An Ning's small force put on torches and set off on the road to Versailles.
Some people on the road loudly asked: "National Guardsmen? Are you going to express your feelings to His Majesty?"
An Ning replied: "No, we are here to maintain order."
Fortunately, it was dark at this time, and An Ning deliberately stayed away from the torches, so no one recognized him along the way, the "Hero of the Bastille."
If someone recognized him, some outrageous claims might be made.
Maybe tomorrow all the pubs in Paris will be saying that Andy Frost kicked open the door of the Palace of Versailles and put his gun to Louis XVI's head.
An Ning doesn't want this.
At about eight o'clock in the evening, Ning Ning's small force arrived at the Palace of Versailles.
The Palace of Versailles was still brightly lit, and there were three or four times more torches from the crowd outside the palace than there were lights in the palace.
Seeing this posture, An Ning couldn't help but frown. His small army of only two hundred people was really not enough to see the tens of thousands of people outside the palace gate.
When the crowd surrounding the palace saw the troops approaching, they shouted loudly: "Is it the National Guard? What are you here for?"
An Ning said with some confidence: "We are here to maintain order."
After he finished speaking, he heard someone in the team whisper: "How can we maintain order with so many people? They all blew their breath together and we were blown away."
An Ning whispered: "Keep a straight face, at least you can't lose your momentum."
At this time, someone from the crowd asked again: "What on earth are you here for?"
It seems that this person didn't hear An Ning's answer just now.
So An Ning spoke again: "We are here to negotiate with His Majesty!"
"Wait a minute, what the captain just said was..."
"Shut up." Jean Bol glared at the soldier who pointed out the two inconsistencies in An Ning, "Whatever the captain says is what it is. We just need to show off our momentum."
At this time, the crowd was already shouting: "The National Guards are here to negotiate with His Majesty! Let's make way!"
"Folks, make way for our troops to enter."
"Mr. Officer, you have to talk to His Majesty carefully. Don't let that Austrian girl lead you astray!"
"Mr. Officer, let your Majesty go to Paris. There he will not be deceived by bad people!"
As they spoke, the crowd parted a way, and An Ning led his small army towards the Palace of Versailles.
As they drove in, a fellow villager recognized An Ning and shouted: "Look, the officer leading the troops is the hero of the Bastille! What he says is sure to work!"
An Ning looked like he had eaten a fly. He wanted to keep a low profile, but his reputation was already too loud.
Dandong, who came with An Ning, joked: "I guess tomorrow I'll tell you to kick open the door of the Palace of Versailles."
An Ning pursed her lips and grimaced.
When they arrived at the gate of the Palace of Versailles, the Guards guarding the palace saw the National Guard coming, so they opened the door and let people in.
The National Guardsmen all wore blue uniforms and liberty caps with the tricolor emblem on their caps.
The royal guards of the palace still wore the white uniforms of the French army, but they also had the tricolor emblem on their hats.
An officer of the Guards glanced at An Ning's rank and immediately showed a disdainful expression. The colonel waited for An Ning to salute before returning the salute, and then asked arrogantly: "Where is Lafayette? Why is it only like this?"
Please order someone?"
An Ning: "General Lafayette's station is in Paris. We are close, so we got here first."
The colonel waved his hand: "Let your troops line up in the square in front of the palace gate. You will not be needed to guard the palace for the time being."
An Ning gave the order, and the troops drove towards the square under the leadership of the sergeants.
Several representatives of the National Assembly hurried over, and the leader, Mounier, said: "Where is Lafayette?"
"They should still be in Paris, we came over first." An Ning replied.
"Can your troops disperse the people?" Mounier asked doubtfully.
An Ning spread his hands and said: "Of course there is no way. Isn't the top priority should be to persuade His Majesty to agree to the people's conditions as soon as possible?"
Mounier: "We have submitted a petition, but His Majesty has not responded yet. We will prepare to meet with His Majesty later together with people's representatives."
Mounier paused, looked at An Ning, and said, "We originally wanted to wait for Lafayette to arrive and take him with us, but now it seems we can't wait any longer. You can go with us."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mirabeau behind him joked: "From the perspective of putting pressure on His Majesty, it is more effective to lead Mr. Frost than the Marquis de Lafayette."
I don't want to go to An Ning for a moment. Am I just a tool to put pressure on His Majesty?
Mounier nodded: "Indeed. So, Mr. Frost, will you come with us?"
An Ning: "I was originally ordered to rescue him, so of course I have to go to see the saint."
"Let's go then." After saying this, Mounier turned around and strode towards the main building of the palace.
Several women dressed as civilians followed him.
An Ning couldn't help but ask: "Who are these..."
Mirabeau waved his hand: "These are the representatives of the people. Most of the first people to come to Versailles were women. Look outside, the people crowded on the innermost layer of the palace wall are all women."
The vast group of people passed through the brightly lit royal courtyard and entered the main building of the Palace of Versailles. After passing through several rooms, they entered Louis XVI's study.
Louis XVI was already waiting here. When he saw Mounier come in, he sternly said: "Why hasn't Lafayette come yet? His duty is to maintain order in Paris! So many thugs surrounded the Palace of Versailles, it's his
dereliction of duty!"
Mounier frowned: "Your Majesty, the people surrounding the palace are not thugs. If you look carefully, they are hungry Parisian women."
As he spoke, Mounier stepped aside to let Louis XVI see the women behind him.
When Louis XVI saw these women, he was stunned: "This..."
Before he could speak, a woman rolled her eyes and fainted.
Everyone was shocked and hurriedly stretched out their hands to help him.
"Wait a minute! Let me come!" Louis XVI called to everyone, stepped forward, squatted down, helped the fainted woman up, and let her head rest on his knees, "What's wrong with you?"
Only then did An Ning see the girl's face clearly. She was about in her early twenties, and her face was covered with freckles that were common among girls in this era.
The girl opened her eyes, glanced at Louis XVI, and murmured: "Bread... Your Majesty, bread..."
Louis XVI's face was livid: "Bread... they surrounded my palace just for bread?"
An Ning thought, what else?
Louis XVI handed the girl to the palace guard next to him and stood up.
Mounier did not miss this opportunity. He took a step forward: "Your Majesty! The citizens of Paris have no bread! If you don't do something, they will take more radical actions than storming the Bastille!"
Louis XVI glanced at Queen Mary standing behind the desk.
Only then did An Ning notice that the queen was there, so she stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, as far as I know, the people don't have cakes anymore!"
Only then did Louis XVI see An Ning, and he gasped.
An Ning even wants to laugh. Damn, what a deep psychological shadow have I left on His Majesty?
Mirabeau cleared his throat and said to Louis XVI: "It's not too late now. As long as your Majesty signs the previous "August Decree" and "Declaration of Human Rights", and attaches an order to let the grain merchants in the city lower the price of grain,
The people will be satisfied!”
As soon as Mirabeau finished speaking, a gunshot was heard outside the window.
An Ning: "Who is shooting?"
Then there was the sound of gunfire again.
After the firing, the entire huge courtyard of the Palace of Versailles was extremely quiet.
The next moment, the people roared with overwhelming anger: "The Guards opened fire!"
"It's these bad guys who held His Majesty hostage!"
"Come on, shoot them, push down the palace door and rush in!"