These European parliamentarians all came up with a verbal battle. Rochefort was still afraid of verbal wars. He walked to the window and opened it. It was already sunset outside.

"Haha... Angry youth ruined the country? Without these angry nationalist warriors, there would be no future for France!"

"You look at the morale of this city and the choices of the people! The people's hearts cannot be violated!"

Paris at dusk has become an inexplicable carnival, with celebrating bonfires everywhere, carnival people everywhere, drunk patriots lie on the banks of the Seine and vomit.

The strange men and women hugged each other and danced shamelessly. In the fanatical crowd, there were even half-naked women standing high and singing and dancing wildly!

"Crazy...all are crazy..." The members of the Bourbon Palace frowned one by one.

Rochefort yelled, "This is not crazy! This is morale! This is the morale we can overcome the enemy! Even if we are besieged by heavy troops, we will not lose the courage and confidence to fight!"

"God bless France! The descendants of Joan of Arc will not give up on their motherland!"

"General Troxu! I beg you again... to take courage to let go of your selfishness for our motherland... and go to fight!"

"The people are calling you!"

Troxu's face turned pale when he heard this. Today, the left was completely in a showdown with him. Rochefort broke up from the beginning and directly named his own little plan, and even said that he wanted to protect himself and seize the power.

This has violated the politician's taboo. Once you show up like this, it means there is no buffer at all, and you are just fighting directly!

Public opinion! Public opinion! Public opinion... Now Trox keeps disgusting when he hears this word. France has fallen into the curse of public opinion since the Great Revolution. No matter any absurd decision, just put a public opinion word, it seems natural.

The old general stood up with a dark face, pointed to the woman who was already naked on the street and a group of drunken drunks behind him who were chasing him. He trembled with his fingers and said, "People! Do you mean these people... are you going to force me to modify the established goals?"

"Tell me... these crazy, ignorant, greedy, pornographic so-called people... do they really know how to govern the country? Do they really understand what war is?"

"In order to satisfy them, our army is going to die in vain, and we are going to go the wrong way?"

Rochefort glared at his eyes, "Wrong way? When did the will of the people become the wrong way? Don't forget that you are the head of the Provisional Committee of the Republic, and your rights are given to you by the people!"

"They give you the rights, and you must follow the will of the people!"

"Fart! What exactly is the will of the people? Can you represent it? Or can you say that the mobs in a city represent it? They are already emotional and have become angry drunks. Do you say that their decision can be listened to?"

"I have told you ten thousand times, why don't you go out of the city to fight in the wilderness? I've broken the military matters for you. I've told you countless times, why don't you understand?"

The old general's head was covered in messy white hair, shaking back and forth in the night wind!

"You will definitely lose the battle, but you are forced to fight with public opinion. You are a crime! Crime!"

The old general roared, and his saliva flew to Rochefort's face, but the left-wing MP was not afraid of anything!

"It's certainly a loss? If Gan Bida thought so, he wouldn't risk his life and go out of the city with a balloon!"

"He led the Loire Corps' recruits to defeat Prince Carl's veteran group. Why can't I, Paris, create such a miracle!"

"There are 180,000 Paris garrisons, 300,000 National Self-Defense Forces, and 3 million citizens... why don't they compete with each other!"

"Let us set off the vast ocean of people's war! Let Paris completely become a cemetery for the invaders!"

There is no rescue, all the members of the left are no rescued, they have become completely fanatical. These people started their business with armed uprisings, and using violence to fight violence has long become a habit.

Moreover, the passionate patriotic enthusiasm did not allow them to compromise with the enemy. In their eyes, war was to fight to the last soldiers and soldiers until the enemy was expelled.

Not only do you expel it, but you also have to counterattack Berlin to resolve your hatred. If you massacre 100,000 soldiers and civilians in Prussia, we will repay you 200,000. Revenge must be doubled!

Previously, General Trox controlled the parliament, military supplies and various departments of the government, and could still suppress the fanaticism of these people, but the news of Gan Bida's victory completely ignited the anger in the hearts of these people.

In their eyes, the newly recruits organized by the countryside in southern France could win battles, but why couldn't these brave workers and the imperial garrison troops in Paris fight?

You Trox is a coward, an ambitious man, you just want to preserve your strength and fight for power and profit!

For a time, there were curses throughout Paris, and many bonfires even appeared on the edges of various farces that satirized the provisional defense government!

The naked prostitute had a card on his head with Troxu's name written on it, and then he pinched his voice and spoke with a scholar man.

The man with only a pair of underwear stripped naked opposite the prostitute wrote the name of Pesme on his chest, and the two actually started performing.

The fake Trox posed in front of the crowd, posed in various positions, and even knelt in front of the man who was acting in the Pesme to pray for forgiveness.

The "Pesmai" carrying a belt with his trousers was a belt, and the crisp sound of the slap can always make people scream excitedly.

"Oh! The strong Pesme...my iron-blooded Prime Minister...please conquer me! conquer me..."

"The lowly Trox... As long as you lie on the ground and walk like a dog, bark a few more times... I can spare you..."

"Woof woof woof..." The prostitute actually lay on the ground and learned to bark, and the people around him started to curse.

"Trosh is a stinky...cartilled...traitor to the Republic!"

"Beat him!"

The mud on the ground hit the performers, and a group of drunkards rushed up and pinched and took advantage of it. The whole group was already fanatical, and the city had no laws, and all policemen dared not care about such farces.

Until the end, the drunken prostitute was dragged into the alley and was turned by a group of drunk men. A few plainclothes in the distance pretended not to see it, and turned around and left.

Paris has become bizarre, and the whole city is filled with a crazy atmosphere. The war makes these people like a farce.

The British Embassy once recorded that on this night, Paris citizens shot and killed a lion in the zoo on the street outside the British Embassy, ​​and then dragged the body out to dismember the corpse and barbecue.

People sing and dancing, drinking and eating meat frantically, and even unspeakable things happen between men and women in the street!

If we hadn't known that it was in the Franco-Prussian War, if we hadn't known that it was surrounded Paris, then people would probably think that this place had become the harem of the ancient Roman emperors, or the evil land of Babylon City!

The unscrupulous releasers' dissatisfaction with the Provisional Government, and these senior officials led by Trox, except for Gan Bida and Rochefort, became the target of public satirization.
Chapter completed!