"You idiot! You are frightened by just a few words! Are you still a soldier? Where is the courage you had in Algiers and Paris!"
An old but powerful yell came from the window on the second floor of the mansion, causing the two soldiers guarding the gate to prick up their ears and listen to what was going on inside the mansion.
At this time, Alfondo Bedeau was standing upright on one side of the desk in the mansion, and opposite him was an old man wearing a white military uniform with medals on his chest. He was known as the Hero of Algeria.
Marshal Biro.
[The hero of the French and the nightmare of the Arabs. When he took office as the governor of Algeria, he completely eliminated the large guerrilla forces entrenched in Algeria. It can be said that he was the terminator of the guerrillas in Algeria. 】
"Marshal, you don't know! Your Excellency, the Prince, got angry just like His Majesty the Emperor back then..." Alfondo Bedo tried to defend himself to Biro.
As a confidant brought out from Algeria by Marshal Bijaud, Alfondo Bédo could still argue a few words in front of the rude Bijaud.
"Huh?" Biro looked up and down at Alfondo Bedeau and asked with suspicious eyes: "I remember your kid was born in 1804, right?"
"Yes!" Alfondo Bedo responded.
"Have you met His Majesty the Emperor?" Marshal Biruo asked in surprise: "I only met His Majesty a few times back then, and His Majesty almost dismissed me from my post the last time we met!"
"Marshal, I only saw Your Majesty from a distance when I was very young. It's not like you can always accept His Majesty's admonitions!" Alfondo Bedo explained to Marshal Biro.
"Shit admonishment!" Marshal Biro yelled, and Alfondo Bedo's words brought back Biro's memories: "Every time I see the emperor, they always meet in groups, and there are not even a few words in between.
What a shame! The only time I saw His Majesty alone, I was scolded!"
Upon seeing this, Alfondo Bedo stopped putting on a serious face, and instead showed a playful smile and said to Marshal Biruo: "Marshal, aren't you also afraid of His Majesty?"
"I..." Marshal Biro was at a loss for words. He recalled the emperor's rebuke to him when he came back. At that time, he had not slept well for several days and nights, until the emperor's adjutant, General Bertrand, told him that the emperor was going to summon him.
During his stay, he fearfully entered the Tuileries Palace and waited anxiously for the emperor's verdict. In the end, the emperor chose to let him continue to serve as colonel.
That was the first time he experienced the past from heaven to hell and back to heaven, so it is still fresh in his memory.
"He...really looks like His Majesty?" Marshal Biruo asked again. Compared with the first time he asked Marshal Biruo, he was less suspicious and more surprised.
"Marshal, I guarantee it with my honor! The prince who is not angry is just a little bit similar to the emperor. Once he gets angry, the prince is simply a smaller majesty!" Alfondo Bedo said to Marshal Biruo with confidence.
"In that case..." Marshal Biro scratched his head and seemed troubled: "It seems that some people in the Party of Order have made a miscalculation! Bedeau, I bet that if your intelligence is correct, there will be many people in Paris who like us.
Your Excellency the Prince!"
"The Party of Order? Marshal, are the Party of Order going to take action against the prince?" Alfondo Bedo looked at Marshal Biro in surprise and said.
"How do you think I know that he will arrive in Lyon at this time!" Marshal Biro glanced at Alfondo Bedeau and said with hatred: "When will you be able to use your brain more! Soldiers must not only learn
To fight a war, you also need to have political acumen!"
Later, he added with gloating: "However, this is just a small test to lend my hand! Those guys in the Party of Order not only hope that the Italian guy (Jerome Bonaparte) can check and balance Cavaignac, but also
I don’t want that boy’s voice to be too high! And I happen to owe those people a favor, so I let you go! Now, I’ve done it!”
"If the prince goes to the banquet, wouldn't it be in danger?" Alfondo Bedo said in stunned silence to Marshal Biro. The current Marshal Biro had overturned his previous impression of him.
"Not necessarily!" Marshal Biro continued: "If that Italian boy really steps into the game, I'm afraid he will be targeted by that guy Cavaignac! At that time, he can only turn to the Party of Order for help! In the final analysis
It’s because his voice in Paris is too high!”
"Then what should we do now?" Alfondo Bedo asked Marshal Bijo.
"I have done everything the Party of Order asked me to do! Now everything has nothing to do with me!" Marshal Birou crossed his legs and assumed the posture of an old gangster: "In the final analysis, it is just an internal struggle in Paris, and I am just a
Just the commander of the front army!"
"But..." After Alfondo Bedo hesitated for a moment, he expressed his concerns: "Your Excellency, will he target us after knowing the inside story?"
Marshal Biruo hesitated for a moment and then said: "It shouldn't be possible! No one knows this is a trap!"
"What if those people in Paris sell us?" Alfondo Bedeau continued.
Marshal Bijo once again recalled that when he suppressed the riots in February, he was abandoned by the king and the Party of Order. Those guys were enjoying themselves in Paris, but he had to stay in Lyon.
Thinking of this, Marshal Biro was filled with anger. He immediately took out the manuscript paper from the drawer, wrote "Beware of Thiers" in French on the white paper, and then handed the note to Alfondo Bedeau.
He said roughly: "Take this thing and get out of here!"
After taking the paper, Alfondo Bedo immediately understood Marshal Biro's intention. He saluted Marshal Biro and left.
Later, Alfondo Bedeau came to the hotel where Jérôme Bonaparte was staying again, handed the note to Jérôme Bonaparte, and revealed to Bonaparte the conspiracy about the banquet.
After listening to Alfondo Bedeau's words, Jérôme Bonaparte's heart felt like a roller coaster.
After all, I still underestimated Thiers, a sinister politician. Even though he had a "gentleman's agreement" with him, Thiers still did not hesitate to attack his "ally".
The name Thiers was already on Jérôme Bonaparte's "must-kill" list.
"I hope you won't resent the Marshal. The Marshal has no choice but to do so! In the final analysis, we still have to obey the command of Paris!" Alfondo Bédo defended Billot in front of Jérôme Bonaparte.
"If Marshal can tell me this news, he is sincere and trustworthy. I believe in Marshal's character!"
Jérôme Bonaparte pretended to be "broad-minded". He knew that Marshal Biraud would not live long. A cholera outbreak in Lyon next year would kill Biraud, so why should he die with him?