On An Ning's side, because it was too easy to win the Marne River, he was ready to pursue the victory and fight a few big battles outside.
Then the news of Marat's death came.
After An Ning received the news of Mara's death, she was silent for a long time.
Berthier heard him whisper: "I've obviously sent guards to him, how come..."
Berthier: "Should the guard's malfeasance be dealt with seriously?"
An Ning shook his head: "No, this is probably destiny."
Berthier: "Destiny?"
"Don't worry about it." An Ning waved his hand, then turned to Jacques-Louis David, who had been accompanying the army, "You rush back to Paris immediately. I want you to paint Marat's death as an oil painting, and make him look like a saint.
Normal! Then hang this poster all over Paris!"
David nodded: "I will return to Paris immediately."
After saying that, Jacques put away the things in his hands, turned around and left the headquarters.
Berthier carefully observed An Ning's expression and suggested: "How about you also go back to Paris? It's still early before the next battle. It may be that within half a month it is unlikely that the enemy and we will come into contact. This is just the right time to let them go."
You return to Paris to attend Monsieur Marat's funeral."
An Ning looked at the map.
The enemies from Alsace have been defeated. The two enemies on the front have gathered around the two fortresses of Sedan and Verdun. Even if these two enemies try to come over, it will be too late.
There was indeed enough time for An Ning to return to Paris to attend Marat's funeral.
After a brief hesitation, An Ning nodded: "Okay, when I go back to attend the funeral, the troops will be handed over to you. You must keep the pressure on the enemy so that they cannot use all their strength to attack the city."
Berthier: "Leave it to me."
"Also, find me Beethoven, I need him to conduct the orchestra at the funeral." An Ning added.
"Of course, I will inform Sergeant Beethoven right away."
Since Beethoven joined the army, he would naturally have a military rank. The rank of sergeant is already the highest military rank a military musician can have.
An Ning let out a long sigh: "I suddenly felt a little tired, so I'm going to rest first. I'll leave the rest of today's work to you."
After saying that, An Ning left the headquarters and went outside, standing under the warm spring sun.
He let out a long sigh.
To be honest, Mara's death shocked him more than he imagined. Maybe it was because he had really regarded this ugly former doctor as his good friend.
At this moment, he thought of Mara's horse face again, and thought of drinking with him while thinking about the future.
An Ning always felt that Mara would be assassinated because he did not bring any guards, so he thought that by sending him loyal and reliable guards, he could avoid this outcome.
It seems now that history will not be changed so easily.
Maybe Marat must be allowed to leave Paris to completely prevent this from happening.
But it is impossible for Marat to leave Paris. After all, this is the critical moment of the revolution, and he is releasing his light and heat in Paris.
An Ning let out a long sigh. He suddenly realized that what he was thinking now was actually making excuses for himself.
Forget it, that’s it now, let’s focus on the future.
Starting with Marat's death, the Jacobins' terror policy will become more and more extreme, and then the two remaining Jacobin giants will kill each other.
Robespierre would send Danton to the guillotine, leaving him alone among the former Big Three. In the end, in the coup launched by Fouche and others, Robespierre himself was also sent to the guillotine.
An Ning did not want Robespierre to end up like this.
After these years of interactions, An Ning knew that Robespierre was a noble and self-disciplined good man. Even if he was not her friend, An Ning would not want him to end up like this.
In order to prevent things from turning into this, An Ning had to go back and persuade Robespierre to ensure that he was still the moderate Robespierre.
He also had to reconcile the conflict between him and Dandong.
As for the subsequent coup, An Ning is not too worried. After all, unless his military authority is no longer there, it will still be difficult to overthrow Robespierre through a coup.
An Ning paced back and forth in the military camp, thinking about this.
He was so focused that he didn't even hear the "Long live the general" shouted by the soldiers passing by. He just responded mechanically with a wave of his hands.
**
The next day, Berthier prepared the main force to return to the city.
As soon as An Ning got on his horse, he saw Beethoven already riding on the horse waiting for him.
An Ning: "How are you doing?"
Beethoven: "Great! Just make it a little louder and I can hear you."
An Ning was very happy. He thought that the condition of Le Sheng's ears was not as bad as it had been in history, and he fully believed that Le Sheng would create better music.
As a result, Beethoven's next sentence was: "It's a pity that I can only understand words, but I can't distinguish pitches at all. My absolute sense of pitch is finished."
He said it in a teasing tone, but An Ning's expression turned gloomy.
Beethoven hurriedly said: "Don't worry! I will never give up music! Just like you said, I will grab fate by the throat!"
An Ning nodded.
At this time, he suddenly realized something: Wait, did I give Mao away Beethoven's famous sayings?
I didn't mean to be stupid, I just encouraged him!
An Ning shook his head.
At this time Beethoven asked again: "Where is David?"
"I asked him to go back to Paris yesterday. He wanted to paint a painting for Marat, a very important painting."
An Ning said this because he knew that David's "The Death of Marat" would become a famous painting later and even become a sacred image for revolutionaries during the Great Revolution.
But to others, this is not what they meant.
Berthier once again had an "I understand" expression, but he didn't know what he understood.
An Ning said to Berthier: "While I am back in the city, the troops will be left to you."
"Don't worry." Berthier nodded.
Then An Ning looked forward and waved his riding crop: "Let's go back to the city!"
**
Outskirts of Paris, Palace of Versailles.
Christina was instructing the maids to clean up the room: "Hurry up, Frost will be back tomorrow at the latest."
"As you command, Your Majesty the Queen," the maid who was cleaning up the room said half-jokingly.
Christina blushed: "What are you talking about! It's a republic now, and there is no queen anymore."
"But we are all the queen's maids, and this palace was once the bedroom of the king and the queen." The maid said, "Although you are not called the queen, your fiancé commands the entire French army and is famous throughout the world. Isn't this right?
Just like a king?"
Christina: "It's different! If you say such incorrect things again, I will have no choice but to send you to the guillotine!"
"Look, even Her Royal Highness the Queen has to get the nod of the Paris Grand Judge to send someone to the guillotine. But you, look, you don't even have to look at anyone's face, you can send someone to the guillotine if you want!"
The maids probably knew that Christina was a kind person and would not easily send someone to the guillotine, so they continued to make fun of her.
Christina sighed: "Okay, if I were really the queen, you wouldn't dare to joke with me like this, would you? Just tell me these things, but don't let my fiancé hear it."