MTL - The War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria’s Mandate of Heaven-v3 Chapter 40 Napoleon's funeral

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, the War Court and Lap Pillow, Austria's Mandate of Heaven

On December 15, 1840, Napoleon Bonaparte landed on the land of France again, and this time the French still welcomed his return very enthusiastically.

The streets are empty and the shops are closed. An old lady passed by, and she felt that Paris was like a tilted bottle of wine, poured on the city side.

The wind was biting, the sun was shining brightly, the mist was lingering, and the ditches were covered with ice.

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and patches of north wind pierced through the gaps.

At this time, on St. André Street, people seemed to be in a festive frenzy. If you pay attention, you can still see some poor poor workers in shabby clothes, standing shivering in the cold wind, but their faces are filled with excitement from the heart. They waved their arms wildly and shouted: "Your Majesty!".

The streets were lined with young women, gorgeous working girls, and playboys from the University of Paris. They were weaving through the crowd in groups, as if they were at a party.

The sky was dark, and the snowflakes were like white teardrops flying in the air, as if God was showing his mercy.

A heavy, rhythmic tapping sounded at the end of the street as thousands of spectators waited for the funeral procession to pass.

On the high stands on both sides of the street, those noble men and women were wrapped in scarves or scarves, huddled in fur coats with expressionless faces.

After a while, two rows of elite soldiers on tall horses and brightly armed appeared solemnly. They were the gendarmerie of the Seine, the vanguard of the funeral procession.

Immediately before people's eyes came the gorgeously dressed hussars and cuirassiers. The brass helmets and silver-white breastplates on their heads undoubtedly symbolized the glory of the past, as if time has returned to more than 20 years. forward.

Then came the generals on tall horses with dazzling ribbons and shining medals on their chests, accompanied by riflemen on their left and right.

Behind them is the infantry formation composed of military school students. Although their chests are blank, their heads are held higher than anyone else, because they are the best elites in the country's military schools.

Napoleon returned to his faithful Paris, and when the procession passed through the Arc de Triomphe, many tears were shed. He was greeted by the once loyal old guards, and now they were the "old" guards in the true sense.

Most of the veterans who participated in the Napoleonic Wars were over sixty years old at this time, and these old people who usually had to be supported when walking, now straightened their backs, just like when they were inspected by the emperor before going out.

It's just that the great man couldn't stand up again and lead them to fight in Europe.

The crowd of onlookers were whispering, because the person responsible for escorting Napoleon's body was the Prince of Joinville of the July Dynasty, and he looked very proud, as if he was a victor returning with a spoil of war.

This is obviously not what the Napoleonists want to see, but at this time, any radical action will be counterproductive, and even shame the reputation of "Napoleon", so they can only watch the July Dynasty squeeze that great man dry The last bit of value.

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Suddenly the snow in the sky became bigger, the dark sky set off the gloomy and cold weather even more, and everyone on both sides of the street became solemn and solemn at the same time.

Unknowingly, Prince Joinville also felt the pressure, and couldn't help but feel his throat tightened, and unconsciously pulled his collar outward with his hands so that he could breathe smoothly.

Louis-Philippe got up very early. He stood on the steps in the middle of the hall of the Invalides on the Seine River, looking at the dark crowd in front of him, and felt great pressure.

"Damn Napoleon, you are already dead, France is mine." Louis Philippe suppressed the anger in his heart.

Everyone thinks that Louis-Philippe is an incompetent and cowardly person, even a fool who can be bullied personally, whether he satirizes his painters, humiliates his Jews, compares him to the orthodox grocer, or laughs at him. Weak liberals thought this man would never lose his temper.

But in fact, Louis-Philippe has never been soft on those who covet his power.

When the hearse containing the remains of Napoleon arrived at the gate of the Invalides, Louis Philippe led the French civil and military officials to wait at the gate of honor. Everyone was covered with medals and ribbons. Countless journalists and writers employed by the French government , The painter is recording this historic moment.

Those gorgeous ribbons and expensive medals made of gold and silver looked dim in front of the 2,600 kilograms of military flags tied around the coffin.

These military flags are the spoils of Napoleon, and they also tell the glory of an era. Its name is "Napoleon".

Joinville is the son of Louis-Philippe, he dismounted to Louis-Philippe and gave a straight military salute, saying.

"I submit to you the remains of Emperor Napoleon by order of Louis-Philippe, Emperor of France."

Louis-Philippe swore solemnly, holding his head high.

"I accept him in the name of France!"

At this time, the atmosphere team, which had been prepared long ago, began to build momentum for Louis-Philippe, with thunderous applause, flowers and snowflakes flying in the sky together, the sound of cannons and fireworks explosions intertwined, full of a "joyful atmosphere".

Before the burial, Louis-Philippe deliberately asked everyone to look at Napoleon's body again. He hoped that the Bonapartists would give up their illusions when they saw the pile of rotten meat.

When the coffin was opened, those who came to see the last appearance of Emperor Napoleon were all stunned on the spot.

Louis-Philippe was very satisfied with the expressions of these people, seeing the disillusionment in their hearts. And when he looked back, the body was actually intact, as if he had just fallen asleep, which made him stagger and almost fell to the ground.

His mind went blank at the moment, he didn't know whether it was a conspiracy by Napoleon or a damned prank by the British~www.novelbuddy.com~ Louis-Philippe fled the Invalides in a panic, and told his most capable men to be sure Make sure that the Corsican can't get out of here.

The new spy chief, the Duke of Marshall, didn't know why, but still ordered the blockade of the Invalides, on the grounds that someone would destroy the remains.

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The next day, Louis-Philippe issued a series of unimaginable orders, that is, to seal Napoleon's coffin with two tons of brass, and then press a marble statue weighing 35 tons on it.

No one knew why, except for a terrified king, huddled in the duvet of the Duinles Palace.

I won't go into details about the reasons, so as not to talk about hydrology. The reason is that the arsenic content in Napoleon's body exceeded the standard.

At this time, Louis Bonaparte could not attend his uncle's funeral because he was singing "Tears Behind the Bar" in Arkham Prison while writing a book called "Eradication of Poverty".

Here, Louis Napoleon met many new friends, such as a clown who is both righteous and evil, the mysterious killer "Gu" from the East, and Frank Miller, a sheriff who advocates violence. We have to share everything together. The Bellera brothers, and Victor Hugo, who was imprisoned for satirizing the Church.

In France, the rumor that "Napoleon is still alive" is widely spread, but Napoleon's surviving brothers firmly deny this, and the Bonapartists can only look elsewhere.