Chapter 70: Marseille City Election Status
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August 2, 1848.
The fiery sun rose slowly from the hills in the east, shining its light and heat on every inch of the land in the city of Rome. This is the hottest time of the year in Rome, and there are few pedestrians even in the streets in the early morning. Residents with meager assets in the urban area open all their doors and windows to get a little cool, while the slightly wealthier residents close their doors and windows and take out the ice cubes stored in the cellar the previous winter and put them into their houses.
At 8:00 in the morning, under the shade of a tree at the entrance of the hotel near the ancient Roman Colosseum, Jerome Bonaparte, dressed in simple casual clothes, was standing still waiting for the arrival of the carriage.
The dazzling sunlight shone through the shade of the trees to Jerome Bonaparte's back and arms, and sweat soaked Jerome Bonaparte's back and sleeves.
The originally white shirt gradually became wrinkled, and was firmly attached to Jerome Bonaparte's back. The moist and sticky feeling from the sleeves and back made Jerome Bonaparte have to constantly Shake the shirt, and every shake drops a little sweat.
After about 10 minutes, two brown open-top carriages appeared in front of Jerome Bonaparte, and Persini and Letty were seated in one of the carriages.
Persini's carriage was parked within five steps of the shade of Jerome Bonaparte, and Letty's carriage was parked under the steps of the hotel. Persini and Letty got out of their carriages at the same time. Persini came to Jerome Bonaparte, and Letty entered the hotel along the steps.
"Your Majesty, get in the car!" Persini bowed to Jerome Bonaparte and invited Jerome Bonaparte to get in the car.
"Um!"
Jerome Bonaparte nodded and got into Persini's carriage, and Persini took his seat right behind him.
Letty on the other carriage also ran from the hotel to the carriage with a large bag and a small bag.
When everything was ready, Jerome Bonaparte commanded the coachman in the driver's seat in standard Tuscan language: "Let's go!"
The coachman who heard the order gently patted the brown-red tall horse's buttocks. The horse that received the signal raised its hooves, and the carriage moved slowly.
From the ancient Roman Colosseum to the outskirts of Rome, the carriages drove at a constant speed.
When the carriage was completely away from the city of Rome, the carriage gradually increased its speed.
As the speed of the carriage increased, waves of heat hit Jerome Bonaparte's body, and Jerome Bonaparte could finally feel a touch of freshness.
Thanks to the sweltering heat in August, there were no carriages or pedestrians on the pipeline from Rome to Civitavecchia. The carriage that Jerome Bonaparte rode in could let go of its hooves and gallop.
The straight-line distance of 70 kilometers took less than 3 hours to arrive.
After paying the fare, Persini led Jerome Bonaparte and Letty to a cargo ship.
Through Persini's introduction, Jerome Bonaparte learned that the owner of the cargo ship was a lame retired military officer who was also a Bonapartist believer.
As soon as he got on the ship, Jerome Bonaparte was surrounded by the enthusiasm on the ship. Under the leadership of the captain, everyone on the ship lined up in two rows and shouted: "Long live Bonaparte! Long live the Empire!"
Seeing this, Jerome Bonaparte also echoed, "Long live the Empire!"
Under the leadership of the captain, Jerome Bonaparte was arranged to the captain's own room.
The whole room was incomparably tidy. From the layout of the room, Jerome Bonaparte could be sure that the owner of the ship must have sent someone to tidy it up in advance. On the wooden wall of the room was a portrait of the emperor crossing the Alps. , next to the portrait is a crossed command knife.
"I'm interested!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded to the captain.
"Your Majesty, this is what we should do!" The captain showed a flattered expression and asked cautiously, "If you have any dissatisfaction, you can come to me at any time!"
"I'm very satisfied!" Jerome Bonaparte looked at the captain, his eyes stopped for a moment on the captain's lame right foot, and asked, "Can you tell me your story!"
"It's an honor! Your Majesty!"
The captain told Jérôme Bonaparte about himself. He was born in Provence during the imperial period. He lived in the imperial period and listened to the wounded veterans telling the story of the emperor's southern expedition and the Northern War. He had infinite longing for the emperor.【 PS: From a certain point of view, the veterans who were forced to return home because of the war were the best advocates for promoting Bonaparte. By promoting the tall image of the emperor, they contrasted their bravery on the side. ], when he was 9 years old, the empire collapsed, the Restoration Dynasty set up the Homecoming Corps in Provence, and liquidated the veterans and officers of the Napoleonic period. His neighbors and uncles became the target of liquidation, and even he almost became liquidation. Subject ~www.novelhall.com~ Speaking of this, the captain said in a hoarse voice: "I hate that **** dynasty, it made our lives a mess."
Since then, the captain was determined to give the **** dynasty a good look. In order to complete his revenge, when he was 20 years old, he joined the Bourbon army and gradually became an officer in the Bourbon army.
Before he could start his army's great cause of revenge, the Restoration Bourbon was overthrown and Charles X was forced to flee.
Confused, he could only follow the army into Algeria. He was injured in a counterattack in Algeria and was forced to leave the army. Returning to his hometown, he relied on the treasure he robbed in Algeria to open a small shipping company in Marseille and other countries. Become a captain successfully.
"I look forward to the arrival of the Empire all the time!" the captain said to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Don't worry! The Empire will return soon!" Jerome Bonaparte assured the captain.
Then, Jerome Bonaparte asked the captain about the voting situation in Marseille Port.
"Your Majesty, as far as I know, the situation in the Var province is not optimistic! Most of the little nobles in the countryside tend to be that guy Cavaignac." The captain first said to Jerome Bonaparte politely, and then encouraged: " However, I believe that the majority of France is willing to support you!"
Jérôme Bonaparte was not surprised to hear bad news from Mouth of the Rhône. In his impression, most of the votes for Cavaignac came from Provence.
Provence is a gathering place for the orthodox voting district, and those orthodox diehards are justifiably hostile to him, a Bonapartist.
However, if Cavaignac wants to beat him with the votes of a district in Provence, it is really difficult.
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August 2, 1848.
The fiery sun rose slowly from the hills in the east, shining its light and heat on every inch of the land in the city of Rome. This is the hottest time of the year in Rome, and there are few pedestrians even in the streets in the early morning. Residents with meager assets in the urban area open all their doors and windows to get a little cool, while the slightly wealthier residents close their doors and windows and take out the ice cubes stored in the cellar the previous winter and put them into their houses.
At 8:00 in the morning, under the shade of a tree at the entrance of the hotel near the ancient Roman Colosseum, Jerome Bonaparte, dressed in simple casual clothes, was standing still waiting for the arrival of the carriage.
The dazzling sunlight shone through the shade of the trees to Jerome Bonaparte's back and arms, and sweat soaked Jerome Bonaparte's back and sleeves.
The originally white shirt gradually became wrinkled, and was firmly attached to Jerome Bonaparte's back. The moist and sticky feeling from the sleeves and back made Jerome Bonaparte have to constantly Shake the shirt, and every shake drops a little sweat.
After about 10 minutes, two brown open-top carriages appeared in front of Jerome Bonaparte, and Persini and Letty were seated in one of the carriages.
Persini's carriage was parked within five steps of the shade of Jerome Bonaparte, and Letty's carriage was parked under the steps of the hotel. Persini and Letty got out of their carriages at the same time. Persini came to Jerome Bonaparte, and Letty entered the hotel along the steps.
"Your Majesty, get in the car!" Persini bowed to Jerome Bonaparte and invited Jerome Bonaparte to get in the car.
"Um!"
Jerome Bonaparte nodded and got into Persini's carriage, and Persini took his seat right behind him.
Letty on the other carriage also ran from the hotel to the carriage with a large bag and a small bag.
When everything was ready, Jerome Bonaparte commanded the coachman in the driver's seat in standard Tuscan language: "Let's go!"
The coachman who heard the order gently patted the brown-red tall horse's buttocks. The horse that received the signal raised its hooves, and the carriage moved slowly.
From the ancient Roman Colosseum to the outskirts of Rome, the carriages drove at a constant speed.
When the carriage was completely away from the city of Rome, the carriage gradually increased its speed.
As the speed of the carriage increased, waves of heat hit Jerome Bonaparte's body, and Jerome Bonaparte could finally feel a touch of freshness.
Thanks to the sweltering heat in August, there were no carriages or pedestrians on the pipeline from Rome to Civitavecchia. The carriage that Jerome Bonaparte rode in could let go of its hooves and gallop.
The straight-line distance of 70 kilometers took less than 3 hours to arrive.
After paying the fare, Persini led Jerome Bonaparte and Letty to a cargo ship.
Through Persini's introduction, Jerome Bonaparte learned that the owner of the cargo ship was a lame retired military officer who was also a Bonapartist believer.
As soon as he got on the ship, Jerome Bonaparte was surrounded by the enthusiasm on the ship. Under the leadership of the captain, everyone on the ship lined up in two rows and shouted: "Long live Bonaparte! Long live the Empire!"
Seeing this, Jerome Bonaparte also echoed, "Long live the Empire!"
Under the leadership of the captain, Jerome Bonaparte was arranged to the captain's own room.
The whole room was incomparably tidy. From the layout of the room, Jerome Bonaparte could be sure that the owner of the ship must have sent someone to tidy it up in advance. On the wooden wall of the room was a portrait of the emperor crossing the Alps. , next to the portrait is a crossed command knife.
"I'm interested!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded to the captain.
"Your Majesty, this is what we should do!" The captain showed a flattered expression and asked cautiously, "If you have any dissatisfaction, you can come to me at any time!"
"I'm very satisfied!" Jerome Bonaparte looked at the captain, his eyes stopped for a moment on the captain's lame right foot, and asked, "Can you tell me your story!"
"It's an honor! Your Majesty!"
The captain told Jérôme Bonaparte about himself. He was born in Provence during the imperial period. He lived in the imperial period and listened to the wounded veterans telling the story of the emperor's southern expedition and the Northern War. He had infinite longing for the emperor.【 PS: From a certain point of view, the veterans who were forced to return home because of the war were the best advocates for promoting Bonaparte. By promoting the tall image of the emperor, they contrasted their bravery on the side. ], when he was 9 years old, the empire collapsed, the Restoration Dynasty set up the Homecoming Corps in Provence, and liquidated the veterans and officers of the Napoleonic period. His neighbors and uncles became the target of liquidation, and even he almost became liquidation. Subject ~www.novelhall.com~ Speaking of this, the captain said in a hoarse voice: "I hate that **** dynasty, it made our lives a mess."
Since then, the captain was determined to give the **** dynasty a good look. In order to complete his revenge, when he was 20 years old, he joined the Bourbon army and gradually became an officer in the Bourbon army.
Before he could start his army's great cause of revenge, the Restoration Bourbon was overthrown and Charles X was forced to flee.
Confused, he could only follow the army into Algeria. He was injured in a counterattack in Algeria and was forced to leave the army. Returning to his hometown, he relied on the treasure he robbed in Algeria to open a small shipping company in Marseille and other countries. Become a captain successfully.
"I look forward to the arrival of the Empire all the time!" the captain said to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Don't worry! The Empire will return soon!" Jerome Bonaparte assured the captain.
Then, Jerome Bonaparte asked the captain about the voting situation in Marseille Port.
"Your Majesty, as far as I know, the situation in the Var province is not optimistic! Most of the little nobles in the countryside tend to be that guy Cavaignac." The captain first said to Jerome Bonaparte politely, and then encouraged: " However, I believe that the majority of France is willing to support you!"
Jérôme Bonaparte was not surprised to hear bad news from Mouth of the Rhône. In his impression, most of the votes for Cavaignac came from Provence.
Provence is a gathering place for the orthodox voting district, and those orthodox diehards are justifiably hostile to him, a Bonapartist.
However, if Cavaignac wants to beat him with the votes of a district in Provence, it is really difficult.
August 2, 1848.The fiery sun rose slowly from the hills in the east, shining its light and heat on every inch of the land in the city of Rome. This is the hottest time of the year in Rome, and there are few pedestrians even in the streets in the early morning. Residents with meager assets in the urban area open all their doors and windows to get a little cool, while the slightly wealthier residents close their doors and windows and take out the ice cubes stored in the cellar the previous winter and put them into their houses.At 8:00 in the morning, under the shade of a tree at the entrance of the hotel near the ancient Roman Colosseum, Jerome Bonaparte, dressed in simple casual clothes, was standing still waiting for the arrival of the carriage.The dazzling sunlight shone through the shade of the trees to Jerome Bonaparte's back and arms, and sweat soaked Jerome Bonaparte's back and sleeves.The originally white shirt gradually became wrinkled, and was firmly attached to Jerome Bonaparte's back. The moist and sticky feeling from the sleeves and back made Jerome Bonaparte have to constantly Shake the shirt, and every shake drops a little sweat.After about 10 minutes, two brown open-top carriages appeared in front of Jerome Bonaparte, and Persini and Letty were seated in one of the carriages.Persini's carriage was parked within five steps of the shade of Jerome Bonaparte, and Letty's carriage was parked under the steps of the hotel. Persini and Letty got out of their carriages at the same time. Persini came to Jerome Bonaparte, and Letty entered the hotel along the steps."Your Majesty, get in the car!" Persini bowed to Jerome Bonaparte and invited Jerome Bonaparte to get in the car. "Um!"Jerome Bonaparte nodded and got into Persini's carriage, and Persini took his seat right behind him.Letty on the other carriage also ran from the hotel to the carriage with a large bag and a small bag.When everything was ready, Jerome Bonaparte commanded the coachman in the driver's seat in standard Tuscan language: "Let's go!"The coachman who heard the order gently patted the brown-red tall horse's buttocks. The horse that received the signal raised its hooves, and the carriage moved slowly.From the ancient Roman Colosseum to the outskirts of Rome, the carriages drove at a constant speed.When the carriage was completely away from the city of Rome, the carriage gradually increased its speed.As the speed of the carriage increased, waves of heat hit Jerome Bonaparte's body, and Jerome Bonaparte could finally feel a touch of freshness.Thanks to the sweltering heat in August, there were no carriages or pedestrians on the pipeline from Rome to Civitavecchia. The carriage that Jerome Bonaparte rode in could let go of its hooves and gallop.The straight-line distance of 70 kilometers took less than 3 hours to arrive.After paying the fare, Persini led Jerome Bonaparte and Letty to a cargo ship.Through Persini's introduction, Jerome Bonaparte learned that the owner of the cargo ship was a lame retired military officer who was also a Bonapartist believer.As soon as he got on the ship, Jerome Bonaparte was surrounded by the enthusiasm on the ship. Under the leadership of the captain, everyone on the ship lined up in two rows and shouted: "Long live Bonaparte! Long live the Empire!"Seeing this, Jerome Bonaparte also echoed, "Long live the Empire!"Under the leadership of the captain, Jerome Bonaparte was arranged to the captain's own room.The whole room was incomparably tidy. From the layout of the room, Jerome Bonaparte could be sure that the owner of the ship must have sent someone to tidy it up in advance. On the wooden wall of the room was a portrait of the emperor crossing the Alps. , next to the portrait is a crossed command knife."I'm interested!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded to the captain."Your Majesty, this is what we should do!" The captain showed a flattered expression and asked cautiously, "If you have any dissatisfaction, you can come to me at any time!""I'm very satisfied!" Jerome Bonaparte looked at the captain, his eyes stopped for a moment on the captain's lame right foot, and asked, "Can you tell me your story!""It's an honor! Your Majesty!"The captain told Jrme Bonaparte about himself. He was born in Provence during the imperial period. He lived in the imperial period and listened to the wounded veterans telling the story of the emperor's southern expedition and the Northern War. He had infinite longing for the emperor. PS: From a certain point of view, the veterans who were forced to return home because of the war were the best advocates for promoting Bonaparte. By promoting the tall image of the emperor, they contrasted their bravery on the side. , when he was 9 years old, the empire collapsed, the Restoration Dynasty set up the Homecoming Corps in Provence, and liquidated the veterans and officers of the Napoleonic period. His neighbors and uncles became the target of liquidation, and even he almost became liquidation. Subject ~www.novelhall.com~ Speaking of this, the captain said in a hoarse voice: "I hate that **** dynasty, it made our lives a mess."Since then, the captain was determined to give the **** dynasty a good look. In order to complete his revenge, when he was 20 years old, he joined the Bourbon army and gradually became an officer in the Bourbon army.Before he could start his army's great cause of revenge, the Restoration Bourbon was overthrown and Charles X was forced to flee.Confused, he could only follow the army into Algeria. He was injured in a counterattack in Algeria and was forced to leave the army. Returning to his hometown, he relied on the treasure he robbed in Algeria to open a small shipping company in Marseille and other countries. Become a captain successfully."I look forward to the arrival of the Empire all the time!" the captain said to Jerome Bonaparte."Don't worry! The Empire will return soon!" Jerome Bonaparte assured the captain.Then, Jerome Bonaparte asked the captain about the voting situation in Marseille Port."Your Majesty, as far as I know, the situation in the Var province is not optimistic! Most of the little nobles in the countryside tend to be that guy Cavaignac." The captain first said to Jerome Bonaparte politely, and then encouraged: " However, I believe that the majority of France is willing to support you!"Jrme Bonaparte was not surprised to hear bad news from Mouth of the Rhne. In his impression, most of the votes for Cavaignac came from Provence.Provence is a gathering place for the orthodox voting district, and those orthodox diehards are justifiably hostile to him, a Bonapartist.However, if Cavaignac wants to beat him with the votes of a district in Provence, it is really difficult.
