Chapter 98: , A night of blood and fire

On June 5th, the Vendée rebels approached only one day away from Le Mans. On that afternoon, Fouché appeared in front of Napoleon.
　　 "Commander Bonaparte, I need the cooperation of your army." Foucher said.
　　 "Go ahead, how can I cooperate with you?" Napoleon was also very simple.
　　 Fouché took out the map of Le Mans from his arms and laid him on the table.
　　 "Master Bonaparte, have you seen these houses marked with red crosses?" Foucher said.
　　 "This is the house of the traitor?" Napoleon asked.
　　 "Yes." Foucher said, "They are plotting to launch a rebellion, and they should cooperate with the Vendée rebels inside and outside."
　　 "What do you want me to do? Go arresting people?"
"No, you don't have to worry about arresting people." Fouché smiled like a tiger. "You only need to be responsible for killing people. You see, you and your subordinates are both military officers and not locals. You arrest people. You may not be proficient in things. You only need to let your fighters control these most critical positions and impose a strict curfew in the city. You can order, except for our own people, to see anyone still Walking on the street, you can shoot them. Le Mans is a really good place, it has a complete city wall...As long as you look at the key places, none of the traitors can escape!"
　　 Napoleon lowered his head, looked at the map carefully, and then said: "Where is the most fierce resistance of the rebels?"
　　 "In this position." Foucher said, "I know they hid a batch of weapons here and gathered about a hundred people."
"The streets of this place are too narrow and winding. If we do anything in this place, we will also suffer unnecessary losses." Napoleon put his chin on his hand and stared at the map. "I suggest you do it here first. They will definitely be Alarmed. Then they have two options, one is to support here."
Napoleon pointed to the map with his hand: "I have arranged a company and two cannons here. If they want to come over, they will definitely pass by here. Then, we will kill them all here. Of course, they have another choice. Is to escape, then they will go like this..."
Napoleon's fingers moved slowly along the street on the map, and then stopped at a turning point in the street, and a little more heavily: "Here, I will arrange two cannons and twenty cavalry here. They turn , After running forward for such a while, he was suddenly shelled from behind...hehe."
　　 "Very well, Master Bonaparte, let's just do it!"
　　 After nightfall, Le Mans city quickly became quiet. Because of the approach of the war, Le Mans has imposed a curfew long ago. After nightfall, anyone has been banned from outdoor activities.
　　 When it was about one o'clock, there was a sudden sound of footsteps on the street, as well as the creaking of the wheels of a heavy-duty horse-drawn carriage over the stone road. Many residents facing the street were awakened by these sounds. They looked outside through the cracks in the windows and saw a group of soldiers holding torches running along the road.
　　 "What happened?" These people were thinking in their hearts, and at the same time they woke up their family members, ready to respond.
　　 Le Mans Mayor Constantine de Rene was awakened by the sound of the street outside. He just got up from the bed when he heard a loud noise outside. Then there was a dispute from the door, and then the door of his bedroom was hurriedly knocked.
　　 "Master, master, it is Commissioner Fouché. He took a group of soldiers and asked the master to go down with him to preside over the arrest of insurgents."
　　 René was taken aback, he was closer to the Brissots politically. A few days ago, the changes in Paris made him very frightened. Now that such a thing happened suddenly, he didn't know how to deal with it for a while.
　　 "Master, Commissioner Fouché is still waiting below." Seeing the master hadn't opened the door, the servant outside said again.
　　 "Ah, tell him, I'll get down after I change my clothes and let him wait a little bit." Rene woke up and said quickly.
　　 The servant went down. Rene got out of bed, and his wife quickly helped him get dressed.
　　 "Constantin, there will be nothing wrong, right?" the wife said.
　　 "Julie, don't worry, nothing will happen." Rene kissed his wife's forehead, opened the door, and went down the stairs.
　　 In the living room, he saw Fouché waiting there with a group of soldiers.
　　 "Mr. Mayor, I'm sorry to disturb you at this time." Foucher said, but no matter from the expression or the tone, he can't see or hear any embarrassment.
　　 "The situation is urgent. Some traitors want to launch a rebellion. We must act to stop them. Now please join me to the city hall to preside over the situation."
　　 "Ah...then here..." Rene said.
　　 "Mr. Mayor, I will leave a team of soldiers responsible for protecting your family. Now please come with me. Our time is very precious."
　　 Two people went out. As they walked out the door, there was a gunshot from there, and then there was a crackling shot.
　　 Rene was startled, but Fouché didn't seem to hear it at all. He opened the door of the carriage he had brought, and smiled and said, "Mr. Mayor, please get in the car. Don't worry, my coachman is very experienced. This car will not tip over."
　　 When the two arrived at the city hall, gunshots were already everywhere. Looking out from the window on the second floor of the city hall, you can see that flames are even rising from the west.
　　 "Over there, it's not over there..." Rene pointed to the west.
"Yes, those are some of the richest guys in the city. The French people have allowed them to live a good life, but they are not satisfied yet, and even delusional to trample the French people under their feet forever. So they just It's ridiculous to collude with the royal party, don't you think, Mr. Mayor? Rich people are always unreliable." Fouché still said in a calm and polite voice that scared René.
　　 "Mr. Committee member, do you have any evidence?" Rene said.
"There is some evidence, although it is not enough to constitute a complete chain of evidence, but it is enough to explain their suspiciousness. As for more evidence, there will be soon. And at this time..." Fouché smiled "Is there still need for evidence at a time like this? In order to protect the interests of the people of France, isn't it enough to have doubts?"
　　 "Aren't those people the people of France?" Rene asked courageously.
"Are they the people of France?" Fouché smiled, and slowly shook his head. "Mr. Mayor, you have a problem with your understanding of the word people. The revolution is for the people, and the so-called people should not It is understood as a class that possesses privileges due to wealth and enjoys all the joys in life and all social wealth. The people is the sum of all French citizens, but first of all, he defends the borders of our country with his life and uses his labor to feed the entire society The toiling masses. If our revolution only focuses on the wealth of a few hundred people, and allows 24 million people to fall into poverty, it is a political and moral atrocities-this is the greatest atrocities in the world! We! This atrocities must be corrected, and when necessary, revolutionary atrocities can be used to correct it. Do you understand? Now we are correcting this atrocities, with our own atrocities."
　　 seemed to be in line with Foucher's remarks, suddenly there was a rumble of cannons outside.
　　 "What's going on? Does the arrest require the use of cannons?" Rene's face was as white as a dead man.
"Don't you understand? This is not a capture, but a war, one class, a war against another class!" Fouché gave a scary smile, "In essence, the rich will never become a real revolution. They will never become a true republican! Because the foundation of a republic is the equality of citizens, and those rich people will always think of themselves as a special kind of people. No citizen should possess more than his own survival needs. If he is a true republican, he should donate the wealth to the country to fight against the enemies of the people."
Having said this, Fouché paused, and then said to Rene: "Mr. Mayor, do you understand what I mean now? You know, the rich are unreliable. Many of them have tried to possess A lot of money is in contact with our enemies. And the rich are also very clinging, they have a lot of connections. Even you have a lot of connections with Mr. Mayor. But now, you have to choose, It’s on our side and still on their side."
　　 At this time, there were a few more cannon sounds outside. It's just that the sound of the gun seems to be coming from another direction.
　　 "The rebellion has been smashed!" Fouché smiled and said ~EbookFREE.me~ I will go to interrogate the traitors myself in a while. These non-disciplined guys sometimes like nonsense-you must make a choice as soon as possible. "
　　 "I..." René was faltering, almost unsteady. He stretched out his hand and helped the table next to him to prevent himself from falling down like this. His face turned green for a while and reddened for a while, and finally, as if he had made up his mind, he raised his head and said to Fouché: "I am loyal to the republic."
　　 "Very good, I am glad to see you made the right choice." Foucher said with a gentle smile.
　　 Early the next morning, the city hall rang the bell and gathered the citizens who had been frightened all night. Fouché gave them an enthusiastic speech, and then on the Municipal Square, he erected His Majesty’s improved invention, chopped off more than a hundred noble heads, and made many families complete. Together.
Inspired by Fouché’s speech, led by Mayor René, a group of rich people loyal to the republic donated their excess wealth and helped Fouché to find out more of the rebels hiding in wealth. Using a small part of this wealth, Fouché quickly organized Le Mans' pantsless men and established a National Guard with a number of up to 5,000.
(Note: Foucher's remarks with a sickle taste were not planted to him by the author, but were directly published on his "Work Order" when he was a special commissioner to Nantes during the Revolution. Some texts may be a little bit different because of written language changed to spoken language, but the meaning has not changed.)
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