My British Empire

  Chapter 435 The Fall of Paris

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  Bringing hundreds of people behind him, the Duke of Guise was covered with bloodstains. The high-grade silk coat did not make the Duke lose his aristocratic demeanor, but instead had a cold-blooded and majestic temperament.

   Especially the scars on his face, dotted with blood, making him look like a knight who just returned from a **** battle on the battlefield, not a marshal who slaughtered civilians.

   "Deng dong dong—" The sound of horseshoes galloping on the avenue, pedestrians and vendors on the road hurriedly hid on both sides, guessing which battlefield these cavalry came from.

   A few hours later, the Duke of Guise came to a separate courtyard belonging to the Guise family. It is located in the suburbs of Paris, with few people and fascinating scenery.

  As soon as he got off the horse, a servant took the horse to the stable, preparing to clean the old man’s dust and fill his stomach.

  The servants are very self-aware. In the eyes of the master, their lives are not as important as this horse.

  The other knights are served by attendants, and scrubbing is also a compulsory course for them.

   Ignoring the strange gazes from the servants, the Duke of Guise walked directly into the mansion.

   "Oh! My God, my lord, what happened? Please hurry up and change your clothes!" The butler was surprised when he saw the Duke of Guise's blood-stained appearance.

   "Come on, hurry up and get ready, the Duke wants to take a bath!"

  The butler who was walking towards him saw the Duke's appearance, his face tightened immediately, he suppressed the shock in his heart, and hurriedly ordered.

   "No, let someone invite my brother Charlie, I have something important to discuss with him! Quick—"

  The last sentence, the Duke of Guise stared into the butler's eyes and said loudly.

   "Yes, my lord!" The butler was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he realized that he quickly agreed and left quickly.

  Taking off his **** coat, the Duke of Guise put on a new dress under the service of the maid, but his face was still covered with haze, so that the maid beside him dared not speak loudly.

   "Dong dong dong!" There was a knock on the door.

   "What's the matter?" Duke Guise asked with a straight face.

   "My lord, His Excellency the Archbishop has arrived!" The butler's voice came from outside the door.

   "Okay!" His Excellency the Duke had a look of joy on his face, put on his leather boots, and hurried out.

   As soon as he looked away, he saw his younger brother Charles de Lorraine, His Excellency the Cardinal Archbishop of France, sitting on a chair, as if thinking about something.

  Different from the rough and strong Duke of Guise, Archbishop Charlie is a bit thin and looks like a scholar.

   "Charlie, you are finally here!" The Duke of Guise said loudly when he saw his younger brother.

   "My brother, what made you so flustered!" Bishop Charlie stood up, walked towards his brother, and frowned.

   "Why does your body smell like blood?"

"Just now I came across a small town where heresy ceremonies of the Huguenots were held, and Protestant prayers were held in disregard of the ban issued by His Majesty the King (Protestants are not allowed to hold prayers and other ceremonial activities in the Paris area), so in a fit of anger, I directly slaughtered That town, let my lord wash away the heresy!"

   Having said that, the Duke of Guise said indignantly, and then looked at his younger brother.

   "Since this is the case, the current situation will definitely get out of hand!" Bishop Charlie closed his eyes, digesting the exciting news.

   This massacre incident is the fuse!

   "Yes, those Huguenots will definitely not let it go, and the Queen Mother has always been inclined to them, so they are very likely to take the opportunity to carry out conspiracy, and even send troops directly!"

  Bishop Charlie opened his eyes, his eyes were deep and unfathomable, and his face was expressionless. He didn't mean to blame the Duke of Guise at all. Instead, he began to think about the consequences and analyzed calmly.

   "This is for sure, the group of Huguenots will definitely take advantage of the opportunity to make trouble, so we must act first! Send troops directly to pacify those Huguenot cities and drive away all Huguenot heresies!"

When it comes to conspiracy or something, the Duke of Guise may not be very good at it, but when it comes to fighting, he has never been afraid of anyone. Even the once mighty Charles V, he also fought with him. his instinct.

   "No, at this moment, the news may have spread, they must be prepared, and Paris is so far away from the south, it may not be easy to act first!"

   Bishop Charlie looked at his brother, shook his head, and vetoed.

   "What's more, my lord duke, how many troops can the two of us command at present?"

   "So, it's really troublesome!" The Duke of Guise muttered as he stroked the scar on his face.

  Although the voice was very low, Bishop Charlie could still hear it.

  The Bishop took a step back, sat on a chair, and meditated.

   After a while, the bishop suddenly looked happy, looked at the Duke of Guise, and asked eagerly:

   "How many troops does the family have near Paris?"

   "Here, about 2,000 people, if you add some mercenaries!" The Duke of Guise looked at his younger brother suspiciously and replied.

   "Francois, we use private soldiers to directly control Paris and control the King and Queen Mother in the palace!"

   Fearing that the Duke of Guise would not understand, Bishop Charlie explained softly:

   "Paris is the center of France. Although His Majesty the King is young, he is still the lord of the French nobility and controls the righteousness of France!"

   "In this way, we can declare in the name of the king that those Huguenot nobles are rebellious. In this way, we have the upper hand!"

   "This is a good idea!" The Duke of Guise thought for a while and agreed.

   "I'm going to gather troops and prepare to attack Paris!" Duke of Guise said hastily.

   "You will discuss it with the Duke of Montmorency and Marshal Saint-André later. By tomorrow, I'm afraid that group of Huguenots will definitely raise their troops!"

  The Duke of Montmorency and Marshal Saint-André are two other giants of the Catholic League. The Catholic League will definitely fight the Huguenots next, so we must prepare in advance.

   "Yes! I know!" Bishop Charlie nodded, watching his brother leave.

  In the evening, the Duke of Guise summoned his family's private soldiers, about 2,000 people, and then used his prestige to capture Paris in one fell swoop and control the city gate.

  In the palace, it was midnight, and Queen Catherine had already gone to bed, sleeping soundly.

  At this time, the bedroom was suddenly opened, and a maid hurried in, shouting loudly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Queen Mother!"

   "What's the matter? You dare to disturb me in the middle of the night. If it's not a big deal, I'll give you something to eat!"

   Queen Catherine rubbed her eyes, looked at the flustered maid, and said sharply.

   "Duke of Guise, Duke of Guise has entered the palace!!"

  (end of this chapter)