Make France Great Again Chapter 124

General Reigno left the Palace of Bonaparte with Major Edgar Ney.

In order to prevent the Prince Cono living in the Palace of Bonaparte from being unnecessarily disturbed, General Regnault specially sent a team around the Palace of Bonaparte to protect the security of the Palace of Bonaparte and Prince Cono.

Since it was the information from Prince Kono, then of course General Reynio chose to believe it without hesitation.

After thinking about it for a long time, General Reño on the horse turned to look at Edgar Ney, who was also riding beside him, and said, "Did you know the news of Prince Cono early on?"

Edgar Ney shook his head with a wry smile and said, "If I knew that Prince Cono was in the city, why wouldn't I stop you from firing at the city!"

Edgar Ney looked back at the Palace of Bonaparte under the setting sun with a lingering fear, and said in a low voice, "This is the residence of the Empress Dowager, two generations of Prince Cono! Have you ever lived here!"

After listening to Edgar Ney's remarks, a strong-willed person like General Regnio couldn't help but feel a chill, and his body shivered.

Fortunately, Piazza Venezia did not become the target of artillery bombardment when bombarding Rome.

Otherwise, General Reño really does not know how to explain the Bonaparte Palace to His Excellency the President.

With this in mind, General Reño made up his mind to drive Garibaldi and the others out of the inner city.

If the trouble continues, there may be a big mess.

"Pass my order, and the troops will shrink immediately! We must force Garibaldi to break through the gate of St. John!" General Reigno solemnly gave the order.

"Yes!" Edgar Ney, who received the order, quickly moved his horse to convey General Reynio's order.

Just when General Reigno was determined to completely expel Garibaldi from the inner city of Rome, Prince Cono and his son Lucien in the Palace of Bonaparte were about to have a heart-to-heart relationship between father and son.

At this moment, Charles Bonaparte, Prince of Conor, was standing by the window, gazing at the gradually falling sunset.

"dong dong dong"

The crisp and rhythmic knock on the door reached Prince Kono, who said flatly, "Come in!"

The door of the study opened slowly, and Lucian entered the study.

"Are they gone?" Prince Cono, who turned his back to Lucien, said in a flat tone.

"Let's go!" Lucien responded, adding: "Now the French army has occupied the entire inner city!"

"Yeah!" Prince Kono sighed with emotion. He turned around and patted Lucien's shoulder and said in a kind tone: "You have to go on your own for the future!"

Prince Cono's words made Lucien stunned. He didn't understand what his father meant: "Father, what I said is that the army of the French Republic has occupied the whole of Rome!"

"I know!" Prince Kono nodded in response.

"Then why are you leaving?" Lucien asked in confusion: "They came to Rome on the orders of Uncle Jerome. Even if you joined the Roman Republic, they would not expel you!"

"Alas!" Prince Cono sighed and sighed: "The French army may not expel me, but the Pope, his bishops and the nobles who have fled from Rome will definitely not let me go. After the Pope is reset, he may not embarrass me in the face of your uncle, but they will definitely expel me! By that time, not only will I be exiled, but even you may be at risk of being exiled!"

"Then let's go together!" Lucien said to Prince Cono: "Let's leave Rome together, Britain, France, and America can go anywhere!"

"No!" Prince Cono said to Lucien sternly: "I will leave Rome with your mother, and you will continue to stay in Rome alone! As long as I leave, the Pope and the others will not only embarrass you, but also For the sake of your uncle, you get promoted fast! Haven't you always dreamed of being a cardinal like your great-uncle and grandfather?"

"I..." Lucien, who always wanted to escape from his father on weekdays, really did not want to be separated from his parents when he was separated. He stuck his neck and said, "I don't care! I will be with you!"

"What a bastard!" Prince Kono blew his beard and stared and said in a more stern tone: "What exactly did I do this for? It's not for the future of you and your brother!"

"You're doing this just for yourself!" Lucian retorted loudly, "You could have avoided it, but you still went in without hesitation!"

Lucian's words were like a sharp knife, peeling off Prince Kono's firm exterior, revealing his unwilling heart.

After the news of Jerome Bonaparte as the President of the French Republic spread to Rome through France, Prince Cono's ambition was also awakened with the success of Jerome Bonaparte.

Activated by the desire for politics in the blood of Bonaparte, Prince Conor began to "make waves" in this papal state without a pope.

The success of Jérôme Bonaparte led him to blindly believe that he too must be able to achieve fame like his cousin.

At that time, his cousin will be the president of the French Republic, and he will also become the president of the Roman Republic and even the Italian Republic.

Every time he thinks of this, Prince Kono can't stop being excited.

Under the special promotion of Prince Kono, his popularity gradually increased.

There were even rumors that Prince Cono should be in power in some areas of Rome.

The dream of becoming the ruler of Rome lasted from December to January, until the arrival of Mazzini and others completely shattered Prince Cono's dream.

The Roman Republic was established, and the ruling trio headed by Mazzini was established.

In order to appease the emotions of Prince Cono, and also to take care of the relationship between the Roman Republic and the French Republic, Mazzini handed over the position of Minister of Education to Prince Cono.

The huge gap in the heart made Prince Kono unhappy all day long. The Ministry of Education could not see Prince Kono at all, and Mazzini gradually forgot Prince Kono.

It was not until France landed in the port of Civitavecchia and appeared on the outskirts of the Roman Republic that he remembered Prince Cono. He hurriedly invited Prince Cono over and asked him to write to Jerome Bonaparte, hoping that France would The Republic and the Roman Republic can join hands to fight for the cause of national liberation.

Looking at the passionate Mazzini, Prince Cono was even more convinced that the guy in front of him was just a "god stick" in the uniform of Italy, and he immediately resigned to Mazzini.

After a few seconds of silence, Mazzini agreed to Prince Kono's resignation.

Prince Cono, who had withdrawn from the Roman Republic, returned to the Palace of Bonaparte until the French Republic entered the inner city.

"I... I am an irresponsible father!" Prince Kono said in a low tone: "I do my duty as a father!"

"No! Father, you have paved a path for my brother and me!" Lucien comforted Prince Cono: "My brother will inherit the title of Prince Cono, and I will become the cardinal of Rome! Such an arrangement It's enough!"

"Really!" Prince Kono raised his head with a hint of earnestness in his eyes, hoping to be recognized.

"Yeah!" Lucian nodded and responded, "Our whole life has been envied by many people, and all of this is due to your credit!"

Prince Cono showed a wry smile, of course he understood that this was Lucien's comfort, and his so-called credit was just an embellishment under Bonaparte's halo.

"Ugh!"

As night fell, a round of bright moonlight and stars dotted the dark sky.

Under the clear water-like moonlight, a small team wearing red cedars and tall hats decorated with black feathers quietly walked through the streets of the inner city of Rome. They were Garibaldi's personal guard, and the bearded middle-aged man at the front of the team was Garibaldi.

The detachment arrived at the church of St. Lateran, where it was gathered, without encountering any attack. Garibaldi took out his pocket watch and waited for the arrival of the scheduled time.

The veterans with muskets in the squad watched the surrounding movements vigilantly for fear of a sudden attack. The recruits who had only experienced one or two battles and had not yet left their childish hands trembled, and kept swallowing their own saliva to connect to the depths of their hearts. of tension.

As time passed, more than 20 small teams arrived one after another, and Garibaldi's troops changed from more than 200 to a huge team of 4,000.

The quiet environment made Garibaldi smell an unusual breath. Years of war have made Garibaldi develop a vigilant instinct for war. He frowned and thought carefully.

The black wife standing beside him looked at Garibaldi puzzled and asked in Spanish, "What's wrong? Shouldn't we break through?"

"I always feel that something is wrong there! Don't you think the current environment seems too quiet?" Garibaldi also responded in French.

"It's a little quiet!" The black wife nodded and urged, "But we're running out of time!"

Yes! Time is running out for Garibaldi now!

Now that he has come to the Lateran Church, it is absolutely impossible to continue to change the plan.

To know that the French "bandit army" is in Rome, they must break out of the outer city to fight guerrillas with them as soon as possible!

"The original plan remains unchanged!" Garibaldi ordered.

The troops moved quickly, and it didn't take long for them to come to the vicinity of St. John's Gate.

The team responsible for guarding the Porte Saint-John received early notice from General Reno that, after two encounters with Garibaldi's army, the French army was "defeated".

The hasty withdrawal of the French army once again aroused Garibaldi's alertness, but this alertness was soon interrupted by the urging of his wife.

"Quick! Go!" Garibaldi rushed out of the inner city to the periphery.

As long as you get here, everything will be fine!

Garibaldi, who rushed out of the inner city, showed a happy smile.

However, Garibaldi's smile did not last long. A cannonball flew to the center of the team and exploded, followed by a murderous voice from the surrounding area: "Kill!"

Only then did Garibaldi understand that he might have jumped out of the encirclement carefully designed by the French army.

Garibaldi, who had no time to think about who was betrayed, led the crowd to break through.

In the face of the mighty French army, Garibaldi and his volunteers showed a good will to fight, but the newly established army was outnumbered and defeated in terms of combat skills, weapon level and force comparison~www.mtlnovel.com ~The battle continued until about 3:00 in the morning, Edgar Ney, covered in enemy blood, reported to Reynio: "Report Commander, this time we killed a total of 2,700 people, captured 1,000 people, and the rest 300 people broke through the siege and fled around, our troops are pursuing!"

"Where's Garibaldi? Has he been captured!" General Reigno asked Edgar Ney.

Edgar Ney glanced around, and after confirming that there was no one else around, he whispered to General Reno: "I have followed your instructions to open a way for Garibaldi, can he escape successfully? It's up to him!"

General Reño showed an approving look. For the French army that was about to be stationed in Rome for a long time, a living Garibaldi was more useful than a dead Garibaldi.

In layman's terms, France's current behavior is called self-respect for pirates.

"And please write to your Excellency immediately that we have occupied Rome!"

Chapter end