Shadow of great britain

On the second floor of Kaido Sai Mansion, there is a small independent room. The air in the room seems to have frozen in time. Every ray of light, every ray of light, and every subtle echo amplifies the thoughts of loneliness and suffering.

Louis Bonaparte sat in a slightly old but still luxurious armchair. There was an old map spread out on the table in front of him. His fingers unconsciously wandered among the mountains and rivers on the map. , but no geographical outline can be reflected in the eyes, only the glory of the past and the difficulties of today are intertwined into a vague shadow.

The flame in the fireplace occasionally jumped, projecting the silhouette of his face. The outline was clear, but his inner emotions were elusive. Was it unwillingness? Accept it? Or is it a deep worry about an unknown fate?

Yes, he has a proud and powerful surname in Europe.

In the vague childhood memories, whenever this surname sounded in the sky over Paris, Bonaparte was always greeted with deafening cheers and countless hats thrown into the air.

When Sunday comes, when the Old Guards participating in the military parade walk through the avenue of Carrousel Square, the square always shouts "Long Live the Emperor" like a roar of mountains and tsunamis. Napoleon stands on the high platform, accompanying him. Next to him were two imperial marshals-Murat and Jean Lannes.

Napoleon would sometimes step off the stage and come to the center of the parade to talk cordially with the soldiers and officers.

He could find a few soldiers in the ranks of almost all legions who could name them. He called them by name seriously and knew which battle to talk to them about. After the parade is over, he will carefully inspect the soldiers' clothing, boots and even a needle used to clean the gunpowder holes.

The soldiers would also submit petitions to him at this time. Some hoped that the emperor could give the mothers of fallen comrades a pension, and some hoped that the government could adopt the soldiers' war orphans, or that they could redress unjust and false cases with a candid attitude.

The exciting music and the grand scene of neat marching were not only Napoleon's favorite, but also a day off pastime for many Paris citizens.

Military parades always attract a large crowd. All the windows of palaces and houses, all the windows of narrow streets and side corridors, were adorned with beauties. Onlookers crowded the roadside at the entrance and exit. They were noisy and unsatisfied.

There were many nymphomaniac rich ladies who would use telescopes during the two-hour military parade to observe every detail of the emperor's horse-riding review of the troops.

Although in the eyes of experts, Napoleon's riding style is close to that of a "butcher butchering pigs", in the diaries and publications of these ladies and ladies, they will always record it as "he has unparalleled grace, calmness and supreme majesty'.

Not only these ladies and ladies think so, but also the young Parisians who know how to ride horses.

Because after each military parade, the recruiting officer would find that more young Parisians who would rather pay someone to do military service on their behalf volunteered to join the army.

For this group of young people eager to make achievements, nothing is more exciting than the rag military flag embroidered with 'Golden Eagle and Golden Crown'. They are eager to share honors under the guidance of this flag.

There is no way, there is no more handsome uniform in the world than the parade uniform of the Old Guard. When they saw those handsome, tall soldiers in the front of the queue enjoying the cheers of all Paris, they eagerly wanted to be among them. part of it.

Of course, not every soldier is so tall and handsome. In order to create a good external image, handsome and tall soldiers are arranged in the first row, while those who are lame, short, and crooked are hidden in the back row. At the back of the team.

[British satirical cartoon "A new farce is taking place in Paris, Napoleon's son, the King of Rome, is reviewing the soldiers\