolution. The passionate and unpopular men and revolutionary women were from the Saint-Anton District, where the Great Revolution broke out in 1789. Numerous poor people joined along the way. The gathering of people shouted revolutionary slogans and rushed to the Liberty Square in front of the Paris Commune, because there, Eber, his comrades and allies were giving enthusiastic speeches to celebrate the resurgence of Toulon.

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"Citizens, revolutionary citizens of Paris, the regaining of Toulon was the greatest military achievement of the Republic in two years. The soldiers of the Toulon Legion, led by the extremely brave General Andrew, drove away the enemies of the free France in just six days, wiped out the garbage of the Republic, and won the victory of the Battle of Toulon. Let us cheer for the invincible General Andrew, the new mountain port, and the free France.

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Yes, like me, you have heard some strange tunes from dark corners these days. What are they saying, saying that General Andrew is a butcher, a tyrant, and a yellow-skinned Satan. No! No! No! They are not saying, they are slandering, slandering, and viciously attacking our Andrew citizen, the general of the Republic who hates evil, a great revolutionary from the East. Any orders that Andrew performed represent the interests of the Republic, France, and fulfilling the spirit of the resolutions of the National Convention, and reflecting the wishes of the revolutionary masses.

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Finally, let us cheer again and shout slogans, hoping that this extremely exciting music can summon Andrew's citizens to come to the revolutionary Paris as soon as possible!

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Before Eber's words could be heard, waves of shaking cheers had erupted:

"Long live freedom!"

"Long live the revolution!"

"Long live Shanyue Port!"

"Long live the Paris Commune!"

"Long live General Andrew!"

"Long live the French Republic!"

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Not far from the crowded square, in an inconspicuous but heavily guarded attic, the "Big Three" gathered at Robespierre's home to discuss something.

Gently, Robespierre Jr., who was the interim clerk of the meeting, closed the open windows because the noise from outside prevented the members of the reception room from working properly.

"Okay, let's continue," he heard that the noise was much less and he could hold a meeting as usual. Robespierre signaled everyone to continue speaking, "What is the next issue?"

"Yes, at the regular meeting of the National Council tomorrow, we will discuss how to punish Andrew's citizens who wantonly massacre innocent people when attacking Toulon." The interim clerk said nervously.

Robespierre looked at his younger brother coldly, but said nothing. Of course, he understood that his brother was worried about the butcher general. In the past two years, in the war to defend the Republic, it was not uncommon to massacre against nobles and priests without any trial, but it was basically completed by the unspoken trousers led by the Ebers and the rebellious faction. Of course, the special commissioners of the garrison in various places were also "unreliable", but this time, the execution of tens of thousands of unarmed and unresisting people was unheard of.

Damn Fred, he shouldn't have listened to Cudong's advice and sent him to the Toulon Legion as a commissioner. Now that he has caused such a big misunderstanding for himself, Robespierre regrets his hasty resolution. As the most determined revolutionary, Maximilian, Robespierre also came from a declining noble family. Of course, he opposed this uncontrollable massacre. He also implicitly criticized the atrocities of the commissioners and the trousers in many public places, but the results were very little, because this suppression of the free enemy had completely evolved into hysterical revenge.

In the name of revolution, under this high-sounding slogan, many innocent people fell in pools of blood. Robespierre felt a little emotional in his heart, but rationally he understood that the winning general could not be punished, at least now, but should be a reward, even though he was a devil. The cheers of the unspoken trousers had clearly told himself that the greatest driving force of the revolution was completely on General Andrew's side; the swampers would not have big opinions, and they were most concerned about their own interests and their economic interests were not damaged; Dandong's position is currently firm, and the only opposition voice in the National Convention should come from the so-called "tolerance factions"; but these are not the main thing, and the most important thing is to maintain unity in the Jacobins, especially among the three of us, because any irreconcilable contradictions within can ruin the future of the revolution. I really hope that Saint Just can maintain his personal character and not create a slight split for this.

Just as Robespierre was still sitting upright, thinking about his own problems without expression, but his comrade-in-arms, Kudong was already a little impatient, and he stood up and said loudly to the leader:

"Citizens of Robespierre can only be rewards, not punishments to General Andrew. The massacre order is a collective order of the Public Security Commission. Any improper move will make the revolutionary citizens of the Republic feel disappointed." The disabled priest with a firm tone unconsciously glanced at Saint Just beside him, because among the three, he was the only one who had prejudice against Andrew.

"Yes, I think, too, to Andrew's..." the interim clerk immediately echoed, but under Robespierre's stern gaze, he did not dare to continue his words.

"I also object," Saint Just said, and then the clerk said: "It is right that I have some personal grudges with Andrew, but this does not mean my destruction of his merits. Saint Just, who is clearly divided in public and private, requires the committee to promote Andrew to the Army Lieutenant General and transfer it to Paris to reuse according to custom."

Saint Just surprised Cudon and even more surprised Robespierre Jr., but only Robespierre knew that although Saint Just, who was a soldier, had his own shortcomings, he always put national interests above personal grievances again, which was also what he admired the most.

Robespierre nodded and said, "Agree, Saint Just's proposal, what about Cudon's opinion?" Couton certainly had no comment, because he had completed the task entrusted by his friend, Barras. Robespierre continued, "In order to commend General Andrew's achievements, in addition to being promoted to Lieutenant General, another vote should be passed in the National Convention to grant Andrew citizen an honorary member of the parliament. However, this honor must be awarded until Andrew citizen returns to Paris."

"Agree!" said Saint Just.

"Agree!" Kudong also said.

"Okay, let's take a break and prepare to move on to the next topic." Robespierre called the guard to serve the coffee.

In the suburbs of Paris, there is a beautiful villa. Danton is accompanying his newlywed wife. Miss Louise, who has just turned 16, reads aloud in the room lyrics praising God.

In high spirits, the tolerant leader found his comrade-in-arms, angrily rushed in, walked up to him, took out a slightly crummy newspaper, and threw it on the coffee table without saying a word.

This is a newly published old Cordliere, whose calm master saw it clearly, and he knew more clearly what De Muran wanted to say in anger.

Dandong comforted his wife, who was a little frightened, and sent her to the bedroom upstairs to rest. Then he returned to the living room, waved his hand, and said to the MP who was still angry: "My friend, please sit down first, your comrade will explain everything."

Looking at the classmates of the Louis College sitting far away from him, Dandong continued: "Yes, I did not publish an article condemning General Andrew's wanton massacre in the newspaper as per the resolution we discussed yesterday, but there is a reason, and I can make it clear."

"Hehe, the reason for the President of the National Convention is nothing more than a businessman sending money to your residence." De Muran said sarcastically.

"Of course, I received 80,000 gold coins, Delacroix received 60,000, and Philippo received 60,000. How much did you accept, my classmate?" Dandong's words made De Muran a little embarrassed, and then said with a tactful sentence:

"Actually, you know that I love money, women, and all beautiful things, and like everyone else, advocate freedom, tolerance, humanity and the rule of law. Butchers from the East have let innocent people's blood cover the streets and alleys of Toulon. I hate this violence very much, so I took the initiative to denounce Andrew in the newspapers and punish the Toulon Legion in the National Convention, but when I returned home, I gave up this irrational idea. There are three reasons:

Dandong, who loves money, is very honest and indeed collects money from merchants. Although he can't figure out why someone is secretly spending a lot of money to buy good things for Andrew, whoever takes the money always expresses his gratitude to the money sender. This is the first reason, very simple, it is tolerance;

The second reason is that you can actually feel that when you come to me from the city, you should find the craze of the citizens, just like the year when freedom began, there were Eberts everywhere, the resentment and the Babevs ignited the earth volcano. If we sing against them at this time, the three giants led by our classmates will not support them, and the fences will not support them, and we will also be killed like the Toulon nobles and priests, and the angry crowd will still put our bodies in the streets and alleys of Paris;

The third reason is that Andrew did not endanger freedom, obstruct humanitarianism and damage the rule of law, because he implemented the highest instructions of the Public Security Commission. Andrew was just a general, an oriental, or a revolutionary. In this regard, he must obey the will of the commissioner, otherwise he would be the first to be finished, and the massacre will continue. Or to put it another way, Andrew did not harm our interests, but instead added a lot of money;

So, please be satisfied, just go back and comfort our comrades, and ask them not to criticize the victorious general at tomorrow's regular meeting. If necessary, they should support the reward for Andrew, which is a reward, not a punishment."

"Where are you, Dandong, don't you go back to preside over the meeting?" asked De Muran, who was persuaded.

"What do you think I can do when I go back? I continue to watch the clowns' performances, but I am still accused of greed for pleasure and being treated as a conquering enemy. Maybe I don't have much time left, I just hope to accompany my wife and experience more warm and peaceful days." The master shook his hand helplessly, and did not get up to send Councillor De Muran away.

In a mansion in the city center, there were also a group of people gathered, including committee members, congressmen, generals, and rich or nouveau riche. They sat in groups of three or five on expensive Italian sofas, drinking champagne from the Sun King era, and talking loudly about money and women. Oh, this is the swamp party in the National Guild.

"Everyone, let's cheer for Free France!" A short red-nosed merchant strung up from the sofa, raised his wine glass and said to everyone.

But no one paid attention to him, and even the MP who had just talked to him ignored him. The businessman was a little embarrassed and continued to shout: "Everyone, let us cheer for the victory of the Battle of Toulon!"

Still, no one got up to agree, and the red nose was a little embarrassed, but he was not willing to give up, and finally shouted in his own "loud" voice:

"Let's cheers for the benefit!"

"Cheers, for the benefit!"

"Cheers, for money!"

"Cheers, for women, beautiful women!"

“Hahahahahahahahahahahaha.”

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Cheers came one after another, and the solo of the Red Nose Businessman gradually became everyone's chorus.

"A friend from the Toulon Legion sent a message. There were many good things in the butcher general's trophy, and it was said that he would be sent to Paris." The Red Nose Merchant continued excitedly: "Do you want to know what?"

"What's there? If it's money, we're not interested." This is the voice of businessmen and nouveau riche.

"Say, damn profiteer, be careful I'll throw you to the Seine." This is the voice of the generals.

"Let me tell me, little guy, or your property will be confiscated tomorrow, and your woman, haha." This is the voice of the members and the committee members.

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The Red Nose Merchant was obviously used to hearing these words and was not at all unhappy. Instead, he wanted to arouse everyone's appetite and slowly tasted a little scent of the scent. Before everyone really got angry, he said it out:

"Our General Andrew will send you the British opium, Italian clothes, Dutch oil paintings, Spanish carvings, and the best tea from the East."

The merchant's words hit the water like a 24-pound shell, causing waves to be made among the crowd again, and the swamp sent people to shout enthusiastically, like a carnival.

"Ha, I want opium, this is my favorite!"

"A general like a pig's head, do you want to win a battle in your fantasy? Hahaha!"

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"I want clothes! Italian things are very suitable for me."

"My dear MP, which mistress do you want to send them to? A crappy stallion, do you want to learn from Balas and give birth to a lot of illegitimate children?"

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"I want oil painting, carving and tea!"

"Damn nouveau riche, why do you want to waste those treasures? You shouldn't want anything except money. You should know that these works of art are all what I want."

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The fierce quarrel began, of course General Andrew caused the trouble.

At night, Paris, which had been noisy all day long, finally regained its tranquility. The bustling crowds on the streets had long dispersed, leaving only a piece of dilapidated, and countless wastes wandered in the strong wind. In the remote suburbs of Paris, there were still some people surrounded by some hidden cellars, about 10. Men were wearing black clothes, women were wearing black veils, and each was holding candles in their hands, as if to pay tribute to their relatives. Under the leadership of an old man who looked like a pastor, they prayed with great devout prayers.

Amen, when everyone finished pronunciating the last word, the calm in the cellar returned to peace. Soon, the "priest" first let the women and children leave, and only men are left in the cellar, the short silence was broken by the old man's words.

"Tani, is the secret team of Marshal Vandai set out? Is it reliable?" The old man was a nobleman, because there was a royal sign on his chest, and the object of his speech was a young man on the right, who was also a nobleman.

"Yes, I set out three days ago, with a total of 500 people, all brave soldiers of the king. The officers who commanded them were all loyal nobles of the kingdom, and they were absolutely reliable. Many relatives also died under the butcher knife of the yellow-skinned devil. They had a deep blood hatred with the Eastern Satan and were extremely firm in their will. In addition, I ask His Highness the Duke to let me be responsible for going to Toulon and command the assassination." Tani's answer was straightforward and determined. In the end, he knelt in front of the old man alone, hoping that the Duke would agree to his request. Because the young man's wife and daughter also died in the Toulon massacre.

"No, child, God understands the hatred in your heart. I cannot lose you again after losing my daughter and granddaughter, my son-in-law." The old man was very sad and sad. From his tone, he seemed to feel that the existence of a high-ranking nobleman was not left behind. All he was kind and kind old man.

"Father, my kind father, your daughter Alice, has summoned me countless times in his dreams to reunite with them in heaven. Please agree to my last wish." Tani did not satisfy his father-in-law's request, pulled out his sword and raised his hands above his head.

This is the honor given to him by King Louis XVI. He was once the king's guard. He went to the road to hell without hesitation, whether for the benefit of the public, the nobles, the private, or his own hatred.

The strong old man tried his best not to let his tears flow, but he still couldn't bear a lot of tears in his eyes, one drop after another, fell on the young man. Finally, the old man suppressed the sadness in his heart, didn't bother to wipe his tears, resolutely picked up the sword, and solemnly handed it back to his son-in-law, and said, "Promise me, I must come back alive!"

Looking at the child leaving, the old man turned his head and cried no longer. Yes, he regained the dignity of the noble family and the majesty that the noble Duke of France should have.

"You, tell me about the situation of the British cabinet, how they were prepared to deal with the betrayal of the Mediterranean Fleet, and the timid general." The Duke said, pointing to the man wearing the uniform of the Colonel officer of the Louis era.

"Your Highness, Prime Minister Peter has not made a final decision yet, because there are still some people in the cabinet and the Admiralty to protect the damn traitor. However, General Ohara's family and his allies are moving in the government and the country, and demanding to join us in debating Nelson, and it is said that he has also obtained evidence of Nelson's treason." The spoken officer, who had just sneaked back to Paris from England.

"Hehe, isn't that letter? This is a trick by the Eastern people. Everyone knows it, but we still have to believe its authenticity. Even if we can't kill Nelson, we must let him get a skin. Go back and report to the Dharma King and ask Your Majesty to fully support the struggle of Ohara's family." The Duke said gritted his teeth, because it was this admiral who left his relatives to the cruel Eastern butcher.

"What about you, how will the rebels' parliament be prepared to deal with Toulon's tyrant, be transferred, be removed, or be sent to the guillotine?" said the Duke to a royal MP disguised in the National Convention.

"Sir, I'm sorry, no one will propose a punishment for Andrew at the meeting tomorrow. Because all the political factions have been bribed, not to mention that the price we paid is far less than others." The royal party MP said angrily.

"Born? Who is the butcher of Toulon?" asked the Duke.

"It should be, because I heard such remarks at the rally of nouveau riche." The royal MP said.

"Damn it, it seems that God's punishment for the yellow-skinned Satan can only be accomplished by the hands of my son." In the cellar, the old man said the last sentence.

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The next morning, the National Convention's discussion on General Andrew was still very common. Outside the venue, amid the cheers of countless poor people, the transactions that the government and the opposition factions had completed behind the scenes caused the parliament to pass a series of bills in a very short time. That night, with the Supreme Resolution of the National Convention, the Paris Special Envoy rushed to Shanyue Port at night.
Chapter completed!