Chapter 293: Death of Thiers (Part 2)
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Thiers was dying, he died under his own ingenuity, and he also died under his position in Jerome Bonaparte's heart.
In Thiers' mind, the 12.2 coup was just another coup similar to that of 1830, and at best Jerome Bonaparte was just like Louis-Philippe who kicked them all out of the center of power. , as long as Thiers is not completely dead, then he has a chance to make a comeback.
Who would have thought that Jerome Bonaparte would use despicable means to destroy him from the physical level!
With the sound of a gunshot, the illusion of harmony between Wallevsky and Thiers was shattered, replaced by a cold and desperate countdown to life.
Thiers stared at Wallevsky in front of him with wide eyes, his eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement, as if he had never thought that he would suffer such a terrible fate, and Wallevsky's icy eyes With a touch of regret, the muzzle of the revolver held by Wallevsky still had a wisp of white gunpowder produced by the incomplete combustion of the gunpowder.
The sharp pain in his chest and the slowing breathing sound seemed to be signaling death to Thiers' nerve center. He stumbled to the ground and put his right hand on the wound, as if he wanted to. Use this method to delay your own death.
"Why... what?" Thiers uttered his dying words with all his strength.
Wallevsky squatted beside Adolf Thiers and said in a low voice, "Mr. Thiers! If you let you stay in this world, I don't know how much trouble it will cause us!"
"You...will be...retributed...!" Thiers intermittently cursed the Jerome Bonaparte conspiracy group.
Wallevsky shook his head and sighed, "Maybe!"
Just when Wallevsky got up, the lieutenant colonel stationed outside the mansion suddenly broke in. He glanced at Adolphe Thiers, whose blood was dripping on the floor, and then at Walleves, who looked calm. Ki, with a horrified expression on his face.
"First... Sir, how are you? Nothing happened! You..." The lieutenant colonel hurriedly asked about Wallevsky's situation.
"I'm fine!" Wallevsky responded calmly to the lieutenant colonel, then handed the revolver to the lieutenant colonel and said briskly, "The pistol is very useful!"
"Sir...Sir, why did you kill him! The president... didn't the president say...one should not be killed...a big man like him died...what should I do!" The lieutenant colonel pointed desperately. Thiers, lying in a pool of blood and twitching, said to Wallevsky.
Faced with this hot tool for committing crimes, the lieutenant colonel dared not take over.
If the lieutenant colonel takes over, he could face charges of deliberately obliterating members of the Legislative Assembly.
This kind of charge is placed on his little lieutenant colonel, and if he doesn't make trouble, he will go to a military court.
"Don't panic!" Wallevsky seemed to appease the lieutenant colonel, who had lost his position because of excessive panic: "We are carrying out a revolution, and it is normal for some people to die during the revolution! Besides, you are in Don't you want to kill people on the battlefield?"
"No...not the same! Sir!" The lieutenant colonel shook his head desperately and responded to Wallevsky: "On the battlefield, we are facing the enemy, and he..." The lieutenant colonel pointed to the cold ladder Yell said desperately: "He is a member of the National Assembly, and it is said that he is also the head of a party..."
"There is no National Assembly anymore, and there will be no more party leaders!" Facing the "uninterested" lieutenant colonel, Wallevsky assumed the posture of a superior: "Wait until the dust settles. When the time comes, the Legislative Assembly will cease to exist, so what are you afraid of!"
Wallewski's reprimanding the lieutenant colonel in the tone of his superiors did make a difference. The military's strict subordinate system calmed the lieutenant colonel's overloaded mind.
"You're right!" The lieutenant colonel agreed with Wallevsky's statement, but he was still afraid of the reckoning: "However, he is always a big man in Paris!"
"Do you see that he still looks like a big man now?" Wallevsky said to the lieutenant colonel, pointing to Thiers.
"This..." The lieutenant colonel looked at the dead Thiers, and the fear of authority seemed to fade a little.
After the lieutenant colonel's mood was completely settled, Wallevsky patted the lieutenant colonel and said softly, "Don't worry! Thiers was killed by me, you don't have to take any responsibility!"
"Don't take responsibility!" The lieutenant colonel finally felt relieved after hearing Wallevsky's solemn responsibility: "That's great!"
Afterwards, the lieutenant colonel seemed to realize his inappropriate remarks and hurriedly explained: "I mean..."
Before the lieutenant colonel could finish speaking, Wallevsky interrupted the lieutenant colonel's explanation: "However, you must testify for me, I was forced to fight back!"
"Forced to fight back?" The lieutenant colonel was a little puzzled. He glanced at Thiers in a pool of blood. From the results of the scene, it seemed that Wallevsky had planned it for a long time.
"The truth sometimes doesn't matter!" Wallevsky responded indifferently: "What matters is what people are willing to believe! As long as we can keep instilling an idea in people, the citizens of Paris will subtly believe that we are That's right! Not a few people lose their lives in duels every year in Paris!"
Under the watchful eye of the lieutenant colonel, Wallevsky placed the pistol in the hands of Thiers, who had died.
"Can you give me another gun!" Wallevsky reached out to the lieutenant colonel,
Upon seeing this, the lieutenant colonel hurried out and asked his officers for a pistol, which he handed over to Wallevsky.
Looking at the old-fashioned flintlock pistol in front of him, Wallewski's eyes revealed a firmness.
Under the panicked eyes of the lieutenant colonel, Wallevsky gritted his teeth and pressed the flintlock pistol to his shoulder, then pulled the trigger.
With a "bang", a blood flower bloomed on Wallevsky's shoulder, and his ruddy face turned pale.
The severe pain made Wallewski almost fall to the ground, and the lieutenant colonel standing aside hurriedly supported Wallewski.
"This way you can report to your superiors! Because Adolphe Thiers was dissatisfied with our actions and sent me a duel request!" Valevsky said angrily.
The lieutenant colonel was extremely grateful to Wallevsky, whose forgery turned what was originally a one-sided murder into a duel death.
Those who die in a duel in Paris will not be held accountable.
"Thank you!" The lieutenant colonel expressed his sincere gratitude to Wallewski.
With the help of the lieutenant colonel, Wallevsky walked out of the Thiers mansion.
The first president of the Third Republic in history, and the only "Dick Tweeto", ended his short life with an ignominious murder at 5:30 on December 2, 1850.
From a certain point of view, Wallevsky indirectly saved the reputation of Thiers, making the peak of Thiers stay in the Orleans period.
When Wallevsky returned to the Elysee Palace, Jerome Bonaparte was surprised to find a bandage wrapped around Wallevsky's left shoulder.
"What happened?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Wallevsky what had happened.
Wallevsky reported the death of Adolphe Thiers to Jerome Bonaparte, and later falsified the scene at his own discretion.
After listening to Wallevsky's report, Jerome Bonaparte looked at Wallevsky with grateful eyes. Just as he was about to pat Wallevsky on the shoulder to comfort him, he suddenly realized that Wallevsky Skye still has a shoulder injury.
The hand that was in the air shrank back again, with an embarrassed but polite smile on his face: "Okay! Okay!"
Wallevsky and Jerome Bonaparte stayed in the bunker of the Elysee Palace waiting for news from the Ministry of War.
...
The arrest operation continued until 6 o'clock. Except for the death of Adolphe Thiers, most of the members of the parliament had been arrested in their sleep.
Still, a small number of MPs fled the army's pursuit.
Meanwhile, in another corner of Paris, the Rue de la Abbey, the former residence of Soubiz, now the "National Printing House", is working overtime.
As early as around 2 a.m., soldiers from the 4th Company, 1st Battalion, 2nd Regiment, 3rd Brigade, occupied the place. The captain in charge of the company was La Roche Devasy.
At about three o'clock in the morning, the head of the secretarial office, Mocar, brought a letter from the War Department to Captain La Roche de Vassy, which said: "He himself and his team have been dispatched by the manager of the National Printing House."
The soldiers loaded their bullets without saying a word, arranged guards in the workshop, and sent guards in the corridors, in front of doors and windows, and in all places~www.novelhall.com~ Two posts were also placed at the door leading to the street.
Having done all this, the captain asked Mokar what orders should be given to his soldiers.
Mokar, who came by the carriage, replied immediately: "It's the most simple and clear: anyone who tries to leave the factory or try to pass through will be shot!"
Afterwards, Mocar and the manager of the national printing house retreated to the office on the second floor. In a room large enough to overlook the entire garden, Mocar brought what he wanted to print to the printing house manager: Dissolution Decrees of the National Assembly, Appeals to the Army, Appeals to the People, Decrees on the Calling of Electors;
These are all about to be printed by the National Printing House, and many of the documents bear signs of alterations by Jérôme Bonaparte.
In order to prevent workers from reading in advance, every sentence in the content of the document is broken up, and each worker can only read part of the content.
The printing took an hour to complete. When the manager handed over the printed and spliced template to Mokar, Mokar nodded with satisfaction.
After confirming the template, and after nearly 2 hours of large-scale printing, the announcements appeared around 6 am.
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Thiers was dying, he died under his own ingenuity, and he also died under his position in Jerome Bonaparte's heart.
In Thiers' mind, the 12.2 coup was just another coup similar to that of 1830, and at best Jerome Bonaparte was just like Louis-Philippe who kicked them all out of the center of power. , as long as Thiers is not completely dead, then he has a chance to make a comeback.
Who would have thought that Jerome Bonaparte would use despicable means to destroy him from the physical level!
With the sound of a gunshot, the illusion of harmony between Wallevsky and Thiers was shattered, replaced by a cold and desperate countdown to life.
Thiers stared at Wallevsky in front of him with wide eyes, his eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement, as if he had never thought that he would suffer such a terrible fate, and Wallevsky's icy eyes With a touch of regret, the muzzle of the revolver held by Wallevsky still had a wisp of white gunpowder produced by the incomplete combustion of the gunpowder.
The sharp pain in his chest and the slowing breathing sound seemed to be signaling death to Thiers' nerve center. He stumbled to the ground and put his right hand on the wound, as if he wanted to. Use this method to delay your own death.
"Why... what?" Thiers uttered his dying words with all his strength.
Wallevsky squatted beside Adolf Thiers and said in a low voice, "Mr. Thiers! If you let you stay in this world, I don't know how much trouble it will cause us!"
"You...will be...retributed...!" Thiers intermittently cursed the Jerome Bonaparte conspiracy group.
Wallevsky shook his head and sighed, "Maybe!"
Just when Wallevsky got up, the lieutenant colonel stationed outside the mansion suddenly broke in. He glanced at Adolphe Thiers, whose blood was dripping on the floor, and then at Walleves, who looked calm. Ki, with a horrified expression on his face.
"First... Sir, how are you? Nothing happened! You..." The lieutenant colonel hurriedly asked about Wallevsky's situation.
"I'm fine!" Wallevsky responded calmly to the lieutenant colonel, then handed the revolver to the lieutenant colonel and said briskly, "The pistol is very useful!"
"Sir...Sir, why did you kill him! The president... didn't the president say...one should not be killed...a big man like him died...what should I do!" The lieutenant colonel pointed desperately. Thiers, lying in a pool of blood and twitching, said to Wallevsky.
Faced with this hot tool for committing crimes, the lieutenant colonel dared not take over.
If the lieutenant colonel takes over, he could face charges of deliberately obliterating members of the Legislative Assembly.
This kind of charge is placed on his little lieutenant colonel, and if he doesn't make trouble, he will go to a military court.
"Don't panic!" Wallevsky seemed to appease the lieutenant colonel, who had lost his position because of excessive panic: "We are carrying out a revolution, and it is normal for some people to die during the revolution! Besides, you are in Don't you want to kill people on the battlefield?"
"No...not the same! Sir!" The lieutenant colonel shook his head desperately and responded to Wallevsky: "On the battlefield, we are facing the enemy, and he..." The lieutenant colonel pointed to the cold ladder Yell said desperately: "He is a member of the National Assembly, and it is said that he is also the head of a party..."
"There is no National Assembly anymore, and there will be no more party leaders!" Facing the "uninterested" lieutenant colonel, Wallevsky assumed the posture of a superior: "Wait until the dust settles. When the time comes, the Legislative Assembly will cease to exist, so what are you afraid of!"
Wallewski's reprimanding the lieutenant colonel in the tone of his superiors did make a difference. The military's strict subordinate system calmed the lieutenant colonel's overloaded mind.
"You're right!" The lieutenant colonel agreed with Wallevsky's statement, but he was still afraid of the reckoning: "However, he is always a big man in Paris!"
"Do you see that he still looks like a big man now?" Wallevsky said to the lieutenant colonel, pointing to Thiers.
"This..." The lieutenant colonel looked at the dead Thiers, and the fear of authority seemed to fade a little.
After the lieutenant colonel's mood was completely settled, Wallevsky patted the lieutenant colonel and said softly, "Don't worry! Thiers was killed by me, you don't have to take any responsibility!"
"Don't take responsibility!" The lieutenant colonel finally felt relieved after hearing Wallevsky's solemn responsibility: "That's great!"
Afterwards, the lieutenant colonel seemed to realize his inappropriate remarks and hurriedly explained: "I mean..."
Before the lieutenant colonel could finish speaking, Wallevsky interrupted the lieutenant colonel's explanation: "However, you must testify for me, I was forced to fight back!"
"Forced to fight back?" The lieutenant colonel was a little puzzled. He glanced at Thiers in a pool of blood. From the results of the scene, it seemed that Wallevsky had planned it for a long time.
"The truth sometimes doesn't matter!" Wallevsky responded indifferently: "What matters is what people are willing to believe! As long as we can keep instilling an idea in people, the citizens of Paris will subtly believe that we are That's right! Not a few people lose their lives in duels every year in Paris!"
Under the watchful eye of the lieutenant colonel, Wallevsky placed the pistol in the hands of Thiers, who had died.
"Can you give me another gun!" Wallevsky reached out to the lieutenant colonel,
Upon seeing this, the lieutenant colonel hurried out and asked his officers for a pistol, which he handed over to Wallevsky.
Looking at the old-fashioned flintlock pistol in front of him, Wallewski's eyes revealed a firmness.
Under the panicked eyes of the lieutenant colonel, Wallevsky gritted his teeth and pressed the flintlock pistol to his shoulder, then pulled the trigger.
With a "bang", a blood flower bloomed on Wallevsky's shoulder, and his ruddy face turned pale.
The severe pain made Wallewski almost fall to the ground, and the lieutenant colonel standing aside hurriedly supported Wallewski.
"This way you can report to your superiors! Because Adolphe Thiers was dissatisfied with our actions and sent me a duel request!" Valevsky said angrily.
The lieutenant colonel was extremely grateful to Wallevsky, whose forgery turned what was originally a one-sided murder into a duel death.
Those who die in a duel in Paris will not be held accountable.
"Thank you!" The lieutenant colonel expressed his sincere gratitude to Wallewski.
With the help of the lieutenant colonel, Wallevsky walked out of the Thiers mansion.
The first president of the Third Republic in history, and the only "Dick Tweeto", ended his short life with an ignominious murder at 5:30 on December 2, 1850.
From a certain point of view, Wallevsky indirectly saved the reputation of Thiers, making the peak of Thiers stay in the Orleans period.
When Wallevsky returned to the Elysee Palace, Jerome Bonaparte was surprised to find a bandage wrapped around Wallevsky's left shoulder.
"What happened?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Wallevsky what had happened.
Wallevsky reported the death of Adolphe Thiers to Jerome Bonaparte, and later falsified the scene at his own discretion.
After listening to Wallevsky's report, Jerome Bonaparte looked at Wallevsky with grateful eyes. Just as he was about to pat Wallevsky on the shoulder to comfort him, he suddenly realized that Wallevsky Skye still has a shoulder injury.
The hand that was in the air shrank back again, with an embarrassed but polite smile on his face: "Okay! Okay!"
Wallevsky and Jerome Bonaparte stayed in the bunker of the Elysee Palace waiting for news from the Ministry of War.
...
The arrest operation continued until 6 o'clock. Except for the death of Adolphe Thiers, most of the members of the parliament had been arrested in their sleep.
Still, a small number of MPs fled the army's pursuit.
Meanwhile, in another corner of Paris, the Rue de la Abbey, the former residence of Soubiz, now the "National Printing House", is working overtime.
As early as around 2 a.m., soldiers from the 4th Company, 1st Battalion, 2nd Regiment, 3rd Brigade, occupied the place. The captain in charge of the company was La Roche Devasy.
At about three o'clock in the morning, the head of the secretarial office, Mocar, brought a letter from the War Department to Captain La Roche de Vassy, which said: "He himself and his team have been dispatched by the manager of the National Printing House."
The soldiers loaded their bullets without saying a word, arranged guards in the workshop, and sent guards in the corridors, in front of doors and windows, and in all places~www.novelhall.com~ Two posts were also placed at the door leading to the street.
Having done all this, the captain asked Mokar what orders should be given to his soldiers.
Mokar, who came by the carriage, replied immediately: "It's the most simple and clear: anyone who tries to leave the factory or try to pass through will be shot!"
Afterwards, Mocar and the manager of the national printing house retreated to the office on the second floor. In a room large enough to overlook the entire garden, Mocar brought what he wanted to print to the printing house manager: Dissolution Decrees of the National Assembly, Appeals to the Army, Appeals to the People, Decrees on the Calling of Electors;
These are all about to be printed by the National Printing House, and many of the documents bear signs of alterations by Jérôme Bonaparte.
In order to prevent workers from reading in advance, every sentence in the content of the document is broken up, and each worker can only read part of the content.
The printing took an hour to complete. When the manager handed over the printed and spliced template to Mokar, Mokar nodded with satisfaction.
After confirming the template, and after nearly 2 hours of large-scale printing, the announcements appeared around 6 am.
Make France Great Again Latest chapter address: https://
Make France Great Again Read the full text at: https://
Make France great again txt download address: https://
Make France Great Again Mobile Read: https://
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You can search "Make France Great Again Search Novels in Baidu to find the latest chapters!Thiers was dying, he died under his own ingenuity, and he also died under his position in Jerome Bonaparte's heart.In Thiers' mind, the 12.2 coup was just another coup similar to that of 1830, and at best Jerome Bonaparte was just like Louis-Philippe who kicked them all out of the center of power. , as long as Thiers is not completely dead, then he has a chance to make a comeback.Who would have thought that Jerome Bonaparte would use despicable means to destroy him from the physical level!With the sound of a gunshot, the illusion of harmony between Wallevsky and Thiers was shattered, replaced by a cold and desperate countdown to life.Thiers stared at Wallevsky in front of him with wide eyes, his eyes were full of confusion and puzzlement, as if he had never thought that he would suffer such a terrible fate, and Wallevsky's icy eyes With a touch of regret, the muzzle of the revolver held by Wallevsky still had a wisp of white gunpowder produced by the incomplete combustion of the gunpowder.The sharp pain in his chest and the slowing breathing sound seemed to be signaling death to Thiers' nerve center. He stumbled to the ground and put his right hand on the wound, as if he wanted to. Use this method to delay your own death."Why... what?" Thiers uttered his dying words with all his strength.Wallevsky squatted beside Adolf Thiers and said in a low voice, "Mr. Thiers! If you let you stay in this world, I don't know how much trouble it will cause us!""You...will be...retributed...!" Thiers intermittently cursed the Jerome Bonaparte conspiracy group.Wallevsky shook his head and sighed, "Maybe!"Just when Wallevsky got up, the lieutenant colonel stationed outside the mansion suddenly broke in. He glanced at Adolphe Thiers, whose blood was dripping on the floor, and then at Walleves, who looked calm. Ki, with a horrified expression on his face."First... Sir, how are you? Nothing happened! You..." The lieutenant colonel hurriedly asked about Wallevsky's situation."I'm fine!" Wallevsky responded calmly to the lieutenant colonel, then handed the revolver to the lieutenant colonel and said briskly, "The pistol is very useful!""Sir...Sir, why did you kill him! The president... didn't the president say...one should not be killed...a big man like him died...what should I do!" The lieutenant colonel pointed desperately. Thiers, lying in a pool of blood and twitching, said to Wallevsky.Faced with this hot tool for committing crimes, the lieutenant colonel dared not take over.If the lieutenant colonel takes over, he could face charges of deliberately obliterating members of the Legislative Assembly.This kind of charge is placed on his little lieutenant colonel, and if he doesn't make trouble, he will go to a military court."Don't panic!" Wallevsky seemed to appease the lieutenant colonel, who had lost his position because of excessive panic: "We are carrying out a revolution, and it is normal for some people to die during the revolution! Besides, you are in Don't you want to kill people on the battlefield?""No...not the same! Sir!" The lieutenant colonel shook his head desperately and responded to Wallevsky: "On the battlefield, we are facing the enemy, and he..." The lieutenant colonel pointed to the cold ladder Yell said desperately: "He is a member of the National Assembly, and it is said that he is also the head of a party...""There is no National Assembly anymore, and there will be no more party leaders!" Facing the "uninterested" lieutenant colonel, Wallevsky assumed the posture of a superior: "Wait until the dust settles. When the time comes, the Legislative Assembly will cease to exist, so what are you afraid of!"Wallewski's reprimanding the lieutenant colonel in the tone of his superiors did make a difference. The military's strict subordinate system calmed the lieutenant colonel's overloaded mind."You're right!" The lieutenant colonel agreed with Wallevsky's statement, but he was still afraid of the reckoning: "However, he is always a big man in Paris!""Do you see that he still looks like a big man now?" Wallevsky said to the lieutenant colonel, pointing to Thiers."This..." The lieutenant colonel looked at the dead Thiers, and the fear of authority seemed to fade a little.After the lieutenant colonel's mood was completely settled, Wallevsky patted the lieutenant colonel and said softly, "Don't worry! Thiers was killed by me, you don't have to take any responsibility!""Don't take responsibility!" The lieutenant colonel finally felt relieved after hearing Wallevsky's solemn responsibility: "That's great!"Afterwards, the lieutenant colonel seemed to realize his inappropriate remarks and hurriedly explained: "I mean..."Before the lieutenant colonel could finish speaking, Wallevsky interrupted the lieutenant colonel's explanation: "However, you must testify for me, I was forced to fight back!""Forced to fight back?" The lieutenant colonel was a little puzzled. He glanced at Thiers in a pool of blood. From the results of the scene, it seemed that Wallevsky had planned it for a long time."The truth sometimes doesn't matter!" Wallevsky responded indifferently: "What matters is what people are willing to believe! As long as we can keep instilling an idea in people, the citizens of Paris will subtly believe that we are That's right! Not a few people lose their lives in duels every year in Paris!"Under the watchful eye of the lieutenant colonel, Wallevsky placed the pistol in the hands of Thiers, who had died."Can you give me another gun!" Wallevsky reached out to the lieutenant colonel,Upon seeing this, the lieutenant colonel hurried out and asked his officers for a pistol, which he handed over to Wallevsky.Looking at the old-fashioned flintlock pistol in front of him, Wallewski's eyes revealed a firmness.Under the panicked eyes of the lieutenant colonel, Wallevsky gritted his teeth and pressed the flintlock pistol to his shoulder, then pulled the trigger.With a "bang", a blood flower bloomed on Wallevsky's shoulder, and his ruddy face turned pale.The severe pain made Wallewski almost fall to the ground, and the lieutenant colonel standing aside hurriedly supported Wallewski."This way you can report to your superiors! Because Adolphe Thiers was dissatisfied with our actions and sent me a duel request!" Valevsky said angrily.The lieutenant colonel was extremely grateful to Wallevsky, whose forgery turned what was originally a one-sided murder into a duel death.Those who die in a duel in Paris will not be held accountable."Thank you!" The lieutenant colonel expressed his sincere gratitude to Wallewski.With the help of the lieutenant colonel, Wallevsky walked out of the Thiers mansion.The first president of the Third Republic in history, and the only "Dick Tweeto", ended his short life with an ignominious murder at 5:30 on December 2, 1850.From a certain point of view, Wallevsky indirectly saved the reputation of Thiers, making the peak of Thiers stay in the Orleans period.When Wallevsky returned to the Elysee Palace, Jerome Bonaparte was surprised to find a bandage wrapped around Wallevsky's left shoulder."What happened?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Wallevsky what had happened.Wallevsky reported the death of Adolphe Thiers to Jerome Bonaparte, and later falsified the scene at his own discretion.After listening to Wallevsky's report, Jerome Bonaparte looked at Wallevsky with grateful eyes. Just as he was about to pat Wallevsky on the shoulder to comfort him, he suddenly realized that Wallevsky Skye still has a shoulder injury.The hand that was in the air shrank back again, with an embarrassed but polite smile on his face: "Okay! Okay!"Wallevsky and Jerome Bonaparte stayed in the bunker of the Elysee Palace waiting for news from the Ministry of War....The arrest operation continued until 6 o'clock. Except for the death of Adolphe Thiers, most of the members of the parliament had been arrested in their sleep.Still, a small number of MPs fled the army's pursuit.Meanwhile, in another corner of Paris, the Rue de la Abbey, the former residence of Soubiz, now the "National Printing House", is working overtime.As early as around 2 a.m., soldiers from the 4th Company, 1st Battalion, 2nd Regiment, 3rd Brigade, occupied the place. The captain in charge of the company was La Roche Devasy.At about three o'clock in the morning, the head of the secretarial office, Mocar, brought a letter from the War Department to Captain La Roche de Vassy, which said: "He himself and his team have been dispatched by the manager of the National Printing House."The soldiers loaded their bullets without saying a word, arranged guards in the workshop, and sent guards in the corridors, in front of doors and windows, and in all places~www.novelhall.com~ Two posts were also placed at the door leading to the street.Having done all this, the captain asked Mokar what orders should be given to his soldiers.Mokar, who came by the carriage, replied immediately: "It's the most simple and clear: anyone who tries to leave the factory or try to pass through will be shot!"Afterwards, Mocar and the manager of the national printing house retreated to the office on the second floor. In a room large enough to overlook the entire garden, Mocar brought what he wanted to print to the printing house manager: Dissolution Decrees of the National Assembly, Appeals to the Army, Appeals to the People, Decrees on the Calling of Electors;These are all about to be printed by the National Printing House, and many of the documents bear signs of alterations by Jrme Bonaparte.In order to prevent workers from reading in advance, every sentence in the content of the document is broken up, and each worker can only read part of the content.The printing took an hour to complete. When the manager handed over the printed and spliced template to Mokar, Mokar nodded with satisfaction.After confirming the template, and after nearly 2 hours of large-scale printing, the announcements appeared around 6 am.Make France Great Again Latest chapter address: https://Make France Great Again Read the full text at: https://Make France great again txt download address: https://Make France Great Again Mobile Read: https://For the convenience of reading next time, you can click on the \"Favorites\" below to record the reading record of this time Chapter 294 The Death of Thiers Part 2, and you can see it when you open the bookshelf next time!If you like "Make France Great Again", please recommend this book to your friends QQ, blog, WeChat, etc., thank you for your support! !
