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Chapter 197 Can You Hear the People Shouting?

July 7th, sunny, nothing to do today.

——At least that’s what Louis XVI thought.

Just after issuing the order to enter Paris, he took out the shiny lock from his cabinet again.

Perhaps it was due to the trend of history that he, who wanted to be a locksmith in his heart, sat on the throne. He did not have the ability of his grandfather Louis XIV, nor could he squander like his father. Today's France could not afford it.

After the initial success of the economic reforms, it took a long time to show results; the domestic nobles were ready to make moves, and apart from Lafayette, few could be trusted. However, in his opinion, the lord would prefer to settle scores later. After all, he did send troops to arrest him that year, and Queen Marie Antoinette was most likely still in Paris, and it would be difficult to explain to Vienna if something happened.

In a nutshell, it was terrible.

"Your Majesty, the lock from the ancient East has arrived."

The old butler's voice sounded outside the door, which aroused some interest in him. It was a strange lock, and it was said that it would take half a day for someone who didn't know how to unlock it.

"come in."

There is still a clear sky in Versailles today, but this is not the case in Paris. The general who received the order gathered his soldiers.

"General."

"You all know what day it is today."

The soldiers nodded. They had seen the negotiations between the general and the defenders the day before yesterday, and everyone knew it very well. However, it was a little too strange to gather them together just for this.

"I just received a mission from His Majesty the King." He paused here and observed their reactions. Some were calm, some were excited, some were resentful, and there were all kinds of them. After finding the answer he wanted, the general remembered the man's name in his heart.

"Looking for our queen."

Well, now everyone is upset. General Lindenwan ignored the reactions below and just talked about the requirements of the mission.

"Although it sounds incredible, I have to say that our queen's search is in Paris. Whoever can find Her Majesty the Queen first can go to Versailles to meet His Majesty the King and receive his own title and fiefdom."

This is not just a generous amount, it can be said to be a windfall. These young and energetic people are already thinking about how to plan when the time comes.

"This mission is only given to us, so don't think about looking for external help or anything like that. Also, I don't want anyone to do anything that shouldn't be done, understand?"

His gaze lingered on a few guys for a few seconds, making them feel a little guilty, and upon seeing this the general suddenly raised his voice.

"do you understand!"

"understand!"

After announcing the disbandment of the troops, the general stopped Napoleon.

"Buwanaba, what do you think an ideal soldier should be?"

"obey orders."

The general did not reply, but asked another question.

"Are you confident?"

Compared to the previous one, this one is even simpler.

"No."

"why."

"Nothing happens without a reason. Her Majesty must have a reason for doing this. And considering her familiarity with Paris, I think few people can compare to her."

After hearing Napoleon's explanation, the general curled his lips helplessly. It was true that Her Majesty the Queen could go out alone to stroll around Paris on her wedding night.

The army entered Paris and marched along the main streets of the city. The streets were filled with people who looked like students from their appearance and clothing. Some young children stood on the roofs.

In the front were four knights riding Arabian horses, followed by a military band beating drums in unison with the sound of horse hooves.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but the soldiers heard singing.

Do you hear the people sing?

Singing the song of angry men?

It is the music of a people

Who will not be slaves again!

At first, there were only a few people singing softly, and the soldiers didn't pay much attention to it. But when they saw some ladies from noble families joining them, they felt something was wrong.

The lieutenant in charge of leading the team into the city called in his personal soldiers.

"Tell those people to keep an eye on it and make sure nothing unexpected happens. If things don't work, they can shoot."

"But sir, I don't think we can do that."

"why?"

"Those guys rebelled."

The lieutenant came to his senses and looked up to find that the Vietcong had appeared all over the mountains. He saw a few young men holding red flags breaking through the obstacles and rushing into the marching troops, which greatly slowed down the march.

And this was just the beginning, more and more people rushed in, and in the end even the guards who were originally on duty joined them. They poured into the road, climbed onto the carriages, waved the flags in their hands, and sang exciting songs.

Whether it was the nobles or the children in the slums, they were all on the same front, not to mention the army. They had come to take over Paris, but now they had become part of the parade.

Will you join in our crusade?

Who will be strong and stand with me?

Somewhere beyond the barricade is there a world you long to see?

Do you hear the people sing?

Say, do you hear the distant drums?

It is a future that they bring when tomorrow comes!

"Sir?"

"Shut up!"

When the parade arrived in front of the Louvre, people remembered the young man who was leading the way, and all eyes turned to him.

An ideal soldier must absolutely obey any order from his superiors. Orders that are absolutely obeyed cannot be criticized.

That is to say, the ideal soldier must first lose his rationality.

The young man only said five words and successfully made everyone obey his command.

"To the Bastille! To the Bastille! To the Bastille!"

It is worth mentioning that it took the emperor of the First Empire only ten minutes for the army to enter the city and obey orders.

"C'est une mutinerie, Monsieur?"

"Non, c'est la révolution."

PS1: Just a few words.

This chapter was written with reference to the chorus in the 12 edition of Les Miserables, as you can see from the chapter name. Unfortunately, I was unable to write the feeling I saw in the movie, so I could only write it in a narrative way. As a result, after reading it once, it didn't have the flavor of the movie at all.

As for the lyrics in the chapters, I originally wanted to use French, but I couldn't find it. When I used the Chinese translation version, I always felt that the book would be taken off the shelves the next day, so in the end I had to use the original English lines.

We apologize if this affects your viewing experience.

Finally, I hope you can give me some votes for recommendation. I have been favored by my friends.

Chapter 198 Claldea's Creed: Unity

“Although I have read about it in books, it was only after seeing it with my own eyes that I understood the status of Emperor Napoleon in this country.”

On the rooftop of a building near the Bastille, Ophelia recalled the famous news report. That extremely absurd comeback actually became a reality. The name of the magic demon is well-deserved.

"It only took three sentences for everyone to put aside their prejudices and obey his command. Mr. Napoleon is really an amazing man."

Mashu couldn't help but sigh that even though the current era is still a long way from the Continental Army sweeping across Europe, it is even more meaningful to be able to raise one's arms and perform "The Emperor Leading the People" when there is no achievement at all.

Montesquieu walked to the balcony, looked at the crowd moving forward, softly called an eagle, made some secret arrangements, and then released it again.

“Is this an animal conversation?”

"That's right. After all, I travel and sketch all the time, and these are the only things that can help me. I specifically asked someone to teach me this, and it turned out to be an inherent skill. To some extent, it's really a mess..."

"Well, let's wait here first. If nothing goes wrong, His Majesty the Emperor will be able to join us in a few minutes."

The crowd heading towards the Bastille attracted the eagle's attention. A marching army often attracts the attention of birds. The eagle flapped its wings and flew towards the advancing team. The composition of this team was very complex, from peasants holding sickles to well-equipped troops, and in front of them was a suspension bridge that had been pulled up for nothing. Cutting the rope of the suspension bridge was not a difficult task for Napoleon, but the following development was far beyond his expectations.

“Gaaaaaaaaa!!”

I saw a big man rushing out of the battle, as strong as a black bear, as mischievous as an iron bull, with red eyes and a ferocious look like a lion. He held a black sword in his hand and slashed at Napoleon.

"You bald ass! Take my sword, Lancelot!" After getting the information it wanted, the eagle flew past the Bastille's surveillance post and flew in the direction it came from.

"Look, it's back."

It fell directly on Montesquieu's shoulder and muttered a few words that most people could not understand. The baron's face became more and more serious.

"It's too late, let's go straight away."

"What happened?"

"Archer has encountered a strong enemy, a guy with a dark aura and no rationality. Judging from his behavior, he should be a Berserker."

Without Napoleon, the greatest helper, the situation ahead suddenly became dangerous. The enemy could continue to summon new Servants, but they could not.

"Do you remember where you came from, Voltaire?"

"Of course, but before that we have to prepare and change clothes."

After ten minutes later

"...This was Alvin's idea."

"Yes, only he can come up with something like this. To be honest, I've always wanted to open his brain and see what's inside."

Ritsuka looked at the familiar appearance and attire, and at himself who had everything except the hidden blade, and inwardly he felt ashamed of the bad taste of that guy.

Is this the CG for the remake of Revolution?

Of course, that's what I said, but only after I actually climbed over rooftops and walls and crawled through the places I had climbed in the game did I understand what that feeling was like.

It's great that it doesn't get stuck in the wall!

They scurried across the rooftops, stepped onto platforms, flew up high towers, and climbed along rough walls. It turned out that everything depended on the real thing. Ritsuka felt like he was about to fly, a feeling that he could never experience in a game.

"This is something I never expected. I thought the weakest link turned out to be so successful. It seems that I underestimated you, Ritsuka."

"Pay back your hard work, Kidd Kidd."

Of course this was just a small episode. They continued to climb up until they stopped two or three steps away from the city wall. From their position they could hear the soldiers talking.

"The first rule is to cleverly use obstacles to block between you and your target, so that the target cannot notice when he turns around."

After speaking, Montesquieu silenced everyone and climbed up to the top of the tower alone along the outer wall. Now, he was standing at the commanding heights of Paris, from where he could overlook the entire city. The wind blew past him, and his robe fluttered behind him. Of course, there were corpses everywhere he could see. After all, it was impossible not to cause casualties.

Regarding Fujimaru Ritsuka's investigation report that day, he had always been confused:

Can thirty-two soldiers hold this fort?

Now he got the answer. There were naturally only thirty-two soldiers on the regular payroll, but there were far more than that.

"I didn't expect this to be the case." He looked at the patrolling Dragon Tooth Soldiers, seized the opportunity when they were facing away from him, pounced on them and kicked them into pieces.

"Okay, come up."

After everyone climbed up, Ophelia looked at the bones on the ground and felt that her understanding of Caster had changed greatly.

"Aren't you Caster?"

"Caster will die if he doesn't fight in close combat. After all, this job attracts a lot of hatred, and it requires some kung fu. It's said that King Solomon was also an expert with brass knuckles."

"Is that so? Dr. Roman?"

For such a highly professional question, Li Xiang naturally had to consult someone in the field. At the other end of the control room, Romani, who had just picked up the cup to drink water, choked himself after hearing Li Xiang's fishing-style remarks and was coughing violently.

"Ahem, Ritsuka, why are you asking me this kind of question? Ahem..."

Leonardo da Vinci next to him covered his mouth and tried hard to hold back his laughter. However, after being stared at by Romani with a death stare, he not only did not stop, but laughed even harder.

The general meaning of Da Vinci can be translated into eight words:

You drink water like Karadzic.

Romani ignored it. She looked at her wet clothes. Fortunately, the protective suit under the white coat was darker in color, otherwise an accident would have really happened.