If you can't, you have to agree. Andrew nodded in agreement.

The elegantly-behaved Speaker De Muran returned to the rostrum and shaved the little copper bell to stop the noise in the venue, while announcing that General Shanyue's self-statement began.

Lonely Andrew began to stand alone in the center of the podium, feeling a little nervous. Although the rally speeches have been experienced countless times for him, it is as common as usual. But this time is different from usual, because the audience in the audience is the elite of the revolutionary French elite, and of course there is also a lot of garbage in the garbage. Every word and action on the podium will affect his future and destiny. Although the members of the parliament were cheering Andrew just now, they did not cheer like this when they walked to the guillotine one day...

The brief thought was only a few seconds, but Andrew felt that it was a few days and nights, and the nervousness, anxiety and uneasiness still existed. If this was not going on, damn it, you should always say something. The Oriental gritted his teeth hard, raised his head, and looked at the members of the MPs ahead, and the masses on the heads of the MPs, but he couldn't see anyone's expression at all. His mood relaxed a little, he slightly raised his chest, slowly opened his fists, his lips stopped closing, and his throat began to make noises.

"Hello, citizens! During his lifetime, the Godfather's favorite thing was to go to the beach to look at Paris; the words he told the most were 'revolution, revolution'; and his greatest wish was to hope that his students would witness the revolution with their own eyes. Today, the old man's wish has come true, and Andrew can cheer for the great revolution in the palace of the imperial palace, hoping that his Godfather can see all this."

The simple and unpretentious opening won warm applause from the venue and also gave Andrew more confidence. After the speaker's ringtone, the hall that returned to peace once again rang its oriental melody.

"I am very happy, Zhao Kai, a pilgrim from the East, came to Paris to receive the baptism of revolution, to understand the true meaning of freedom, and to listen to the gospel of democracy. I am very happy, really happy.

The victory of the Battle of Toulon made many people praise Andrew, but I want to say, cheer, this is the credit of the people. Yes, it is the great people's power to promote freedom and democracy to return to the mountain port. Mara once said that the people's resolutions are always correct. I believe in this. Here, I will add a sentence that the National Convention elected by the people is the most just and selfless, and the parliament represents the interests of the people, so its resolutions are also correct.

From the moment I stepped into the land of France, my destiny was associated with the revolutionary France. Although Andrew was young, he had endless revolutionary passion. On the bloody flea hill, in the city of the mountain port, in the neighborhood of the capital Paris, on the podium of the National Convention, this fiery heart was jumping wildly. I wanted to shout loudly: Hi, comrades, you are not alone. Although all Europe is hostile to you, another foreign patriot wants to join the revolution. Please accept him."

A loud and urgent cry ended Andrew's brief speech.

The applause was still there, and the applause and cheers were stormy, "Accept, accept", and almost everyone present shouted the same slogan.

The discussion remained, and each faction expressed its own opinions in its respective positions.

"We love you, General!" This is the shout of the revolutionary masses upstairs.

"Well, my comrade General, please find an opportunity to invite General Andrew to the commune." This is Eber, asking Shaumet for help.

"Very good, after the meeting, you call citizen Andrew to my office. Just prepare lunch for us." This is Robespierre's ordering his brother, Robespierre Jr.

"Commissioner Balas, citizens of Dandong hope to see your disciples in the villa outside the country." This is Philippo's invitation.

"I don't know what this general likes, money or beauty?" This is the nouveau riche discussing with each other.

The royalists who were hiding among the MPs were also following the crowd and shouting "acceptance". The old duke standing in the corner upstairs cursed in his heart: "In the name of revolution, he plays the role of a butcher, does despicable things, and does shameless things!"

The ringtone was still, and the ringtone of the president of the parliament finally rang again. After a few minutes, the MPs returned to order, the masses stopped shouting, and everything was waiting for the speaker to speak.

"Cough, cough." De Muran, who wanted to say a few words, made the calmed venue full of mosquito-like "buzzing" sounds again because of a few dry coughs. It was everyone venting their dissatisfaction with nonsense.

Ring the bell, ring the bell, and then ring the bell. Before the noise subsided, Speaker De Muran announced directly that the members of the parliament were free to ask questions to Andrew citizens.

"Hey, General Andrew. Oh, no, you should be Comrade Andrew!" Someone on the top of the mountain on the left made a hoarse voice; "Please help explain what revolution is!"

What is revolution?! Damn it, which guy asked this bastard question? Andrew, who was questioning, encountered a difficult problem at the beginning. He wanted to try hard to see who was the person asking, but he was still disappointed. The light in the audience was still very dark, and he only knew it was coming from the next to the Big Three.

"My comrade, Andrew believes that revolution is destruction, she suppresses all enemies who resist the revolution; revolution is rebirth, she allows all oppressed people to gain freedom; revolution is also plunder, she is asking the rulers for the principal and the benefits she owed; revolution is also obtaining, she can give the revolutionaries everything they want." Andrew's answer took into account the interests of all factions, and from the reaction, everyone was very satisfied, and even the mentor Barras was ashamed of being as thick-skinned as the students in the audience.

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"Citizen Andrew, what do you like? Of course, it is a choice that is beyond the revolution." The question was a middle-level force, one of the Plain factions. After arguing with his companions, he was encouraged to stand up and speak as a representative of the interest group. It was really hard for the fat guy to grow a thin throat and make such a beautiful sound. His subtext was very clear: General, what do you like, we will send something over another day. Shameless, this is everyone's comment to the questioner.

"I love to enjoy!" Andrew's answer surprised everyone.

When was the simple-style general of the mountain instilled with the ideas of the nobles? This was the idea of ​​the poor (Eberts, Equals and Angry). They were very annoyed and began to put the blame on Balas;

Someone on the left began to show a disdainful look. Relaxation and enjoyment, but that's it! This is what the Big Three thinks.

Haha, I like it! The swamps immediately showed joy. If it weren't for the venue, they would have come forward to hug the cute comrades.

The fellow Taoist, the follower of Dandong! The Tolerance Sect also secretly celebrated, thinking about how to further win over the relationship between them.

The royalists falsely catered to the views within the region in their own positions.

Only Barras, Fred and others knew in their hearts that the cunning Andrew was about to make a statement. Looking at the members of the parliamentary with different facial expressions, they all said to themselves: Poor monkeys, you are going to be fooled by the liar again.
Chapter completed!