The Crescent of the Sultan

Louis XVI never thought that this day would come to him. If he fell into Roland's hands, at least he could still live in the Temple Tower.

Then Robespierre gave Louis XVI a feeling of extreme danger.

The king was keenly aware that this guy's speech in the Champ de Mars was not just talk, he really wanted to execute himself.

It was late at night, and Louis XVI suddenly felt a soreness in his nose when he looked at his family members who couldn't help but fall asleep due to exhaustion.

Since when did he fall to this point?

It started with the decision to fund the Americans; it started with him being forced to make concessions to the nobility; it started with the disastrous Three Estates Meeting; it started with that seemingly foolproof escape that was actually difficult to control.

Louis XVI looked at the moon outside the window. The other side's light seemed quite dim. The entire sky seemed to have no light. Ink-like dark clouds came over from the west bit by bit, blocking the entire sky.

The king withdrew his gaze, and the room became darker at this time. The light of the oil lamp and the fireplace could only illuminate a corner of the room.

Louis XVI put his palm on the crown prince's head. The little guy's temples were curly and felt very comfortable.

But how long can he touch it? Louis XVI raised his hand and put it down helplessly.

The king thought he could die, the queen could die, but the children should not be treated like this.

Louis XVI thought silently.

“If you can get out, you can send the children to Vienna. As the children’s uncle, Leopold II should take good care of them.

Even if the other party doesn't see this relationship, relying on the blood of the children and the Habsburg dynasty's desire to unify Germany for so many years.

He was also convinced that the other party wanted to help with the restoration, but the chance was so slim that he didn't even know where his family was being imprisoned. "

A few sporadic gunshots were heard in the distance, and Louis XVI knew that this was the Jacobin army fighting against Roland's major general named Napoleon Bonaparte.

The king couldn't help but sneer.

"It is said that France no longer needs a king, but you are still going crazy for this crown."

In the camp outside the city, Napoleon was talking to Roland.

"So, there's no way we can get into Paris, right? Bonaparte."

Roland had calmed down from his initial rage. He looked through the battle report handed over by Napoleon and asked casually.

“I’m sorry, Chairman Roland, Dumouriez arrived too quickly, and with the help of the mob in Paris, it’s not easy to win them down in Paris.

Unless we are reckless and directly bombard the city wall with artillery, but even then it will take time. "

Napoleon apologized slightly.

Roland was silent for a while. Instead of insulting Dumouriez, a traitor, he changed the topic and asked.

"What do you think of the proposals of Louis Mathieu and Jacques-Pierre Blanche, both of whom were among the leaders of the royalists? Bonaparte."

Napoleon thought for a moment and said.

"There is no need, Chairman Roland, our position is ultimately on the opposite side of the monarchy.

What's more, with our strength, we shouldn't be threatened in the first place.

Robespierre's behavior is already trampling on your face. "

The two of them talked in the camp for a while before ending.

When Napoleon walked out of the tent, the cold winter wind immediately dispelled the warmth from his body. He immediately breathed a sigh of relief, took a torch, and walked towards his tent.

On a high tower in Paris, under the dim sky, a bright light flashed past.

On the city wall at the Porte Saint-Martin, several soldiers on night watch had fallen limply to the ground. An officer led several men in black into a street in Paris.

In the Ottoman Embassy in Paris, Kalemani Pasha was explaining tonight's work tasks to his spies.

"According to the information I have received, there will be two waves of people in Paris tonight to snatch Louis XVI, and we are the third wave. As for the mission, we must make a picture to help rescue Louis XVI but not Just let him be rescued."

As Kalemani Pasha finished speaking, a group of spies began to take action.

Paris, which is almost completely plunged into darkness, is destined to find it difficult to calm down tonight.

There are shadows moving everywhere on the eaves, on the towers, and in the alleys.

Louis XVI completely underestimated him or the importance of his crown. It was not just the army that was moving for him, but everyone in the shadows was moving for him.

"Boss, there's almost no one around. How about we go in and sleep?"

At Louis XVI's guard station, a guard was yawning, and he asked his captain casually.

“George, you idiot, don’t let your guard down, there’s a big shot here.

If something happens to him, you can just wait to sleep for the rest of your life. "

The captain cursed in anger.

The scolded soldier returned to his post with an aggrieved look on his face, and the soldiers on patrol next to him burst into laughter.

Suddenly, a crossbow arrow shot through the air from a distance and hit the captain's throat. The captain who had just been teaching the soldiers fell to the ground. Blood and tears flowed out, quickly staining the floor beneath him red.

There were another bursts of groaning, and the soldiers in this area were treated the same as the captain.

Only the soldier named George, because he was napping, the crossbow arrow only grazed his scalp.

He suddenly woke up and saw the miserable condition of his former comrades. He shouted that the enemy was attacking and ran towards the depths of the courtyard.

Another cold light passed by, and the soldier suddenly fell to the ground.

Not long after, he stood up again. The corpse of his colleague tripped him down, allowing him to escape this fatal attack again.

Looking at the alerted guards, the royalist spies could no longer restrain their anger.

The man in black in front waved his hand and said.

"Failed to infiltrate, take action directly."

The shadows filed out and headed towards the courtyard.

Hiding in the tower, the spies belonging to Kalemani Pasha also moved out. They had to complete their mission.

There was constant fighting in the courtyard, and the royalists' spies were all good, and the guards seemed to be unable to resist them.

Louis XVI, who was sitting indoors, heard the fighting outside. He felt an uncontrollable trembling all over his body, and hurriedly went to the window with an oil lamp.

The royalist spies immediately spotted this light, and they headed towards the direction of the light.

At this time, the spy arranged here by Robespierre, who was supposed to stop the enemy, was entangled by Kalemani Pasha's men.

With the help of a strong accent from the Gironde province in southern France, the Ottoman spy was just about to tell the other side that he was Roland's man.

Blood flowers bloomed in the courtyard, which were thorns on the way to see the crown.

Please keep reading, there is another chapter to be posted later