Chapter 237 Secret Attack

Chapter 238 Secret Attack

The gang member stared fiercely at the church in the distance and shouted at the crowd: "Don't be fooled by those priests. Their food will only be distributed until tomorrow or the day after tomorrow at most. If we don't want to starve, we have to rely on ourselves!"

According to the requirements of their boss, the spy of the Duke of Orleans, they must incite a riot of at least 500 people today in order to receive wages.

But now, there are only a hundred or ten people gathered around them - there are people with evil intentions everywhere. Even if they have food to eat, these people still want to fish in the troubled waters of the nobles' homes. They have stolen a lot of property these days.

Until 5 p.m., the riot team had not gathered 200 people. The leader of the gang let the crowd disperse with curses and took his younger brother back to his residence.

When the shoe repairman across the street saw this, he immediately stood up and whispered: "Sir, they left."

"Sit down first." Pretending to be a customer, Prosper put on his boots calmly, waited for a moment, and then signaled to the dozen or so "citizens" standing or leaning around him, "Follow your goal."

Those people nodded without trace and followed some people in the rioting team from a distance.

Prospell took two men and followed the gang members personally.

According to the orders of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, this riot broke out quickly and spread extremely quickly. Someone must be instigating it behind the scenes.

The current core task of the Police Intelligence Department is to find the masterminds who instigated the riots. Personnel from the police intelligence services were already in place in all the southern provinces, and Prosper was personally in charge of Montpellier, where the commotion was the most violent.

The gang members entered a two-story building on the city's west side. Prospell walked around the house and saw that the front and back doors were guarded by minions, and he felt certain.

At two o'clock in the morning, Seba, the leader of the "Corpse" gang, was awakened from his sleep with a gun to his head.

"You, who are you?" He looked at Prosper and roared inwardly, "If you dare to mess with the Corpse Gang, you will regret it!"

"Nightfire Gang." Prospell spat out three words. These guys have a lot going for them, so he still needs some acting.

"Gangs in Adeg Town?" Seba was embarrassed, "This is not your territory!"

Prosper smiled: "I heard that you have made a fortune recently. To be honest, I want to do this business."

Although Seba was extremely reluctant, he finally revealed the address of the "big shot" under the threat of a pistol - which he learned by sending his younger brother to secretly follow the "big shot".

Prosper left and came back before dawn, announcing to the "Corpse" gang: "Now the business belongs to the Nightfire Gang, and the big shots only contact me. And you, each of you, get 2 livres a day, do you want to do it or not?" Dry?"

In fact, he just led the people from the Police Intelligence Department, with the cooperation of the secret police, to arrest two people in the hotel Saiba mentioned, and found thousands of livres and some riot plans from the room.

The two men have not confessed yet, but it is basically certain that they were controlling the riots in Montpellier.

Although Seba is dissatisfied with the halving of his "wage", it is still a good income.

So after the "Nightfire" gang promised not to encroach on the "Corpse" gang's territory, he reluctantly agreed.

Prosper then asked him to gather all the gang members to prepare for a big fight.

At the same time, similar scenes occurred in various southern French provinces.

The efficiency of the church is very good, at least more than that of the French bureaucracy. The priests carried bags of grain out of the cellars. The food shortage was soon alleviated and the hungry people dispersed.

The Police Intelligence Department also launched attacks in all directions.

After all, the spies kept privately by the Duke of Orleans were no match for the national intelligence agencies. Most of the people who organized the riots fell under the control of the Police Intelligence Service.

…

Northeast France.

Strasbourg.

Marshal Francois, who was also the Duke of Broglie, leaned back in his chair, looked out the window at the cypress trees under the scorching sun, and said in a soldier's unique old-fashioned tone: "So, the riots in the south have just subsided?"

His son, Charles-Louis Victor, hesitated for a moment and replied: "That's more or less the case, father. There are still riots in Foix, Béarne and other places. You know, even in good years in those places King, there are often some troubles."

In France's southern border provinces, separatist forces have always been active. In other poor and remote areas, even if the food shortage disappears, people there will still greedily rob wealthy households everywhere.

Marshal Francois nodded slowly: "Has anyone implemented the royal order?"

Louis Victor knew he was referring to the order to recall the officers: "Not yet, father, as far as I know. It is obvious that if you leave the station, you will lose everything."

The marshal sighed, but he was a little lucky. Fortunately, he was too old and his son was useless, so he didn't get involved in Marquis Luckner's affairs.

Although as a stakeholder, he still returned to his base to express his support for the military group, but at least he did not threaten the royal family, so there was still room for change.

He stared at the halo created by the sun in trance, and shook his head slightly after a while: "If this drags on, Marquis Luckner and the others will fall into the quagmire. Is the result already destined?"

Finally, decades of political experience helped him make a decision. He raised his head and said to his son: "Victor, get ready, let's go to Paris."

The latter was suddenly shocked: "You are going to betray..."

The marshal, who was over seventy years old, shook his head: "I am only loyal to His Majesty the King, and there is no betrayal. Oh, don't forget to write to the Palace of Versailles to report our decision."

…

January 24, 1789.

South-central France, Faure department.

It is already close to the Provence region, and less than 100 kilometers further south, you can reach Montpellier.

Wearing a brand new cavalry uniform, Joseph galloped past amid the cheers of the soldiers on the roadside, smiling and waving in response to the soldiers from time to time.

After the Battle of Tunisia, his riding skills improved significantly, and he developed calluses on his legs, which made him much more relaxed during the march. Although riding a horse was tiring, it was much easier than walking.

As for the carriage, in order to hide the whereabouts of the army, he chose remote roads. Riding in the carriage was tantamount to torture.

Thanks to the fact that more than one-third of the wooden track from Paris to Lyon has been laid, the Guards Corps' early marching speed was extremely fast, reaching 38 kilometers per day.

However, after the wooden track section ended, the speed dropped back to less than 30 kilometers, but it was still very fast.

The most pitiful one is the Mulan Army. Although they had trained with the Guards Corps in Tunisia for a while, their marching speed still could not keep up.

In order not to fall behind, Andre kept restricting the formation every day - this was the biggest obstacle to increasing the marching speed - almost shouting that his voice was hoarse.