French Empire: But Napoleon IV

Chapter 98: Activating Super 007, Drema Takes Action

Chapter 99: Activating Super 007, Drema Takes Action (Seeking first subscription, collection, and continued reading)

When Trochet learned that the 6th Cavalry Division had bypassed the Saint Martin Gate and was advancing towards the city center, the alarmed President of the Republic had to once again transfer 3000 soldiers from the Tuileries Palace front to the eastern districts to intercept them.

However, this left the Republican forces attacking the Tuileries Palace with fewer than 1.5 men, and the momentum of the attack was completely weakened.

If the number of players decreases further, it will be hard to say who will be the attacker.

From the rooftop of the main building of the Tuileries Palace, Pietre, Eugène, and others could clearly see the eastern and northern blocks, the thick smoke rising from them, and the gunshots reaching their ears.

Holding up his binoculars, Eugène turned his gaze back to the Republican army under Troch's command. After confirming that the enemy's numbers had been significantly reduced, Eugène, who had been tense all night, finally couldn't hold back any longer, and a bright smile appeared on his lips.

The plot did not deviate too much from its intended course; all these developments were within his vision as the director.

"General Morrel has done a good job. Now, the main force of the Republican Army has been drawn to the city gates and the eastern districts by two cavalry divisions, leaving the city of Paris with few troops."

We've reached the final step. I've gone through all this in the hope of minimizing bloodshed, not wanting a head-on clash that results in rivers of blood.

Arresting Gan Bida and his associates in advance is unrealistic; it would only further escalate tensions in Paris.

As for the assassination, given the current situation, the people of Paris are not fools; they will inevitably pin the blame on Bonaparte.

Moreover, Eugène was not entirely aware of which high-ranking officials within the government and throughout Paris were truly aligned with the Republic; history books would not record such details.

Therefore, after much deliberation, Eugène, who felt that this was the best solution, turned to Royal beside him and gave him an order.

"You can send a signal now. Tell him the time has come."

Captain Royal, having received instructions from Eugène and knowing that the farcical Republican uprising orchestrated by Eugène was nearing its end, was now in full swing.

Without a doubt, Royal looked directly at the cannons set up to the side. The artillerymen there noticed Royal's gaze and immediately inserted a signal flare into the muzzle of the cannon.

Signal guns, such a convenient device, only began to appear on the world stage in the 20th century. At this time, there is not a trace of signal guns.

However, while a signal gun has no shadow, a signal flare is different. Both the Prussian and French armies could use artillery to transmit more information to their allies.

Once everything was ready, the 12-pound Napoleon cannon fired a red signal flare directly into the sky from the rooftop.

A red signal flare traced a graceful arc across the inky black night sky before exploding into a dazzling red flower.

This red flower is naturally the signal to close the net, and the recipient of the signal is none other than Eugène's super 007, former Paris Gendarmerie Commander Drema.

The atmosphere at the Prime Minister's Office today is completely different from the wonderful atmosphere just hours before when they were big winners, enjoying the fruits of their victory.

Several hours later, the Prime Minister's Office had returned to the chaotic state it had been in during the Montauban era.

Because Troch had transferred most of his troops to the Tuileries Palace and the city gates, only about 400 elderly, weak, sick and disabled people remained at the Prime Minister's Office. These people formed the National Guard and were responsible for guarding the Prime Minister's Office.

At this moment, these elderly, weak, sick, and disabled guards could not possibly stand guard with peace of mind. If they had that kind of military discipline, they would not be staying at the Prime Minister's Office.

Therefore, these people gathered in twos and threes, and the topic of their discussion was none other than the situation at the front.

"Have you heard? The Imperial cavalry has broken through the Saint-Denis Gate and is about to attack."

"Not only that, I've heard that the Empire has another cavalry force that has already circled around to the east of Paris and will reach us even faster than the Imperial cavalry at the Porte de Saint-Denis."

"We're doomed, we definitely can't beat them. If Bonaparte comes back, we'll all be shot."

"If I had known, I wouldn't have participated in this revolution. Wouldn't it have been better to live a peaceful life? Now look what's happened—I haven't made any money, and I'm almost dead."

"No way, that prince is quite kind; I received one before..."

"...Ha, what have we done? His Highness fed us bread, and now we oppose His Highness and expect His Highness to forgive us."

Several soldiers huddled together, their complaints never ceasing, and as they chatted, they suddenly remembered the kind-hearted Crown Prince.

Ultimately, these people didn't realize they were wrong; they just felt they were going to die.

However, this was exactly the result Eugène wanted. Of course, he couldn't kill all the Parisians who participated in the uprising, since he wasn't a bad person. Besides, if he killed them all, his own rule would be destroyed, and no one would be left to fight Prussia.

Eugène Fattening the bread was a way to control the scale of the uprising while also making good use of the Parisians' sense of guilt after the war. If used well, it could actually solidify his rule.

However, just as these soldiers were discussing and feeling uneasy, the streets, which had been quiet for a long time since the last batch of self-defense troops were transferred away, started to make noise again.

Compared to the noisy sounds when the Self-Defense Forces moved around before, the footsteps that came this time were quite uniform.

Despite their worries, the soldiers, driven by curiosity, looked up in the direction from which the footsteps were coming, since they had received information that the Empire had not yet reached this area.

On the other side of the street, Drema, dressed in a crisp military police colonel's uniform with a sword at his waist, walked at the head of the procession.

Behind him were 1200 fully armed Paris gendarmes, along with 1300 police officers recruited from the city hall, telegraph office, and the Bank of France. These 2500 men marched in orderly formation toward the Prime Minister's residence.

"It's Commander Drema."

Drema had made quite a few appearances tonight, so one of the guards easily recognized him. Seeing that he had brought so many people with him, the guard assumed that something was wrong.

The guards were even somewhat relieved, as the troops seemed to be of high quality.

Perhaps, just perhaps they really could win, then they wouldn't have to face that benevolent prince.

"Great! Commander Drema has come to our aid. There is hope on the front lines."

With Drema's arrival, hope was restored, and peace was restored in Paris.

The guards, who had been holding their guns up in a defensive posture, relaxed and lowered their weapons when they saw that it was an important figure from their side.

After all, in the eyes of all the rebels today, Drema is a great hero of the Republican Party, the one who led them to overthrow the empire. He must have returned from the front lines to protect the Prime Minister's office, or to handle some matters and rush to the front lines to put out the fire.

However, Drema's entourage suddenly stopped after reaching the entrance of the Prime Minister's office.

Drema's words, however, froze the smiles on everyone's faces, leaving them with expressions of disbelief.

"Everyone, drop your weapons, put your hands behind your heads, and squat on the ground. Anyone who resists will be shot."

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