Under Major Mipe's repeated encouragement, the soldiers present gradually got rid of the hesitation and hesitation in their hearts.
Everyone knows that doing this kind of thing is a gamble, and the bet is whether the Bonaparte family can turn over, either die without a burial place, or live and gain everything.
After all, the opportunity is rare, and maybe it is only once in this life. If you miss it, you will obviously spend your time in this damn place doing nothing.
It can also be seen from this that although the era of the Great Revolution has ended, the consequences of the "collapse of rituals and music" still exist.
Among the people present, no one felt from the bottom of their hearts that "overthrowing the royal family" was a treasonous idea that could not be tolerated by heaven and earth. What they were worried about was the probability of success. Even though they had not actually raised the flag of rebellion, their thoughts were consistent with the idea of overthrowing the royal family.
Rebellion is nothing different.
"How's it going, gentlemen, do you have any ideas?"
After a long silence, Major Mipe became a little impatient. He knocked on the table again and urged everyone present to make a decision quickly. "But I remind you that the King of Rome is not short of supporters. Why don't you grab one today?"
First of all, there is no point in wanting to be loyal in the future! The earlier you invest in the shares, the more valuable they will always be. If you hesitate, you will only waste time and waste these precious opportunities!
Think about it carefully, what's so scary about this? Even the worst outcome is nothing more than death, but aren't you and I used to life and death? Whoever has worked in our line of work doesn't care about life and death?
?! If you don’t follow me today, you will die too, and you will die in obscurity. You will die in these ghost places without anyone remembering you, and there will be no glory to speak of! But if you choose the right one,
If you have no way out, think about it, what will happen? Your future promotion will be smooth, and there will always be someone above you who will remember your loyalty. You will pass away happily among the praises of your children and grandchildren, and leave them the brightest way out!
Did I said wrong thing?"
The major looked around at the people around him, and then asked again, "Did I say something wrong?!"
Under his questioning, some people's eyes began to dodge, and then someone echoed, "That's right!"
Gradually, almost everyone agreed at the same time.
"Yes!"
Logically speaking, what the major said is not wrong at all. In today's era, if you want to achieve a "class jump", the fastest shortcut is to change dynasties and become a "cononglong hero".
Of course, if you want to rebel, you must have a name, and this name is something these soldiers lack. They can only draw a name from the outside world - and the Bonaparte family is an excellent brand.
The emperor's prestige in the past gave people endless confidence, and the previous "role models" who achieved class leaps during the Great Revolution spurred their ambitions, making them feel that they could also take a big gamble.
Maybe after the Bonaparte family comes to power, someone will want to pick up the royal family's brand and engage in reverse speculation.
"Yes!"
In the sea of cheers, the eldest officer's original serious face gradually softened, and then a slight smile appeared on his wrinkled face.
"Damn it!" he yelled at Major Mippe, "Mippe, I didn't know, it turns out you are a speaker. You should really elect a member of parliament in the future instead of continuing to serve."
His scolding made the others burst into laughter, and Major Mipe also smiled and sat down. "I think I am more suitable to be a general."
"So, you have been promised over there?" the officer asked.
"Yes, he told me personally that as soon as he takes power, I will become a general immediately." Of course, Major Mipe does not need to hide this, "And you, I think you can also become generals in the future, don't you?
"
Although he was just painting a cake, it completely catered to the ambitions of everyone present, so they all nodded.
"certainly!"
In this warm atmosphere, the soldiers present finally made up their minds to entrust their lives and fortunes to this gamble, to the Bonaparte family, and to the fate of Marshal Soult and Major.
On trust.
The eldest officer slammed the table, and then roared as if the judge had made the final decision.
"Okay, let's do it!"
Major Mipe nodded and showed a satisfied smile.
"I knew you would make this choice. You are all good people."
He stretched out his hand again, and this time, the other party shook his hand heavily, and the two reached an agreement.
"As long as the time is set over there, we will lead our reliable subordinates to meet him at the designated place." Although the officer was excited, he continued in a calm tone, "But we can only pull in a few hundred people at most.
People, such a small number of people cannot afford to fight a civil war. They are just an honor guard at best. Then, let him use us as he likes, and we will leave our lives to him."
"I will stand with you to greet him." The major also promised eloquently. "From now on, whether it is life or death, I will be tied to you. No matter what happens, I will never
Get cold feet."
He knew in his heart that as long as he succeeded in this act, he would have made an unprecedented achievement. His benefactor, Marshal Sirte, would be heavily rewarded, and he himself would rise to great heights. For this, he was willing to take all risks.
Amid warm cheers, the two continued to agree on the next steps.
The soldiers separately contacted like-minded colleagues and subordinates. Major Mipe was responsible for maintaining contact with the King of Rome and taking action once the opportunity came.
In the end, under the influence of alcohol, Major Mipe asked for paper and pen, and then wrote a letter in a hurry.
After writing it, he looked at everyone again.
"I wrote a letter of allegiance, describing our gathering today, and preparing to submit it to His Majesty to show him our loyalty to the Empire and the Bonaparte family. Everyone, please sign it!"
This letter of allegiance is, firstly, to put the name of the Bonaparte family on the record so that they can be rewarded for their merits in the future; secondly, it is actually a "letter of allegiance", showing that everyone is involved in the future rebellion conspiracy and who will be held accountable.
Can't run away either.
Obviously, when it comes to this, no one will back down - even if someone is still hesitant, he dare not show it, because he will be regarded as a traitor and killed on the spot.
So, no one raised any objection, the letter and pen and paper were passed around, and everyone signed their name.
At this moment, they were no longer the loose group that was full of complaints and gathered together to drink. The conspiracy had closely intertwined their fates, and there was no turning back.
After receiving this letter of allegiance, Major Mipe was also satisfied. He said goodbye to everyone, and then quietly left the back of the tavern with his people.
The soldiers who stayed in the tavern were also full of worries at the moment. They had no interest in drinking and chatting anymore, so they dispersed one after another. The town remained as empty and silent as ever, as if nothing had happened.
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While Major Mippe was passionately encouraging his former colleagues, hundreds of kilometers away, the picturesque Valensay Castle was also brewing a storm in its calm appearance.
An old man with all white hair, leaning on a cane, stood quietly in front of a painting and admired it silently. His muddy but obsessed eyes wandered over every detail, and he often made a sound of admiration.
This is the gift he recently received from the Bonaparte family - more precisely, it is the collection of Archduke Charles that he received from Theresa.
"What a good thing..." he murmured to himself. "The Habsburg family has a great business, there is nothing to say about it."
A middle-aged man in a black tuxedo standing next to him reminded the old man in a respectful tone.
"Your Highness, it's time to set off."
"Let me continue to look at it." Talleyrand waved his hand gently, "I won't be able to take more than a glance at these good things from now on!"
"Okay." Since this was the benefactor's wish, the middle-aged man did not dare to object and could only continue to stand beside the old man in silence with his head bowed.
However, he was still a little dissatisfied in his heart. Of course he knew that this was a rare painting handed down from generation to generation, but after all, it was just a dead object. If he wanted to appreciate it whenever he could, how could he delay his business?
Of course His Highness is a powerful figure, but now he is old after all, and his mentality is not what it used to be.
Although he didn't even look at the person next to him, the prince seemed to be able to read minds and spoke with a sneer.
"Oh, yes, I am getting old. Who knows how many more years I can live. Just look at it as much as you can... Anyway, I have to return these things when the time comes."
"Huh?" The middle-aged man was a little surprised.
He had followed Prince Talleyrand for many years and had seen with his own eyes how he greedily took what he wanted. How could he "give it back"? How is that possible?
"That boy is very young, so he is not afraid to give me anything. Anyway, he will take it back after I die." A sneer appeared on the corner of the prince's mouth, "Why do you think he is so generous? He has already made up his mind.
In this case, why don't I take advantage of the fact that they are in my hands to take a closer look, so as not to feel regret after ascending to heaven."
...The middle-aged man was speechless for a moment.
It seems that the prince expected that the Bonaparte family would "settlement the accounts" after his death.
However, this answer triggered new doubts in him.
"If that's the case, then why do you..."
"Since he didn't have good intentions in the first place, why did you choose to help him, right?" Before he could ask, the prince interrupted him directly. "Yes, why...?"
The angle of his mouth became wider and wider, "Because you don't understand."
The middle-aged man could only lower his head and wait for His Highness the Prince's instructions.
Talleyrand was acrimonious, and he would always be sarcastic even when facing the monarchs of various countries. What's more, he was used to it by people like him.
At this time, Talleyrand finally looked away from the painting. Then, he looked at his luxuriously decorated room with nostalgia, and then looked through the window at the carefully decorated castle and gardens outside the window.
.
"Everything I own does not naturally belong to me. It needs to be defended, and the effort required to defend it is never less than to obtain it." Prince Talleyrand sneered, "And my children,
They don't have my ability, so they can't defend these."
Everyone knows that although Prince Talleyrand was once married and had a mistress and children, he had no "legitimate" heirs.
This also means that after his death, his illegitimate children do not have a substantial enough inheritance claim to inherit his property.
Under the gaze of his confidants, Prince Talleyrand spoke calmly.
"My friend, I have never had any expectations for this world. I have seen the darkest evil, the purest evil, and I am even happy to be a part of it... I have become accustomed to the ugliest scenes in the world.
, and I never expect that I will be lucky enough to ascend to heaven.
Then, the moment I step into hell, the vultures will follow me. The property I have accumulated throughout my life will be the prey they dream of eating. I know this is how the world works, and I have done this myself.
I have done it, so I would never blame others for wanting to do it.”
The prince explained to his cronies in a cold and mocking tone, "Yes, Bonaparte's boy has bad intentions, but would our king or the Duke of Orleans be more gentle? No, my friend, they are all the same,
Since I have no legal heir, they will try their best to mess with the family property I left behind. They will not feel any guilt, and I am afraid they will feel that they are doing justice for God..."
Prince Talleyrand has long understood the world and is used to speculating on others from the most malicious perspective. He knows that he has made enemies everywhere, so he does not expect everything to be smooth sailing after his death.
He firmly believed that after his death, his huge inheritance, without any "legitimate" heirs, would be slaughtered by those in power no matter what. How much he could leave to his illegitimate children purely depended on luck.
He wouldn't take any chances with this.
He doesn't feel scared or angry, because he feels that this kind of thing is natural in his heart, and he would do it himself - and he has indeed done it before.
His worldview is complete and self-consistent. He treats everyone equally as hopeless villains and will never excuse himself.
Because of this, even though he knew very well that if that kid took power in the future, he would plunder all his cherished collections after his death, he didn't mind at all.
As a former high priest, he despised the gods more than ordinary people. Carpe diem was his rule, and death was death, so why should he care about what happened after death? It was just a thing made up to deceive the ignorant people.
Just a son.
After teaching his cronies a lesson, Prince Talleyrand turned his attention back to the artwork, his eyes filled with greed and fascination.
"At least I can suck this world up while I'm alive..." He murmured to himself.
Soon after, the packed group quietly left the picturesque Valensay Castle and embarked on a journey to Paris.