The guard camp rushed in like a tide, and the officers at the scene were immediately divided into two distinct factions!

All commanders affiliated with the elite imperial corps basically have the status of a noble, and even a knight is considered one of the privileged classes.

These people have long been worried about their future, and there is no clear statement on how the Republic should treat them.

Unwilling to be lost in the status of aristocratic people, and even more afraid of being liquidated by the Republic, these noble officers will definitely be timid. As long as they are not forced into a desperate situation, they will not be able to fight to the death.

Now that Marshal Bazan has given them a step, these people naturally want to truce the war. You must know that Prussia has kings and nobles, and they will definitely treat people with the same status as them.

In other words, it is safer to fall into the hands of the Prussians and better treatment!

In addition, these people were also looking forward to the restoration of the emperor. Although Bazin did not explicitly tell them that this surrender was the order of the Emperor, some rumors had begun to spread gently in the ears of these nobles.

Their hearts are already in chaos, they no longer have the will to fight, and surrendering and saving their lives are just the same as their will!

There were only more than forty officers who were not aristocratic. The leader had been killed. The body was twitching in a pool of blood. A battalion of troops surrounded them, and murderous aura suddenly filled the train station!

When it is time to bow your head, you have to bow your head. These officers who are loyal to the nation rather than the emperor are all looking at the marshal with sad faces!

"Do you really have to do something wrong? Is it okay to break up peacefully? You surrender to you, are we soldiers with a brave heart who want to die for the nation?"

"Let us die in the battlefield! Let us break through and die on the way to charge!"

"Marson..." These commanders couldn't help but burst into tears. "Marson! We are willing to die for the motherland, and we are willing to martyrify the nation... Isn't this possible? Isn't this possible!"

"You are in North Africa, in Crimea... not like this? You were standing in front of the stormtrooper with the enemy's artillery fire at that time!"

"Where did that fearless Bazan go? Tell us...has that Bazan go?"

The crying question made Bazan's eyes swollen. When the generals around him saw that it was so great, could the morale of the army be ruined?

"Pull them down! Gather them together and imprison them... If you dare to resist, you will be killed without mercy!"

"I have a letter of acceptance issued by the head of state, and from now on, the troops of these people will be commanded by others..."

"The logistics department locks the arsenal and material warehouse... No soldier can receive a shot and an ammunition! Food is only distributed to those troops waiting to be dispatched..."

"When that unit dares to move, it will surround first, and if it dares to resist, it will immediately suppress..."

The soldiers from the guard battalion rushed forward and dragged them out with the questioning officers. The people could not resist, but stared at Bazan in anger and shouted loudly.

"Where did the Warrior Bazan go back then? Where is that fearless general?"

"Marson...How will you face today's scene in the second half of your life? Can you close your eyes when you are dying?"

"The warriors in front of the kingdom of heaven...they are looking at you! They are looking at you! How can you face them after you die!"

Bazan stood on the stage with his eyes closed, his hands shaking like sieves, and he almost spoke.

But at the critical moment, Radmiro and other generals held his hand, "Marson... we cannot betray Your Majesty!"

Bazan's tears finally couldn't stop shedding "The grand funeral of Sanstein...I...I'm not as good as him! Not as good as him!"

After saying that, Bazan turned around and left. When he got off the stage, he almost tripped up. "I'm not as good as them...I'm not as good as..."

The city of Metz was finally completely controlled by the royalists, and Sanstein's death allowed the last group of officers loyal to the Republic and the French nation to see what despair is.

In the warehouse at the railway station, forty officers were locked inside. They crawled on the window and watched, listening to the chaos in the city outside the window.

There were sounds of military horns everywhere, and each unit was gathering its own team, and many of them were directly withdrawn from the defense line.

Vehicles transporting supplies continued to flow, countless guns, cannons and bullets were locked up, and the last batch of grain began to be distributed on a large scale.

The whole city was sensational, and there were noises everywhere. Some troops had long lost the will to fight. When they heard that they could not kill people without fighting, they all cheered.

These soldiers who had been struggling for several months finally knew that their lives were saved. They began to make fires to make supper and eat the last delicious meal in Metz.

Of course, there are also unwilling troops. Those troops whose fighting will is still firm and whose national beliefs are still unyielding began to mutiny and clamor, and even a small group of troops attempted to attack the command center and cause chaos.

But they could no longer make a fuss because the senior garrison troops had been locked up, and all the commanders above the regiment were not on the scene.

I hope some battalions and companies still want to rebel? As soon as there was a commotion, the surrounding royalist troops surrounded them like a tide, often with thousands of people besieging hundreds, and finally forcibly disarmed them.

The disobedient troops were split into small squads and scattered into royalist troops, which was then taken into custody.

Under such strong suppression, the entire Metz City quickly restored order!

The sunshine is setting, and the stars are everywhere!

The supper time in Metz City was over. I don’t know if it was the army that began to start. The imperial military songs began to be chanted repeatedly, and even the banned songs of the Marseille were sung in unison!

The officers in formal clothes, in front of their respective troops, said loudly, "Brothers! The battle situation is already like this. If we don't surrender, we will have a dead end..."

"In order for the brothers not to die in vain, to leave France with another breath of vitality... so the marshal had no choice but to surrender!"

"But! My guns can be handed over to the enemy, and our glory must not be handed over to the enemy!"

"Our military flag of honor must not be left to the barbaric Prussians!"

"Light a bonfire! Burn the military flag! Our number will remain in France forever!"

In the 19th century, the armies of European countries had a tradition of fighting honor, and they carried out artistic designs in many aspects such as military flags, badges, military uniforms, armor, etc.

The military flag of that era was different from the military flag of World War I and World War II in later generations. It was not a simple dyed cloth!

The Second French Imperial military flag was carefully designed by the best designers, with tedious embroidery patterns on it with gold thread and various silk threads!

Each military flag is personally granted by the emperor and preserved by the army for life, and this is the only side in the world!

The military flag is there, even if there is only one soldier left in this army, the number is still there!

If the military flag is burned, it proves that the army has been completely annihilated. Even if there are tens of thousands of people left, it can only mean that the army's system has been destroyed.

In this case, we can only hope that the emperor will give the flag again!

The most terrifying one is to be seized by the enemy. As long as the flag is captured by the enemy, the number of this unit will never be rebuilt unless the army can rob it again!

How could the pride in the hearts of the French be trampled on by the Prussians? They would rather burn the military flags themselves than leave them for the Prussians!

Note: Starting tomorrow, it will be updated every day, because I am going out for a trip!

I don’t have many manuscripts, so I can see how many days I can last!
Chapter completed!