Make France Great Again

"Isn't France afraid that the Austrian Empire will join the Russian Empire?"

The angry Richard Metternich blurted out. Within a few seconds, Richard Metternich felt a little regretful about what he had just done. He made a mistake that a diplomat cannot tolerate, which is to transfer his personal information to someone else. Emotions exert their influence on foreign policy.

His father, Prince Metternich, once told him that a person who is carried away by emotions will never become a true diplomat, because his unintentional words are likely to make a country apologize for his mistakes. And pay the bill.

Excellent diplomats need to keep a cool head at all times, and the current Richard Metternich obviously does not have this ability.

"Your Majesty, I..." Richard Metternich wanted to make up for the mistake he just made. When he looked at Jerome Bonaparte's pupils, from this pair of pupils, Richard Metternich saw the indifference that pierced his bones, just like looking at a miserable ant.

This feeling gave Richard Metternich the illusion that the Jerome Bonaparte he saw was no longer a person, but a god, the one who determined the fate of him and the more than 3,000 people in the Austrian Empire behind him. Thousands of lives exist.

I...I was so dizzy that I said that!

Richard Metternich couldn't help but feel extremely regretful. The saliva secreted due to nervousness filled his mouth, causing him to squirm and swallow the saliva. His white fingers and cheeks also secreted sweat stains due to excessive tension.

Time began to slow down in Richard Metternich's sensory organs. Although Richard Metternich was sitting on a chair, he felt that what he was sitting on was not a chair, but a volcano that was about to erupt. , the hot feeling coming from the seat cushion made Richard Metternich suffer every minute and every second!

It seemed as if N centuries had passed before the monarch Jérôme Bonaparte, who was sitting opposite Richard Metternich, slowly said: "Richard Metternich!"

"Your Majesty!" This time, Richard Metternich's tone contained a bit of pleading and humility. In this way, he was begging Jerome Bonaparte not to pursue his impolite behavior.

"I have every reason to interpret what you just said as the Austrian Empire's contempt for the French Empire, and thus declare war on you! Don't forget that there are still several bloody feuds between the Napoleon family and the Habsburg family! Do you think your joining Can the Russian Empire really defeat us?" Jerome Bonaparte said to Richard Metternich calmly, as if he was stating an established fact.

The "blood feud" mentioned by Jerome Bonaparte refers to the actions of Louis Napoleon's brothers in Italy and the "unexplained" death of the King of Rome in Vienna.

Each paragraph could give him a reason to destroy the Habsburg Kingdom.

"I...not..." The teeth in Richard Metternich's lips trembled slightly.

As Jerome Bonaparte said, the Napoleon family had thousands of reasons to go to war with the Austrian Empire.

The military strength of the Austrian Empire, which had experienced the Hungarian rebellion, was far inferior to that of France. The only thing Jerome Bonaparte feared was Radetzky living in Italy.

This 80-year-old man who once served as the Chief of General Staff of the Allied Forces is like a magic needle in the Austrian Empire.

Jérôme Bonaparte also had no confidence in completely defeating the old man. Furthermore, the Austrian Empire itself was also an important chess piece that he used to check the rising Kingdom of Prussia. He could knock it from time to time, but he was not willing to crowd in. Rule this chess piece.

While Richard Metternich was anxiously waiting for the "trial" of Jerome Bonaparte.

Jérôme Bonaparte softened his attitude a little, and then said: "I understand that you are not willing to break with the Russian Empire quickly! On this issue, I can give you a certain amount of time.

You have plenty of time to think before the French army reaches the Ottoman Empire!

Once the French army has completely taken root in the Ottoman Empire, I hope the Austrian Empire can tell me your thoughts.

Whether it is war or peace will be your own responsibility! However, I can tell you responsibly. If you choose to be an enemy of France, France will definitely defeat you mercilessly!

I will unite with all the rebel forces in your empire, unite with the Kingdom of Prussia and the Kingdom of Sardinia, and smash the land, wealth, and everything you have!

By then, the Austrian Empire will no longer exist in Central Europe! "

Facing Jerome Bonaparte's naked war threat, Richard Metternich's face turned even paler.

From the solemn look in Jerome Bonaparte's eyes, Richard Metternich was sure that what Jerome Bonaparte said was true. The French Empire was really capable of completely destroying the Austrian Empire.

"I will definitely advise our Majesty to have a better relationship with the French Empire! During my lifetime, I will definitely maintain the friendship between the French Empire and the Austrian Empire!" At this moment, Richard Metternich became a full-fledged pro-French member. He responded to Jérôme Bonaparte with a solemn expression.

"I hope that the French Empire and the Austrian Empire can move forward in the years to come! Besides, I personally don't want to see a country like the Austrian Empire destroyed!" Jerome Bonaparte showed a kind smile on his lips, and said To become more and more kind.

Gu Xie/span "I believe it too!" Richard Metternich quickly responded to Jerome Bonaparte.

Afterwards, Richard Metternich and Jérôme Bonaparte had a brief chat.

Escorted by Mokar, Richard Metternich left the Tuileries Palace as if he had survived a disaster.

That night, Richard Metternich returned to the embassy and told Ambassador Rothschild the situation.

Ordering Richard Metternich to go to the Tuileries Palace to inquire about the information, Ambassador Rothschild also showed a surprised expression. He gave Richard Metternich a thumbs up with a half-smile, as if he was Praising Richard Metternich's courage.

A bitter smile appeared on Richard Metternich's lips, and he immediately asked Ambassador Rothschild if he should write to the Austrian Empire to tell them what was happening now.

After obtaining the consent of Ambassador Rothschild, Richard Metternich lit a kerosene lamp, sat down at his desk and wrote a letter to Vienna about what happened in France, and at the end of the letter he added his own views on diplomacy. .

When Richard Metternich handed the written letter to Ambassador Rothschild for review, Ambassador Rothschild with a lazy expression said again after reading Richard Metternich's report. Praise him for being like a father.

It's just that Ambassador Rothschild's praise is so harsh in the ears of Richard Metternich now.

Later, Rothschild helped Richard Metternich send the letter back to Vienna by mail.

In this era, although the telegraph had been invented, all telegraphs were currently in the hands of the government. Richard Metternich could not guarantee that he would not be intercepted.

He could only send the letter to Vienna by the most primitive mail method.

There is a saying that the sky in August changes like a child's face. In the middle of the night after Richard Metternich finished writing the letter, dark clouds shrouded the entire sky of Paris.

After a while, the sound of lightning and thunder came from the clouds, as if there was a god named Zeus in the clouds. He was holding his own artifact and throwing thunder at Paris, hoping to use the thunder to crush the city's seven sects. crime.

After a while, the rain began to obey the influence of gravity in the laws of physics, and used all its strength to break away from the clouds and "collide" towards Paris below, as if they were going to use their bodies to wash away the sins of the city.

As time goes by, the rain becomes heavier and heavier, and the heavy rain hits the glass windows with a "pop" sound. The cold raindrops drip onto the even colder fence, splashing water, each time. After completing its mission, the water flower blends into the environment.

After about two hours, the rain gradually became lighter, and the hazy raindrops were as gentle as the spring breeze blowing on the face. The original rapid "melody" on the window lattice also became longer and longer.

Two hours passed again, and when the sky was just beginning to dawn, the dark clouds and rain disappeared, leaving only depressions on the cement streets, and a damp breath came from the air.

At 9 a.m., the originally quiet streets began to gradually become lively.

Newsboys wearing worn-out peaked caps walked around the streets holding various newspapers, shouting: "Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers! Who will sell newspapers! The new editions of "Bonaparte" and "Observer" ", "Diplomatic Daily"..."

The gentlemen coming and going on the road stopped amid the newsboy's cries.

"Do you want to buy a copy?" The newsboy who knew that he was doing business hurriedly came to the gentleman and asked the gentleman. He handed the newspaper to the gentleman and said: "I have "Bonaparte", "Observer" and "Constitution" here. …Which one do you want?”

"Then just pick up a newspaper!" The gentleman looked at the disheveled newsboy in front of him and said casually with compassion in his heart.

"Okay! Sir!" The newsboy hurriedly handed a newspaper called "Diplomatic Daily" to the gentleman.

"Huh? Why haven't I seen this newspaper before? Is it the latest one?" the gentleman looked at it doubtfully and asked.

"That's right, sir!" The newsboy nodded and responded to the gentleman, "Each portion only costs about 3 centimes!"

"Three centimes? It's indeed cheap enough!" The gentleman sighed with emotion, then turned over the newspaper to read the article.

The newsboy stood quietly waiting for the gentleman to pay.

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