Headquarters of the headquarters of the Toulon Legion, Free France.

"You look at this letter from Nelson to me and want to change the content again. To put it bluntly, it is just forgery. It will describe how General Nelson colluded with me because of jealousy and other things, and jointly framed the coalition forces and General Ohara. Of course, the tone should be tactful. Well, no, Nelson from a pirate family is not so complicated, you should take it yourself. The only requirement is to make the fool Ohara believe that his defeat and Toulon's loss came from Nelson's shameless betrayal. Don't look at me like this, it's not me.

I think about it because my English level is far less good than French. This shameful task can only be planned and implemented between you and me, and you have no choice but to graduate from the same military academy. After writing it, I will spread it everywhere. After you return to the military captive camp, you will also reveal the content to Viscount Ohara and other coalition officers. I believe that the British nobles must impeach the poor general in the upper court, and then I will no longer be afraid of this sea overlord." Looking at Wang Jiye, I and I expressed my thoughts.

"General, no, my comrade, I'm blunt, is this plan too despicable? And whether it can be realized is also a problem." Wang Jiye, who had a suspicious face, looked at me, feeling a little unhappy.

"Okay, let me talk about the latter question first. Yes, it is very good. A discerning person can easily see through this forged letter. Even in Britain, few people can fully believe its authenticity, but some people doubt it is enough. You must know that the British army suffered a great loss this time. Hehe, I almost made dumplings by me, and the coalition forces were not much better. A few generals led the team and lost Toulon. The last ace of France in the fight against the revolution, the only one who escaped was Nelson and his Mediterranean Fleet. Even if I didn't attack, because of the defeat, the interests of Britain and his allies were damaged and they had no face. The generals must be held accountable. Unfortunately, Nelson was a pirate (Note: the British Fleet was at that time.

There are not many senior generals who are not from pirate families), Ohara is a noble family, and the latter's family is very powerful. The noble MPs who are allies must question the Admiralty. The letters that are to be forged turn the question into ultimatums and condemnations. It is the fuse and will ignite the medicine barrels between the noble MPs and civilian generals. Now Britain is a bit too united, which is not conducive to the French revolution and my development. I hope to use this to provoke it. As for the authenticity of the letter itself, it is not important, it is important that someone is spreading it. There is an idiom in China that everyone talks about gold and destroys bones. In addition, I also give you a German motto, and repeating the lie thousands of times is the truth.

Besides, despicable, yes, the whole plan is indeed despicable, but it will be very effective. If everything goes well, there will be no terrifying fleet commanded by Nelson on the Mediterranean sea. What's more interesting is that the whole process does not consume a soldier or a soldier, but only let the British bite their own dogs. We watch it on the wall, why not do it?" I suppressed the interruption that my compatriots wanted, signaled him to sit down, and continued to say, "Besides, your former leader, General Nelson, is not meat on the chopping board, can be slaughtered. I will not talk about his merits for the time being, the Admiralty and the Cabinet

Some senior officials in the city will also try their best to fight and speak for him. Weigh the trade-offs, the final result of Prime Minister Peter's ruling should be to transfer Nelson from the Mediterranean fleet, put them on the British coast to guard the local area or stay idle. In fact, in terms of personal feelings, I don't want him to die early. Only with such an excellent opponent can you have fun in a short life. There will definitely be a battle with him, but it is definitely not now, because the current French navy cannot resist the British fleet. After all, such a famous general who is not sacrificing on the battlefield will be a shame.

However, you, my compatriots. The stereotyped education of the British military academy has given you too many constraints. Please remember, my comrades, the revolution cannot be dependent on Ferbha. Those gentlemen's demeanor and knight's principles are all fucking. They never existed in Zhao Kai's dictionary and they never needed it. You also know how the Ming Dynasty was destroyed by the barbarians. It was this alienation plan. Huang Taiji used it to make the bastard Chongzhen destroy the Great Wall and kill Yuan Tushuai. From then on, no one from Liaodong to the entire Ming Dynasty could withstand the Iron Cavalry of the Qing Dynasty. It was simple, but it was very effective. It was comparable to the power of several legions.

Today will be the only single opportunity for you and me to meet within a few years. The reason why I say so much is to tell, no, to warn you, my comrades and brothers, to abandon all your personal honors and disgraces, morals and norms. There is only one belief in my heart: China's interests are above everything else, and it overrides anything. If you resolutely abandon your ancestral teachings, I am not ashamed to be a butcher, but I must never betray your motherland, that is, the future new China. Anyone who is over the line is the mortal enemy of the revolution. Even if one day, I, Zhao Kai, become an obstacle to the Chinese revolution, you should clear it without hesitation and never be ruthless. Do you understand?"

"Yes, my comrade!" Wang Jiye stood up excitedly when he heard my heartfelt words, and replied with a firm expression.

One hour later, Wang Jiye completed the forged letter, and I hugged him enthusiastically for the last time and improvised a standard ancient Roman military salute.

"In the name of revolution! Bless you all the way, my dear compatriots."

"In the name of revolution! The Chinese revolution is looking forward to your leadership." Wang Jiye solemnly replied the same greeting, then turned around and left.

Looking at his back as he left, I couldn't help feeling sad. When I came to France in this era, the only one who could really communicate with each other was my compatriots in front of me, and I could only bless myself secretly, and I didn't know what to meet again. My behavior and words and deeds would deeply change him who was burdened by him, but I knew that the most I had changed was myself.

I changed. I was originally carefree, and in a blink of an eye, I became the commander of the French Legion, leading my soldiers to victory after victory and honor after honor. I believe that the entire Legion will trust their commander-in-chief without reservation, even if they are allowed to rush towards the enemy's fortress with bare hands, because I am their flag of victory;

I changed, and my heart became my own character. I personally issued the order to massacre prisoners of war. I did not hesitate or feel at all. I watched the victims of the civil war struggle to death and cried for help without a chance, and chatted with the commissioners calmly. Maybe in two days, after Toulon surrendered, a new round of massacre will be staged in this harbor city, where more than 10,000 royalists left to him by Nelson;

I changed. I didn't know how to plot against others, but I could make many tricks. Even the idols of my previous life, Napoleon and Nelson, were among them. Because I lost my shame, everything was considered for the benefit. In fact, in the incident of instigating Duopu's resignation, I wanted to be the commander-in-chief of the Toulon Legion. Then I followed the situation and launched a mutiny in the name of revolution with the help of officers and soldiers. This was a big bet, but I won, and I won very thoroughly.

I have changed, and I can't even recognize myself, but I know that there is one thing I haven't changed and will never change, it's my love for my country. This is an eternal belief. No matter where I am or what difficulties and hardships I face, my commitment to myself will never change forever.

After ending the complicated thoughts, I finally returned to reality, calmed down my mood, and ordered the guards to send my own supper. It was another sleepless night.

The next morning, I prepared to walk out of the military tent and patrolled the camp. In fact, I was aimless and just wanted to take a walk in private, but I was still disappointed because there were officers and soldiers who kept cheering at me along the way. I had to keep a smile and wave frequently, but in the end, the increasingly crowded crowded completely hindered the direction of the move forward.

"Oh, brave soldiers, don't you want your commander-in-chief to walk?" I stopped helplessly and asked.

"Haha, haha." The soldiers felt a little embarrassed and just kept giggling.

"Okay, I don't blame you. Since you don't let the camp patrol, then you will talk with me and chat. Oh, don't be so bored. The warriors of Free France should be free and speak freely." I simply stopped walking forward, stood on a mound, and looked at everyone and said.

The soldiers surrounded each other for a while, and a second lieutenant with a bandage on his left shoulder spoke:

"General, I want to ask you for something," the injured lieutenant was a little restrained, but continued: "I am the lieutenant Chitman of the rifle battalion. The wounded in the battle of the valley plains is almost healed soon now. No, it has been cured, but the military officer still does not allow me to go to the battlefield. I want..."

"This is a serious problem. Let me think about it. Your military officer is Dr. Renek," nodded at the aggrieved soldier, and said with deep emotion: "I'm sorry, your commander is also within his jurisdiction, and I can't help."

"Ha, ha, ha..." The people around laughed and talked about the restraint they had just now, and they all started talking about the topic.

"General, the British fleet ran away. Will there be any battle next?"

"Of course, there are more than 10,000 people in the Royalist Party waiting for us to eliminate them."

…

"General, your command art is very clever. Can you tell me where you learned it?"

"Oh, that's my tribe. It's from a thousand years ago. The martial arts written by a great military strategist, my grandson was just learning the basics. If I don't enter the elegant hall, I can't say anything so good."

…

"General, I heard from the fellow villagers guarding the prisoner camp that the prisoners all call you a cunning fox in private."

"It's not a cunning fox, but a despicable fox, haha, don't say it so tactfully, I tell you, Sergeant, this is just the cowardice and ignorance of the enemy. Please remember that history has always been written by the winner."

…

"General, don't have a wife yet. My cousin in Marseille is pretty good. Can you introduce it to you?"

"General, the women in your country are all small feet, right?"

"General, can you cook oriental dishes? It is said to be delicious."

…

Damn, Damn, it has become a private topic. I feel overwhelmed. At this time, my savior has come.

A messenger was separated from the crowd and could not enter for a long time. In desperation, he shouted in his biggest roar: "Commander-in-Chief, Commander-in-Chief, have military information to report, and military information to report."

Hearing the military information, I quickly jumped off the mound. The onlookers immediately stopped talking and retreated one after another to flash a path. When I left the encirclement, I looked back at the disappointed soldiers and said, "Sorry, today can only end here. We will discuss the remaining issues together in Toulon."

After getting rid of the entanglement and taking the messenger, I hurried back to the tent, but found that it was the special envoy waiting for me.

"My general, this is the latest battle report of the legion. When the messenger sent it, you happened to be away. I'll read it first. You won't mind." Fred handed himself a briefing and said embarrassedly.

"I don't mind, don't mind," I muttered in my heart with insincere words, "Old bastard, you are too arrogant. After picking peaches, I also secretly dismantled my secret report. TMD, it's more annoying than the military supervisor. Oh, forget it, I'm afraid of you. Who said you are the special envoy of the National Guild in the Legion? I also expect you to help me speak nice things in Paris.

After reading the battle report, I was very normal because everything was as I expected.

After the British fleet evacuated Toulon, I sent surrendered officials to various fortresses and forts that the coalition forces were still guarding, and persuaded them to surrender, and ordered them to immediately put down their weapons, prepare to accept the resettlement, and ensure the safety of the lives of the coalition soldiers and their officers. If they still resist or ignore them three hours after receiving the ultimatum, they will be firmly eliminated without any mercy.

At noon today, basically all the coalition forces of the fortress and fortress were hanging white flags within the prescribed time limit. Only two of the fortresses guarded by French royalists had sporadic battles, but they were quickly eliminated. All the rebels were shot and shot on the spot based on the ultimatum. Now the entire outer fortifications of Toulon are occupied, and only the Harbour City continues to be besieged by the main force of the Legion, because I have not ordered strong attacks and surrenders.

"General, how are you going to recover Toulon?" After I read the battle report, the special commissioner asked impatiently.

"Citizen of the Commission, it's just easy to take down Toulon. I'm just worried that the rebels' struggle before dying will cause damage to the city and unnecessary casualties of the soldiers." After a pause, I asked back, "Do you think it's necessary to execute all the rebels?"

"Citizen Andrew is ruthless and never merciless. This is the highest instruction of the National Convention. You and I cannot violate it. You know, I have a good personal relationship with your teacher, the member of the Balas. He also repeatedly warned me before I took office as the Toulon Legion commissioner, asking me to supervise you. You must understand that there are many people in the National Convention and the Public Security Commission who do not like you very much. Even a little mistake will bring a catastrophe to yourself and your Legion."

Fred's earnest words touched me very much. He was warning himself not to be caught at all. The National Convention, controlled by the Mountaineer, has always hated any hostile force and sympathizers in the country. In Paris, Lyon, Marseille, and almost all French cities, there is a guillotine incident every day.

Yes, I do want to pardon the rebels. Although I am a little bit straited, I have not yet reached the point of wanton massacre of women and children. According to the information from the city, more than half of the 11,000 rebels are women and children. They are all royalists and sympathizers, and they are all unarmed people.

"General, don't hesitate anymore. I have already written a report to Paris and wait for Toulon to recover." Fred, who was standing beside him, kept urging him to make a decision quickly.

After weighing the pros and cons, I had been thinking about it for a long time and finally issued a massacre order again: the legion immediately attacked Toulon and eliminated all rebels, regardless of whether he or she carried weapons or surrendered.

This is a river of blood.

A blood river covered with countless corpses, filled with Toulon's streets and alleys.

Tonight, this bustling harbor city has lost its hustle and bustle, no lights, no figures, no joy, no laughter, no weekdays, except death, there is silence everywhere, death-like silence. The facades on the side of the road and the surrounding houses are closed, without any breath coming from inside, even if it is the crying of babies. Occasionally, a few muddy gunshots came from a distance, which were the soldiers of the Republicans who were chasing the fleeing royalists under the leadership of the commissioners.

A rapid sound of horse hooves came from outside the city, and it was the arrival of the commander-in-chief of the Toulon Legion and his cavalry team in the guard camp.

Accompanied by the guard camp, I entered the resurrected Toulon. Because there were too many corpses on the road and the thick plasma began to solidify. My mounts slipped continuously on the stone road and could not continue to move forward. I had to turn over and dismount and instead walk. Unlike before, the soldiers who won the victory no longer greeted their supreme commander, shouted "Ula" again, and did not have any expression of excitement. Instead, they all drooped their heads and were silent, and some were even crying. With the help of the torches illuminated by the guards in front, under the faint firelight, I noticed that the faces, clothes, bayonets, and military boots of my soldiers were covered with blood. The blood was not the enemy, not my own, but the compatriots, but only with different political views. Countless living lives fell at my gun and could never get up again.

Alas, one general's success was undone. I realized it, but the price was too high. Just today, when the attack order was issued, I stayed alone in the camp and did not go out because I knew clearly that what was about to happen was no longer a battle, but a bloody massacre. The Fred Commissioner still volunteered to go to the front line to supervise the battle.

When fully armed soldiers rushed into Toulon with bayonet rifles and muskets, they were surprised to find that this was a completely unguarded city, with no streets and roadblocks, no cries and struggles, and no bullets at them. There were only countless crowds standing on both sides of the street. No, those who were all protecting supporters and sympathizers of the royals. There were nobles and priests, officers and soldiers, as well as old men, women and children. The brims and clothes of their hats were hung with white ribbons symbolizing the royal family. They held hands, looked silent, and prepared to welcome the arrival of death without attachment.

"Everyone took off the white ribbon and retreated immediately!" The legion commissioner who was crowded in the front row shouted at the crowd.

But none of the people in front of him did as he asked, and still held hands and moved forward slowly. The old white-bearded man who was walking at the forefront of the team looked at the soldiers armed to their teeth and began to moan, no, he was singing.

"Listen to my order, everyone has it, aim and shoot." Fred was a little angry and ordered at * without hesitation.

"Commissioners, they have surrendered!" Next to Fred was Captain Shish, who and his soldiers did not have the heart to carry out the order.

"No mercy and never show mercy. This is the highest instruction of the National Convention. Fire!" The commissioner ordered again, with a firm will, and he would never allow any insurgents to stand before him alive.

"Commissioners, they have no weapons or resistance!"

“Yeah, there are a lot of women and children in it,”

"Telecomman, let them go."

…

Xiushi's subordinates also persuaded Fred, hoping that the commissioners could dispel the idea of ​​massacre innocent people. Killing the enemy with guns was a legitimate act, but in front of them were all unarmed innocent people, although there were many nobles and so-called treasons among them.

"Bastard, you forgot that this is the order of General Andrew, the commander-in-chief of the Legion. As long as you still love your commander, you should obey his orders unconditionally. For the last order, everyone will prepare, aim, and shoot!" After the commissioner issued the final order, he took out his short gun and pointed it at an old man who was still chanting in a low voice, and fired first.

With a "bang", the old man fell down, but his singing did not stop. Countless people behind him were singing to each other, from chanting in a low voice to singing, which was a sing of the teaching song that praised God.

There is no reason to reclaim the gun if it is loaded.

After the special commissioner's gunfire, the soldiers aimed at the target, closed their eyes for the first time, and turned on the trigger. Countless rifles and smoothbore guns shot at the crowd in a mess. After rows of gunfire, the happy lead bullets quickly penetrated into the flesh under the encouragement of death. People in the crowd with white ribbons kept falling in front of the soldiers. They still did not struggle, resist, and did not escape, and were still singing the hymn of God, but the sound became smaller and weaker and weaker.

As the soldiers advanced, the martyrs' bodies began to accumulate and blood began to gather into the stream...

The above description was heard from my adjutant on my way to Toulon.

Damn, the royalists actually used this method to resist themselves. To be honest, I really hope they can take up weapons and resist, instead of just standing and letting the soldiers slaughter, at least everyone will feel better. But this nameless counterattack is even more powerful. They use their bodies and singing to fight back against the massacres, making the officers feel guilty and the soldiers lose their fighting spirit.

I was angry, extremely angry. Seeing the soldiers who were still fighting spirit during the day, the morale of the soldiers has plummeted. I understand that it is the time for the commander to appear.

Taking into account the disgust and filth, I stepped on the river of blood and climbed straight up to the corpse platform built by hundreds of martyrs. Facing the soldiers, I said excitedly:

"Soldiers, warriors of Free France, you must be surprised why the merciful commander gave such cruel orders. Well, then I tell you that those who fall to the ground are garbage, rebellion, sinners of revolution. Only by completely eradicating them can the republic last forever, and only by cleanly eliminating them can freedom come.

Revolution is by no means sympathy or weakness, the meaning of revolution is to be ruthless and never show mercy. The results accumulated by countless corpses are the true meaning of revolution.

If we do not kill them, then the near future death will surely come to us and our loved ones. So, what you do is not massacre, but to clean up, clean up all enemies of the republic that resists freedom and democracy!

Can you be fooled by those who are lying at my feet, who want to commit suicide to attack the most loyal soldiers of the Republic?

No, no, never!
To be continued...