"mbers of the assembly, a tragic event occurred early this morning, a heart-wrenching incident of bloodshed!" Jero Bonaparte’s face showed an expression of anger and grief, as if genuinely lanting the coup that transpired early today. "However, it is sothing we have no choice but to face!"
Jero Bonaparte then shifted his tone to a firm one and said, "If we do not take action, the entire nation and country will fall into misfortune, and this unfortunate situation will worsen as ti passes until we reach an irretrievable point. Our great country, this exceptional nation, will fall into the mire!"
As he spoke, Jero Bonaparte’s mind flashed back to the Franco-Prussian War. Twenty years later, that war utterly shattered France’s proud sense of pride, the monarchy was completely erased from France, and the once-dominant first land army of Europe had to act at the whims of the Russian Empire.
"The National Assembly, which was supposed to be the pillar of order and morality and lead the French forward, has now turned into a breeding ground for a dreadful conspiracy group. Within this breeding ground, a terrifying monster is being nurtured. This monster does not make laws for the overall benefit but creates wars in an attempt to eliminate all competitors via civil war. They mock ideals, call incompetence reality, and the Republican Faction, Mountain Faction, and even parts of the Order Party have all beco components of this conspiracy beast..."
Jero Bonaparte’s tone grew increasingly fervent, and the Bonaparte Faction mbers were similarly stirred by Jero Bonaparte’s passionate speech, responding with thunderous applause, continuous and resounding.
After criticizing the Legislative Assembly, Jero Bonaparte continued, "Fortunately, the eyes of the French people are clear; they see this conspiracy beast, they fear the decline of France! Thus, they used their silent cries, their ballots, to push to this position! I must take responsibility for their will, for the entire future of France!"
Everyone held their breath, focused intently, awaiting Jero Bonaparte’s next words, as the crux of the Legislative Assembly session was about to be revealed.
"In the na of thirty million French people, as President of the Republic and the Republic’s Supre Military Commander, I declare:
1. The National Assembly is dissolved!
2. Universal suffrage is restored, and all French people can participate in the elections.
3. From December 14 to December 17 of this year, the French people will hold a citizens’ eting, and the Republic’s legislators must be successfully re-elected to maintain their status as legislators.
4. Martial law will be enforced in the Seine Province First Military District, with the duration to be determined based on the situation. During martial law, all entry and exit must be declared.
5. The Council of State is dissolved!"
Jero Bonaparte proclaid each point to the Bonaparte Faction mbers within the Legislative Assembly. All of their faces showed signs of happiness; they were not afraid of losing their status as legislators because, in the upcoming elections, they would run as "official candidates," and most of their competitors were unknown.
"Let the voting begin now!" Jero Bonaparte spoke once more.
All present mbers simultaneously raised their blue voting cards in agreent.
Jero Bonaparte nodded in satisfaction and said, "Very well! The entire National Assembly has approved! From now until December 14, the National Assembly will recess! I wish all mbers a pleasant holiday!"
Having said this, Jero Bonaparte bowed slightly to all the mbers present.
The mbers seated also stood up and responded to Jero Bonaparte with a thunderous round of applause.
From this mont, the National Assembly was completely dissolved, and over 120 mbers left the National Assembly in groups.
As the last person to leave the National Assembly, Jero Bonaparte gazed at the empty seats below, a smile of joy appearing at the corner of his mouth.
After two years of "combat" with the Legislative Assembly, he finally resolved the entity that made him feel nauseated.
"Let’s go!" Jero Bonaparte slowly rose from the Speaker’s seat and said to Valerovsky.
It wasn’t ti to fully declare victory yet. Only by capturing those who escaped in the night would this coup be considered a complete success.
Accompanied by Valerovsky, Jero Bonaparte left the Bourbon Palace.
At the entrance of the Bourbon Palace, Jero Bonaparte once again t with Conrobel and Leboeuf and issued the latest orders to Leboeuf.
"Brigadier General Leboeuf!" Jero Bonaparte looked sternly at the adjutant Leboeuf.
"Present!" Brigadier General Leboeuf imdiately responded.
"In the coming days, you will lead a regint of soldiers to guard the Bourbon Palace. Ensure that no one approaches it!" Jero Bonaparte instructed. "If anyone attempts to visit the assembly as a legislator, issue three warnings! If they are unwilling to leave after three warnings, then use the cannons to disperse them! I recall there are cannons at the Bourbon Palace, correct?" Jero Bonaparte turned his gaze to Conrobel.
"Yes, Your Majesty! Three 8-pound field guns!" Conrobel answered.
"Can we deploy seven 8-pound guns from the military to enhance the defenses around the Bourbon Palace?" Jero Bonaparte inquired of Conrobel in a commanding tone.
"Of course!" Conrobel replied promptly.
In the exchange between Jero Bonaparte and Conrobel, Brigadier General Leboeuf was granted the authority to use artillery.
At this mont, Brigadier General Leboeuf hoped that the mbers would retreat in the face of difficulties; using cannons would lead to unprecedented disaster.
"Yes!" Brigadier General Leboeuf could only accept Jero Bonaparte’s suggestion with a heavy heart.
With Conrobel and Valerovsky accompanying him, Jero Bonaparte arrived at the Ministry of War.
Looking at the busy mbers of the Ministry of War, Jero Bonaparte smiled.
It was precisely because of the efforts of these mbers of the Ministry of War that he was able to smoothly dissolve the National Assembly.
Under the lead of Secretary of State Benjamin Clenceau, Jero Bonaparte arrived at the Minister’s office.
[Benjamin Clenceau had accepted the fact of the coup d’état.]
"Minister Saint Arno, thank you for your hard work!" Jero Bonaparte shook hands with Saint Arno.
"Nothing at all!" Saint Arno responded humbly.
The two of them ca to a map, marked densely with the garrison locations of the Paris First Division.
"Your Majesty, our troops are primarily stationed here... here... and here!" Minister Saint Arno pointed to Saint-Germain District, Saint-Ono District, and Saint-Maso District respectively.
These three places are the power core of the entire France.
"And in the districts of Monte Mar, Saint-Denis, Saint Anthony, and Saint Martin, each has a battalion stationed! Such forces are really insufficient against the vast population!" Saint Arno explained to Jero Bonaparte.
"How many parliant mbers have not been detained now?" Jero Bonaparte asked Saint Arno.
"According to preliminary statistics, there are still about more than 40 mbers at large!" Saint Arno responded to Jero Bonaparte.
"More than 40 mbers!" Jero Bonaparte crossed his arms and thought carefully.
Having such a number of escaped mbers is indeed not insignificant, after pondering for a mont, Jero Bonaparte asked again: "Did you post a reward for these mbers’ photographs?"
"Yes, I did!" Saint Arno responded to Jero Bonaparte: "Each mber is worth 5,000 francs, with a reward of 1,000 francs for providing clues!"
"Directly increase it to 10,000 francs, with a reward of 3,000 francs for providing clues!" Jero Bonaparte told Saint Arno.
"Wouldn’t that be too much!" Saint Arno responded to Jero Bonaparte.
"Not at all!" Jero Bonaparte said with a smile: "We have already taken all of France, this amount of money is nothing more than a drop in the ocean for the entire France!"
"Alright! I will let soone handle it imdiately!" Saint Arno responded to Jero Bonaparte.
"By the way, you just said that a battalion is too little, what do you plan to do?" Jero Bonaparte asked Saint Arno about the solution.
"I plan to concentrate all the forces, then lure the enemy out of hiding!" Saint Arno shared his plan with Jero Bonaparte.
"Good! Execute it as you said!" Jero Bonaparte nodded and told Saint Arno.
At 3 PM on December 2, the troops of the Paris First Division began to contract.
Simultaneously with the contraction of the First Division’s forces, so mbers of the National Guard began to stir in small-scale disturbances in the Saint-Denis District.
So Left Wing mbers began to gather people for demonstrations.
Jero Bonaparte and others paid no attention to such demonstrations.
On December 3-4, under the joint action of the Left Wing and Right Wing mbers, they ford a small National Guard of only 40 people and announced the deposition of Jero Bonaparte as President.
Under the deliberate indulgence of Jero Bonaparte, the opposition’s movents gradually shifted towards the Bourbon Palace in the Saint-Germain District.
On December 5, the opposition arrived at the gates of the Bourbon Palace in the Saint-Germain District, protesting against Jero Bonaparte’s dictatorial actions, hoping to persuade the military to defect.
At 3 PM that day, Jero Bonaparte at the Elysee Palace announced the start of the closing action.
Thousands of soldiers began to surround the demonstration from all directions, making it a trap for the demonstrators.
"Down with Jero Bonaparte, long live the Republic!"
The demonstrators shouted for the Republic and condemned the military’s betrayal.
Under the orders of officers at all levels, the military charged at the demonstration.
Almost a thousand people in the demonstration were instantly broken up, and the fleeing mbers were all netted and detained in prison as well.
Thus, the coup d’état of December 2 ca to a successful conclusion.
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