Aigron's question finally received a series of resounding answers.
He touched upon the issues that were of greatest concern to the farmers, and thus finally gained their spiritual resonance.
As long as you grasp that link of resonance, the next thing will be much easier to handle.
"Yeah, you can't agree. You are the creators of France's wealth and the source of France's strength. You support the palace, government, courts and army. Everything in the country needs your tribute to function. Why?
You are going to be put in a pitiful situation where no one cares about you? Why do those gentlemen who suck your blood have the honor to rob you and laugh at you at the same time? To this day, such ridicule and plundering continues, and
It is still getting worse. Is this fair? Is it reasonable?
Yes, you have endured oppression in silence and numbness for too long. This is not more than ten years, but more than ten centuries! For thousands of years, your ancestors have endured all this, trembling under the tip of the knife.
The anger that had been accumulated for a long time once burst out and liquidated the mud of thousands of years. Although this anger brought too many additional tragic disasters, isn't this kind of liquidation unreasonable? Is there anything else than this?
Is this something more just? However, now the false king of Paris wants to tell you that he wants to destroy the justice you have achieved, overthrow everything you have gained by spending so much blood and life, and drag out time.
Go to those dark pasts and let you once again taste the pain and fear of your ancestors...Should you accept it? Tell me, are you lambs who are powerless and can only be slaughtered, or have you proven how powerful you are?
Heroes? I believe that you are heroes. It is precisely because of you, who are hardworking and brave, that my father was able to achieve such magnificent achievements. The surname Bonaparte truly has power. Tell me,
Are you!?"
Under Aigron's loud questioning, the people who had resonated with him mentally answered him loudly.
"yes!"
"Yes... you are the source of strength. You have original justice. Without you, this country will cease to exist immediately. You have the right to receive the respect and protection you deserve, and this is the meaning of the existence of the empire!" Aigron!
He held his head high, and then shouted out without hesitation, "Yes, I have an obligation to each of you. I will let you get everything you deserve, and you will also give me power... I am
Emperor of the French! Emperor of yours!”
To be honest, with Aigron's current strength, it is unrealistic and even a bit ridiculous to shout such a slogan, but there is a saying that as long as you are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.
He shouted out his title with great passion, as if he believed it deeply, and many people who had been led to their emotions also shouted out.
"Long live the Emperor!"
They all cheered for the young man, as if a monarch had indeed visited this town.
Seeing that the emotions of the crowd were ignited, Aiglon was also very satisfied. He squinted his eyes slightly and enjoyed the cheers given to him by the French people (although there was only a small group of them at the moment).
Of course, he hasn't been carried away yet, he knows who he is and what he is doing.
At this moment, the suppressive army must be on the way in, and may rush here at any time to try to capture this lawless pretender to the throne.
Although the villagers here are cheering for him at the moment, when the army comes, there is no need to fire a shot, they will definitely disperse.
So he must make complete preparations himself.
He calculated the time in his mind while listening to the noise coming from outside at any time.
At this moment, several consecutive gunshots were heard in the distance, and then quickly fell silent.
According to Aiglon's prior arrangement, the Marquis of Treville and his men hid outside the town to observe the situation, and their continuous firing meant that the troops coming from the fortress had already appeared in their sights.
as I thought.
Aigron felt a little nervous, but he knew that he still had some time, and he had to finish the rest of the things without appearing panicked.
The emperor cannot be afraid.
The gunshots coming from the distance also slowly calmed down the frenzied emotions aroused by Aigron. The villagers who had been cheering loudly just now began to look at each other. Some people had already begun to consider escaping. Naturally,
Few people were prepared to defend the young emperor to the death.
"Citizens, as you can see, the people loyal to the false king are coming soon, and I have to leave here as soon as possible." Aigron changed his impassioned tone and continued with a slightly sad expression, "But you
There is no need to be afraid. I came to see you without authorization and dragged you into the whirlpool. I will take all responsibilities. This is my battle alone, and I must bear the consequences alone!"
At this point, he changed the subject, and then said impassionedly
"Please remember my appearance, remember the words I said... I will come back! When you are oppressed and insulted, when you are put into poverty and despair, when you cannot bear the torture of reality, you will be able to see it,
I am here to guard you! For me, this is not an annoying obligation, nor is it a responsibility that I have to bear to fulfill. This is the reason why I was born! I... I was born to inherit and continue the emperor's career.
Yes, what I serve is not just the interests of the Bonaparte family, but you, the French people!"
After speaking, Aigron waved to them to say goodbye.
Almost everyone waved goodbye to him, and some excited villagers even had tears in their eyes because they all knew that the next time they saw this young man, they would not know what year or month it would be.
Then, they dispersed one after another, and the open space that had been filled with people just now quickly returned to its previous emptiness and silence.
Aigron looked around him. In addition to the people he brought here, there were still a few people left. The veteran Angles, who had just received his gift, did not leave, nor did the priest who he forced to ring the bell and summon the villagers.
leave.
"Your Majesty...if you need someone to stand behind you and delay time, I can take on this responsibility." The veteran raised his still trembling hand and saluted him.
His expression was solemn, and it was obvious that he had made up his mind.
"No, enough blood has been shed for our family. There is no need to shed your blood now." Aigron shook his head, "The pursuers are still some distance away from me now, enough for me to leave safely."
Then, he patted the other party's shoulder again and signaled the other party to leave quickly, "Sir, please go back. I hope you live well and live long enough to celebrate the day when His Majesty Emperor Napoleon II ascends the throne! I can give you something on that day.
Leave a place in Paris”
"I will definitely come!" the veteran replied loudly.
Then, he saluted Aiglon, turned around and left.
Aiglon looked at the priest again, and the priest's expression at this time also had mixed emotions.
"Your Highness, it would be great if you were born into the Bourbon family!" Then he sighed, "Maybe you can save our poor orthodox dynasty."
Although he is in the countryside, the news is not blocked. Judging from what he has seen and heard, the current Bourbon Restoration Dynasty is indeed crumbling and in danger. What is sad is that King Charles X and the nobles around him
But they closed their eyes and listened, and kept taking various reactionary measures, angering more and more citizens.
The priest was a die-hard royalist, so when he saw this situation, he was naturally very anxious, but what could he do? He was just a young priest from the countryside, and he could not change anything.
How much he hoped that someone in the royal family could stand up to turn the tide, safeguard this great dynasty, and continue the Capetian family's orthodoxy for nearly a thousand years, but reality made a huge joke to him. Such a person did appear, but
Appeared on the opposite side of the dynasty!
He had been watching the young man's speech with cold eyes. Although he did not completely agree with every word he said, he could feel the passion and infection from the young man's powerful tone and various gestures.
strength, and almost endless mobility.
It can also be seen from his rhetoric that he calmly observed the situation, got to the point, and constantly provoked antagonism between the royal family and the people at the bottom.
In a small town, these commotions are nothing, but it is conceivable that before long, his actions and his rhetoric will be widely reported by newspapers in Paris, causing commotion in the capital, and the impact will be
Power is completely different.
Moreover, he shouted it out in front of so many people, so it was impossible to keep it secret or block the information.
This was not a spur-of-the-moment idea, but a carefully planned political action.
The more clearly he saw it, the sadder the priest felt.
Is it possible that the orthodox royal family, which has lasted for thousands of years, is doomed after all? Is it possible that after it has paid so much, endured so much suffering, and survived thirty years of bloodshed and finally escaped the storms of the revolution and the emperor, it still has to survive?
Was he buried by the hands of a young man?
God, why do you inflict such sin on our royal family? He lamented for the royal family in his heart even though he had never received any favors from the royal family.
Just when he was still lamenting in his heart, Aiglon waved to him goodbye.
"I'm sorry, Father, I caused you trouble today and gave you a fright. But your fright ends here. You will be safe from now on. You can truthfully report everything you saw today."
As long as you don't deliberately discredit me, I will never make things difficult for you again."
"Your Highness..." the priest suddenly spoke, and then looked at the young man with an almost pleading look, "Can you... stop here? The king may be willing to reconcile with you, and you can have a lot of compensation..."
"Hahahaha! Hahahaha!" Aigron didn't answer, he just laughed, and then he made a gesture, and the priest had to stop talking.
And this laughter was his answer.
There is no compromise and no concession is possible.
Either win them all, or be completely defeated. As an emperor, there can be no middle ground.
"Goodbye." Aiglon nodded proudly to the other party, and then left with Andre Davout and others. Only the priest stood alone at the door of the church, watching his retreating back, thinking about the inevitable future in his heart.
Lament those "disasters".
Of course, Aigron is not leaving immediately. He must seize the last moment to fulfill one of his commitments.
At this time, the old mayor should still be quietly staying in the cafe, waiting for the situation to finally calm down, and Aigron has just learned from him the address of his home and the remains of his two sons.
Storage location.
He took Andre all the way back to the town. At this time, there was no pedestrian on the roads in the town. Everyone was hiding in their houses anxiously, waiting for the arrival of the army, fearing that they would
Unfortunately, he suffered a disaster, which made it easier for Aiglon to move.
They quickly walked through the alley, and then came to an inconspicuous but relatively spacious house. The house in this house was not big, but it had a small garden and spacious stables. Obviously, this was also the case after the old mayor's later years.
The only entertainment activities left.
Then, they rushed directly into the house, followed the old mayor's instructions and went to his bedroom, and then opened the middle drawer from the bedside table.
Sure enough, just as the old mayor described, there was a box in the drawer, and there were many medals in the box.
Eggron didn't have time to distinguish the specific shape of each medal, but he could see that these medals had been carefully maintained over the years, and both the ribbons and the medal bodies were new and bright.
Although the old mayor didn't like the emperor, he still cared about what was left of his sons in this world.
It is precisely because of this that he is worried that no one will take care of these relics after his death.
Aigron sighed inwardly, and then nodded to pay tribute to the two heroes who sacrificed their lives for the emperor.
Then he put the box into a baggage, and tied the baggage to Andre Davout. Andre Davout's expression was also very solemn, lest anything should go wrong.
Then, a few of them walked to the stables.
Soon, several horses galloped out of the stables, crossed the road of the town, and rushed into the countryside. While passing through a pre-planned forest, the Marquis of Treville and several lurking horses were lurking here.
The people next to me walked out quietly.
"Your Majesty, where did you get this trophy?" Marquis Treville looked at Aigron on the horse in shock, and then asked.
"A gift from an old father," Aigron, who was riding a horse, replied with a smile.
At this time, the midday sun was shining on him, and his golden hair and brown horse mane complemented each other, and both the man and the horse seemed to stand in the halo.
"You are so amazing!" The Marquis of Treville exclaimed, "It seems that your appearance is more ideal than I imagined."
"Of course! It's a pity that you weren't here to win the cheers and the battle for my appearance!" Aigron nodded with a smile, and then waved his riding crop proudly, "I came in the sunshine, and came to this land waiting to be conquered.
In this land, I will make all my wishes come true!”