The local garrison troops were all second-rate troops of the empire, and they were not elite enough in training, and their weapons and equipment were not very good, and the commander was one level short of that.

Basically more than 90% of the commanders in the regular army of the Empire were military aristocrats raised by the Bonaparte family. These people were completely loyal fans of the emperor, so you don’t have to worry about rebellion at all.

The local garrison troops are different. Most of the commanders are from civilian families and have become the commanders of these second-line troops through study in some military academies.

Their treatments were very different from those of the front-line troops, and because they were closely connected with local governments, they were more likely to be eroded by new ideas, and their loyalty to the emperor was still discounted.

These three types of troops had three completely different performances at today's cocktail party. Bazan's direct descendants actually received news three hours ago.

Generals such as Radmiro had already revealed to them the main tasks of the cocktail party. Without any surprise, these direct troops, who had been loyal to the emperor and the marshal all their lives, expressed that they would firmly implement the orders.

The other reorganized imperial veterans don’t have to worry too much. These people are all military aristocrats, and their interests are the same as those of Bazan and others. I’m afraid that only fools will fight against the marshal.

The most dangerous thing is the officers of these chaotic local garrison troops. If they refuse to accept surrender, their more than 50,000 troops will become the largest one*!

How to deal with this *? Bazan thought a lot, and the most peaceful way was of course to go their separate ways and go their own way. Bazan took away the troops loyal to him and surrendered, while those people fled themselves.

But in this way, although there will be no conflict, the Emperor's mission will not be completed!

Napoleon III's strategic attempt was to cooperate with Prussia to greatly weaken the strength of the Republic, and then the empire's soldiers should be kept as much as possible without casualties and leave them to their sons as a political legacy for a comeback.

To put it more simply, that is, the Republic must fail, and it will be defeated very badly, which will remind the people of the benefits of the empire back then!

Empire! This is not just an empty term. Empire is the home of all noble interests and the location of their welfare.

Is the royalists really protecting the emperor? In fact, they only protect themselves, because there are emperors and empires to have nobles, otherwise they would be nothing.

We must never let these 50,000 people escape from our control, and we must never let this fortress continue to be armed. This is the city of Metz, and even 50,000 people can still block the attack of the Pu army.

It is precisely because of this concern that this sudden cocktail party was created!

Sure enough, when Bazin proposed his plan to surrender, more than 40 officers suddenly started to clamor. Sanstein, the commander of the First Division of Calais, jumped out first. He was the highest rank among these garrison commanders.

As a major general of the Army, Sanstein was the first to express his objection!

He was furious as he listened to Radmiro's refutation and asked, "Empire! Republic! Not all the same... We are the French nation, we are all a nation of blood!"

"Who do you say you want to be loyal to? How can we split our nation?"

"The baby born yesterday also has an emperor on his head, but today his Kung Fu Republic was established! Who do you want him to be loyal to?"

"He is a child of the empire or a child of the republic?"

"He has only one identity, that is the children of France! All the people living in this land, this ethnic group, are we who want to be loyal to!"

"The Prussians are all invaders! We will never surrender!"

Major General Sanstein raised his arms and shouted, and the supporters shouted slogans, "Don't surrender! Fight to the end!"

Bazan's nose was almost pissed off, "Fight to the end? What are we going to fight!"

"The military rations have been exhausted, the weather is getting colder day by day. How much firewood and coal are there in the city? Have you ever calculated it?"

"Do you want all the soldiers to starve to death or to freeze to death?"

"You are inhumane to let so many innocent soldiers die in vain!"

"Do you really think Metz is invincible? If the enemy throws a large number of rotten corpses upstream of the river, how should we deal with it? When the river water in the whole city is polluted, what do the soldiers drink?"

"You don't think about these things, do you just know how to shout slogans?"

Sanstein stared at the eyes and never showed weakness. He pointed at everything in front of him, "What are these? Where do these foods come from? You said that the enemy will use plague to attack the city, and how did you get the news?"

"Last night there were rumors that an envoy came from outside the city. It seems that this is true! Did you leave the city this morning? Do you think your actions can deceive the army of 170,000?"

"You dream!"

Speaking of which, there is no room for negotiation, and Radmiro's face is full of flesh!

"I haven't done anything yet, what are you waiting for! Keep these bastards for Christmas?"

With a crisp sound, the wine glass in Radmiro's hand fell and smashed!

The cup was thrown as a sign! It turned out that Europeans would do this, and two figures suddenly rushed out of the officers' regiment, one lieutenant colonel and one colonel officer clamped Sanstein in the left and right.

No one expected that Bazan and the others would be so ruthless. A lieutenant colonel army reached out to lock Sanstein's neck from the back, and another colonel pulled out a dagger from his boot and stabbed it into his left rib with a knife.

The lieutenant colonel, who gritted his teeth, stared at Sanstein's eyes tightly, "Don't you surrender? Then go and die..."

The dagger stirred clockwise in Sanstein's lungs, chopping up the internal organs, and blood immediately spurted out of the trachea!

The ruptured alveolar bleeding drooped the trachea. Sanstein did not scream until he died. He looked at his familiar comrades in disbelief!

I never expected that a brother who once fought in a trench would have such a hideous face!

The sudden incident suddenly made the scene confused. The remaining commanders of the garrison troops had to pull out their pistols to resist when they saw that it was not good. As a result, more than 40 people could not resist the number of people on the other side.

The other noble officers all put their pistols on the heads of these people, and the soldiers of the guard battalion occupied outside the door rushed in and surrounded the scene.

Until now, those who were causing trouble realized the power. Seeing Sanstein's body lying in a pool of blood and his feet were still twitching involuntarily, these people's faces were pale.

"Is Yuan... Marshal... really that far? Do you really want to do things so utterly?"
Chapter completed!