Before he could say anything about you, Polina spoke like a proud rooster—well, she was a hen but her shape was like a proud rooster—“I can’t stand this kind of thing like you the most.
You look down on others because you don’t understand!
"And as long as you pay attention to Frost's discussion, you will be impressed by the wisdom and logic contained in it!
"If you are not convinced, it means you are an absolute idiot! An idiot like you has no right to question Frost!"
An Ning was stunned. Napoleon was already a hard-core braggart, but he didn't expect his sister to get even worse.
It seems that Napoleon's tireless praise of tranquility left an imprint on his sister's mind like a steel seal of thought.
An Ning couldn't help but said: "It's not to this extent, I just made a reasonable guess about the future..."
Polina didn't care what An Ning said at all. She was like a fighting cock that had found its target, all her attention was on her opponent. She glared at Desmoulins and asked, "Don't you know that Britain used steam engines to produce textiles?"
Have the products of the factory driven a large number of manual workshops into bankruptcy?
"Can't you see that the steam engine factory established by Frost is generating a lot of wealth? What's wrong with being as smart as Barras and taking the initiative to invest when he sees an opportunity to make money?
"Is there anyone more trustworthy to invest in than Lord Frost?"
Desmoulins was silenced by Paulina's barrage of attacks, but he still said stubbornly: "Maybe what you said does have some truth, but this is actually a bribe!"
Polina snorted: "It seems that it is impossible for us to reach a consensus, so let's use the traditional Parisian method to decide. I have already thrown my gloves in your face. Let's duel!"
In Paris before the Great Revolution, people died in duels every once in a while, and this had become the main cause of death for aristocratic young people.
But now the situation has changed. Firstly, most young people have joined the army, and there are not many streets in Paris. Secondly, the remaining nobles do not dare to talk about their noble status, so naturally it does not matter.
He dueled with someone "for the honor of the nobility".
Desmoulins: "Paris is no longer the dueling city it used to be. Times have changed."
An Ning was thinking to herself, Duel City or something, it sounds like the people there are very good at playing cards.
Polina was slightly embarrassed: "Isn't this no longer popular? Is this prohibited by legislation in the Republic?"
An Ning: "That's not true. It's just that changes in objective conditions have changed the fashion trends in Paris."
Polina looked at An Ning: "You don't duel with others anymore? My brother said you still have to deal with dozens of challengers every year!"
An Ning wants to hold his forehead, good guy, Napoleon, Napoleon, you should be careful when you brag!
An Ning: "No, there is no such thing. How can anyone dare to challenge me to a duel in Paris now?"
Some onlookers shouted: "In fact, after he became famous as a noble killer, not many people dared to duel with him. Everyone cherished their lives."
After the words fell, someone said: "I regretted it until the end, and ended up on the guillotine."
Everyone laughed.
An Ning squinted his eyes and observed the crowd. He suddenly realized that even in the Jacobin Club, the stronghold of the Jacobins, there were people who were tired of the bloody killings that had lasted for many months.
Should Robespierre really be persuaded to stop?
However, Robespierre had just established the National Salvation Committee and abolished the courts where all trials were handed over to the "People's Jury". This move has now been widely praised. Many people in the tolerant camp regard Robespierre as their own
people.
While An Ning was thinking about this, Polina pointed at Desmoulin and said: "Even if this is an outdated tradition, you were thrown by me - by a woman, and it hit you in the face! You don't
If you have a duel, you will lose all face as a man!"
Desmoulin gritted his teeth, and then squeezed out a sentence: "Well, since you ask so, then as a gentleman who responds to the ladies' requests, I want to duel with you!"
Polina was very excited: "Come on! I know that the duel needs to be arranged at a time and place, and I need to gather three notaries! I will ask the general to be the notary here!"
An Ning was actually a little worried about Polina's safety at this time. After all, the little girl didn't look like she was very good at fighting. If she suffered a loss, she wouldn't be able to explain it to Napoleon.
After all, Napoleon in this time and space loves this sister so much that he raises her as the apple of his eye.
An Ning: "Actually, there is another saying about dueling. When ladies want to duel, they will choose a beloved 'knight' to fight for her. Polina, let me do it!"
Polina shook her head stubbornly: "No! I can handle it! I have always been the best in Briena's courses. Whether it is swordsmanship or gun shooting, I am the strongest in Briena."
An Ning wondered if there was a possibility that you got the first place because all the aristocratic children in Briena were greedy?
But then I thought about it, where are the nobles now? They are either dead or running away, and the few remaining ones who have surrendered to the Republic are working under An Ning.
The current Briena Military Academy should be in a state of "reducing talents in an eclectic way", which means that Paulina's top results really have a certain gold content.
So An Ning agreed - if he happened to be there as a witness, he could intervene in the duel if the situation went badly.
Polina cheered: "Okay! What about the time? According to the rules, who will choose the duel time? Is it me? And what weapons will be used?"
Desmoulins: "Of course it's a pistol. After all, even Mr. Frost admits that firearms are fangs that belong exclusively to civilians. No matter how much time the nobles spend on honing various martial arts, they will have nothing to do with pistols."
An Ning then remembered that he had really said this, but he didn't think much about it at the time, he just pretended to be cool.
Unexpectedly, this was also spread as a wise saying.
In the current situation, if you fart and complain, "It stinks," someone will make it into a short story about a close friend.
Next, the two parties quickly agreed on a time and place.
The notary from Desmoulins said he would bring him there on the day of the duel. This man's weight is definitely enough.
As for the third-party notary, after discussion, everyone unanimously decided that Lazar Carnot, who had been working hard in Paris, would be the notary.
It is strange to say that Lazar Cano was obviously promoted by An Ning and was clearly accepting the leadership of An Ning. However, because he always dealt with things impartially and without any bias towards the An Ning faction, he was regarded as a middle-class man in Paris.
Establish a faction.
It turns out that Lazar Cano had a similar position in history, and anyone who came up wanted him to be the Minister of War.
After making the decision, Polina hugged An Ning's arms excitedly: "Great! Just look at it, I will find out those who dare to despise your ideals one by one and kill them!"