Tier's carriage was struggling to walk through the streets under the strict protection of mercenaries. At this time, Tier looked at everything in front of him and felt a bizarre feeling.

At this moment, only a few politicians in Paris knew about the surrender of the emperor, while millions of people were unaware of it, but they could feel the upcoming storm.

This is a very wonderful atmosphere. People in this atmosphere all seem to have been smoking opium, and are influenced by hallucinations and make all kinds of strange actions.

The streets were full of crowds. This was not a massive parade, and no one was to stop them. These idle but still had flames, just wanted to vent their emotions.

Countless orators jumped onto the base of wooden boxes or sculptures. They shouted and promoted various ideas and slogans. Some people always echoed and some people always refuted loudly.

When the debate was intense, even people waved their fists!

Order is gone, and all the police and plainclothes in Paris dare not stimulate these crazy people on the street at this moment!

But the empire has not officially fallen, and the people actually don’t know that it is already anarchy at this moment, and the power of habits has given them a little order.

This atmosphere made Thierl very uncomfortable. If you had to use something to describe it, it was the moment when the * barrel was about to explode.

*It's almost burning to the end, but it hasn't exploded yet. What's elusive is that when the explosion occurs, it may bring death, and maybe it may bring an opportunity!

His heart was already floating in the air, making him untied his neckline in annoyance!

With a bang, the drunkard from somewhere suddenly pressed his face against the glass window of the carriage. A drunkard with twisted facial features roared at the big man in the carriage at the top of his lungs.

"Bastille! Capture him... We Capture him!"

A veteran grabbed the drunkard's dirty hair and kicked it aside. These mercenaries who were fed with gold coins by Tier were extremely loyal to him, even if they killed someone, they would not blink!

Looking at the dirty saliva on the glass window, Tier frowned, "Damn it! Paris must restore order, and if this continues, the country will be destroyed!"

"These madmen! If the Bastille is still open, you should be killed in it!"

The carriage was moving forward along the Seine River. His destination was General Trosh's mansion. At this moment, the old general should not know the news and must rescue him in time.

Thier could not believe the confidentiality measures of the parliament. Favre was too weak, and the staff in the parliament knew whether there would be spies close to the left. If the news was revealed, Blankey and others would definitely act quickly.

Bang bang bang... Tier kicked the carriage with his boots "Start up! Don't get entangled with these lunatics..."

Four powerful North African mercenaries rushed to the carriage like the black iron tower. They did not dare to use the knife and were afraid of angering these thugs about to break out. The four of them hit the carriage with their bodies and knocked out a carriage passage.

"Damn bastard... he didn't have eyes!" The crowd who was knocked away turned around and cursed, but when they saw more than twenty strong mercenaries around the carriage, these citizens just cursed and did not dare to take action.

The carriage was moving forward in the human alley, and the citizens around him cursed desperately, and many people spit in the carriage, "Wait for trial, you damn vampires!"

Thier's face became increasingly ugly. Just as he was about to explode, a very familiar voice suddenly sounded on the left side of the carriage.

"Citizens of France! I know your emotional appeals, and I also know the hardships of your life... But now the country is in trouble, and we can only fight against the invaders by uniting together!"

"Constitutional monarchy is not the best system, but it is definitely the most suitable for the present..."

This is a young man standing on a wooden box and giving a speech to the public!

The political atmosphere in Paris is still very free, especially now that the police have lost control, this free atmosphere has given birth to many speakers entering the people.

In this era, there is no Internet or self-media. If the politicians and scholars in the opposition want to make their own voices, they can only rely on books and biography and newspapers.

But writing books is too slow and too difficult, and newspapers are even more of a battleground for many forces... So the most effective way to promote your political program is to speak.

Those who believe in republicans, empires, constitutional monarchy... and of course, those who believe in Blancism, all of these people went among the people and began to spread their theories.

Only with enough fans can they get votes, and with votes they can enter politics to realize their ideals and ambitions.

This was originally a very common thing, but when Thierl looked closely, the person who gave the speech was a little interesting.

It turns out that this is exactly one of the Imperial Congressmen written on his list, Satrauman!

This was a republican MP, but he didn't expect that he would sympathize with the emperor at this moment and began to promote the idea of ​​constitutional monarchy, which surprised Thier.

At this moment, the people in Paris were completely disappointed with the Emperor. When they heard that there were still people holding their stinky feet, they booed for a short time!

"Also let Napoleon III be the emperor? What has this empire been governed by him! He should be on the guillotine!" Someone shouted in the crowd.

Following closely behind were the excited cheers of countless people, "Guidedhead! Guillotine! Guillotine..."

Satrauman's face turned pale but he said patiently, "Citizens! I understand your feelings, but please listen to my speech..."

"No matter how much the emperor is at fault, or if we should liquidate him... we should wait until the battle is over before going on!"

"A bad organization is better than no organization. Please understand this... It's like you are in the desert now, and a cup of dirty water is better than no water!"

"Remember, the French Emperor is the only person who can barely integrate French resources! Even if he has many bad things, we should give him a chance for his last little organizational ability..."

"When we fight back the Prussians, it will not be too late to show up with the French Emperor..."

"If there is no French Emperor, who can jump out and integrate the resources of the whole of France? Who can satisfy all provinces to the greatest extent?"

"If there is no such person, the country will become more chaotic... When the country has completely lost its organization and becomes disorderly, the Prussians will invade us more unscrupulously..."

"Don't you go..." With a snap, a stinky tomato hit Satrauman's face directly. The angry workers in the crowd cursed angrily, "You are the emperor's lackey! You just want to continue drinking the blood of the people! Beat him to death..."
Chapter completed!