When the imperial flag of Duillery Palace turned into a torch, more than 30,000 followers were surrounded by Blankey, and the black dragon was walking towards the Imperial Parliament.

The French Parliament Building is located in the Bourbon Palace on the banks of the Seine, which has become the core of all storms. When the Palace of Duille lost its dominant power, the highest authority in France was here.

Seeing the burning flag turning into ashes, and the tens of thousands or even more supporters around him, Bronchi felt that he was already at the top of France, holding control of the 300,000 National Self-Defense Forces, and with countless votes, the country will definitely operate according to his ideas.

"Citizens! Heading towards Bourbon Palace...!"

The people cheered and surrounded their leaders, and the team moved forward in a mighty manner.

But Blankey and their supporters did not know that their opponents were far more cunning than they thought, and that representatives of capitalist forces would never give power to these workers and farmers.

Thier is a smart man in the entire capitalist camp. He stole huge amounts of cash from the Imperial Bank and used money to support a very fierce mercenary group. Today is the life of this group.

The homes of the MPs scattered in various blocks of Paris were ringing by these vicious people. When they heard that this was the bodyguard sent by Tierer to protect them, the members were relieved.

In the chaos all over the city, you can often see the scene of fierce North African mercenaries surrounding a weak parliamentarian walking through the crowd.

These MPs were escorted to Thier's carriage, and then gathered together to quickly drive towards the parliament. The pale-faced MPs in the carriage all thought of the terrifying revolution, looking at the chaos in the city.

The Great Revolution is a symbolic event that the French remember will never be avoided, although the Great Revolution has very positive and progressive significance for promoting the development of human society.

But the French know more about the chaos and anarchy in the Great Revolution, which was so terrifying, blood flowing!

"Are you going to fall into anarchy again? How many people will die? How many people will die..."

The veteran outside the car window coughed, "Gentlemen, I don't know how many people will die in Paris, but I can assure you that if any thug attempts to be against you... we will protect you with our lives!"

"This is the order of our master, Councillor Thier, and we will defend it to the death!"

At this critical moment, it is true that there are guns and knives. These bodyguards provide strong protection for the congressmen, and at the same time plant the impression that Thier is a powerful person in their hearts.

This impression seems useless in normal times, but when the sky falls and the earth falls, the powerful faction represents order! It represents safety!

Thier is too smart. He knows the key to everything, and he is faster, more accurate and more ruthless than Blankey and others!

All he wanted was to control the parliament as soon as possible and control the nearly 180,000 Paris garrison troops left by the French emperor!

Although these 180,000 are not really the elite of the empire, they are at least much better than the National Self-Defense Forces that were temporarily pieced together.

With 180,000 regular troops in his hand, he has the strength to challenge Bronchina's 300,000 National Self-Defense Forces!

As long as the military balance is achieved, he can use the influence of the parliament to form a new government that will benefit him!

As long as these two points can be achieved, France's future will definitely be under his control!

In order to achieve his goal, he not only sent all the mercenaries to protect the members of Congress, but he even took the risk to welcome General Trosh himself.

Like the Duke of Montauban, General Trosh was appointed by the Emperor as the head of the Paris garrison, but Montauban was the correct one and he was the deputy.

Now that Montauban has fled, Trosh has become the supreme commander of the army!

You should know that the army is a place that cares a lot about inheritance. When the original imperial government collapsed and the new government was not established, who can order the army?

He still has to be a senior general. After all, the soldier believes in who he has a familiar face!

At this critical juncture, the old general who is familiar to these soldiers can say a word that is far more effective than the appointment letter of the new government.

The carriage was running wildly on the street, and Satrauman discovered that the speed was getting faster and faster. "Oh... Be careful, you almost bumped into that old woman..."

"Mr. Tier, why is the atmosphere on the street wrong? Why is the crowd stirring?"

Thier with a dark face said, "The news must have been leaked. There must be Blankey's spies in the damn parliament. They sent the telegram message..."

Sure enough, just as the carriage was running wildly, a newspaper boy suddenly rushed out of a small alley on the left, and he shouted wildly on the street with a sharp voice.

"The Emperor of the Falcon was defeated, and he was defeated miserably!"

"The emperor has surrendered! The emperor has been captured..."

"Damn it! Speed ​​up, you must snatch the general before Blankey..."

Bang... the whip sounded crisply, and two tall horses rushed forward like a gust of wind, while the veterans were running at a speed that was no slower than the war horses. The money spent by Tier was really worth it!

The rushing carriage finally arrived at General Troxu's door. When Tier opened the door under the protection of mercenaries, the general in military uniform was ready.

"I really didn't expect that you were the first one to pick me up! You are even faster than my guard..."

"General, come onto the carriage with me immediately. We must go to the parliament immediately... Let's go quickly while the thugs have not yet organized!"

"Don't worry, my friend, I have sent a messenger to summon my guards. In another half an hour, an elite company will come to escort us!"

"God! It's too late... You just learned about the telegram and have just summoned the army now. I'm afraid that if the army doesn't wait, you will be swept away by Blangky and the others..."

"How many soldiers are there around you... God, there are only four! You know, Blankey now has 300,000!"

"Go away, these mercenaries of mine are reliable, they will definitely protect us..."

When General Troxu heard this, he did not hesitate and buckled his hat and boarded the carriage directly.

The black carriage rushed towards the Bourbon Palace like a whirlwind, and four minutes after the carriage disappeared, more than a thousand self-defense troops with live ammunition surrounded the general's home.

Bang bang bang... The soldier smashed the door fiercely, but the one who opened the door was a poor teenage maid. She was so scared that her face turned pale.

"What are you doing? The general is not at home... he just left the city and went to the barracks..."

"Damn it! Let's go to the barracks to chase... and leave fifty soldiers here to guard them, let's go..."

The cunning little maid pointed the soldiers in the most critical moment!
Chapter completed!