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Chapter 709: All the heroes in the world are within my grasp
Paris, France.

The Panthéon-Assas University of Paris, also known as the University of Paris II, but its more accurate name at this time should be the School of Civil and Canon Law.

This law school has witnessed most of France's history as a filial son of God and can be called the most perfect witness.

In the 13th century, Pope Honorius III ordered that this law school only teach canon law.

In the 17th century, the Sun King Louis XIV ordered the restoration of Roman law teaching.

Then, during the reign of Louis XV, the church made a comeback, moved to the Place de la Panthéon, and once again focused on the teaching of canon law.

During these hundreds of years, the struggle between royal power and divine power was extremely fierce, forcing France to act like a filial son to God several times, such as cooperating with the Ottoman Empire to form the Sacred League, and helping Protestants fight the Holy Roman Empire during the religious wars.

Although the underlying reasons are more complicated, France deserves the title of filial son.

So when the French Revolution liquidated senior clergy and began to punish filial sons to God, this law school with a strong religious atmosphere was bound to be doomed.

After the revolutionary masses smashed it to pieces, the University of Paris II was forced to suspend classes.

Later, a group of homeless Belgians who claimed to be from the Franco-Belgian border occupied the place.

They built simple, livable rooms in these ruins, calling themselves believers in freedom. They followed the revolutionary masses of the Paris Commune in marches and attended various rallies every day, and were more fanatical than our old Paris.

Soon, a large number of Parisian sans-culottes treated them as their own people, and were happy to have these people cheer for them, and were relatively tolerant of them.

Because they were Belgians, apart from receiving a little food aid from the Paris Commune, the rest of the land distribution had nothing to do with them.

This way, he could help himself get things done without having to participate in the cake-sharing, and he could even act as a guide when attacking Belgium. Who wouldn't like that?

"Mr. Fengke, thank you so much. Without the cover you provided, we really wouldn't be able to rest here safely."

In the simple house, Wang Wuchu looked at a middle-aged red-haired man and expressed his gratitude sincerely.

The middle-aged red-haired man named Funk mentioned by Wang Wuchu was none other than Jan Frans Funk, the former representative of Brussels citizens in the Brussels Autonomous Parliament, who had fiercely opposed Mo Zirong's entry into Brussels.

Funke sighed, “I was very opposed to Prince Mo’s rule over Belgium, and I was also a firm believer in freedom, fraternity and human rights.

Of course, I still believe in them now, but I find that it is not right to overemphasize them.

If there were only liberty and fraternity, there would be chaos, because the masses are blind and can be easily exploited, as happened in France.

Robespierre seized power through freedom and fraternity, but he trampled on them at the root. He blasphemed the revolution and used it as a tool to exclude dissidents.

So, Mr. Wang, I am not trying to help you, but I think that perhaps a country led by a monarch and practicing a certain degree of freedom and fraternity is what I should fight for.

Of course, this is not a constitutional monarchy like England, which is still just a variant of the past aristocratic government."

Wang Wuchu laughed heartily, "Mr. Feng Ke has already understood the meaning of the doctrine of the mean. It seems that you have read the books that the king gave you."

Feng Ke nodded and said in strange Chinese: "Zhong means being impartial, not pursuing complete freedom and equality excessively, but also not pursuing neither freedom nor equality.

The middle means neither deviation nor swerve. I will not deviate from the correct goals and ideals that I think about and believe in, and I will persist in them even after going through hardships.

The mediocre should be used. If a person has the power to pursue something, he should use it to benefit others.

Clap clap clap!

Wang Wuchu couldn't help but applaud, "Your Majesty has read Mr. Feng Ke's advice, and there are many good points in it. After listening to it today, I can see that he is indeed a man of great talent.

The King's suggestion is that if the Kingdom of Belgium can still be preserved, then when the war subsides, Mr. Funke can return to Brussels to discuss state affairs with the King and the Crown Prince.

A look of joy finally appeared on Fengke's face. After being frightened by the terrorist policies of the Mountain Faction of the Jacob Club, this former revolutionary had not smiled for a long time.

“I am looking forward to that day and I am very happy that Prince Mo is so kind to his people. I believe that the chaos will eventually end and Belgium will regain peace one day.

But before that, I will follow the team to Seris, to that legendary beacon of morality, to the Seris Empire and its vast Seris culture, to seek a way to salvation."

The team that Feng Ke mentioned he was going to follow was the first visiting team organized by Mo Zirong, which included a large number of writers, philosophers, sociologists, mathematicians, etc.

These people were first pleasantly surprised by the revolution in France, and then quickly horrified by it.

So Mo Zirong took the opportunity to announce that he would organize a visiting delegation to go to Seris to observe and learn, and find out the reasons why the French Revolution went astray. This immediately attracted a lot of attention, and a large number of top European scholars signed up to visit China in three batches.

However, the first batch has not yet set off because they are still missing a few key people.

For example, Antoine Lavoisier, the founder of the normal chemical industry, is currently imprisoned for treason.

This is a great talent that the Emperor has ordered to be removed.

Wang Wuchu raised his wrist to check the time, "Mr. Funk, it's almost time, please go back and tell Mr. Joseph Louis Lagrange.

The warriors of the Chinese Empire are sacrificing their lives to save science and truth. This is the oath we forged with blood, so he must keep his promise and go to Beijing Huiyuan Imperial College to take up the position of Principal."

In addition to Lavoisier, Lagrange was also on Mo Zibu's list, and was offered the position of president of Beijing Huiyuan Imperial College.

You should know that the two words Huiyuan in Beijing Yuanhui Imperial College are taken from the temple name Hui and posthumous name Yuan of Mo Zibu’s grandfather Mo Jiu.

It was originally to be called Huizuyuan Emperor's Imperial College, but Mo Tianci felt that his father had lived a heroic life and there was no need to emphasize his identity as an emperor, so he simply named it Huiyuan Imperial College.

It's just that Lagrange was a very upright person and there was not much to criticize about him. He was not as sharp-tongued and sarcastic as Lavoisier, who offended people everywhere. So although some people targeted him, they were unsuccessful.

Lagrange also still had expectations for the First French Republic, so he was reluctant to agree to go to China. After all, Lagrange was almost sixty years old, and he was familiar with everything here, which was more suitable for him to carry out teaching work.

However, when Wang Wuchu suggested that Lavoisier could be rescued, Lagrange only considered it for two hours before agreeing.

After seeing Feng Ke off, Wang Wuchu began his final deployment. Although they had simulated it ten times, they were very serious every time because there was no room for error.

"Baozi, watch for another five minutes. Make sure you can immediately identify Lavoisier after you go in.

In addition, we cannot approach the open area near the prison, so you must deal with the guards at the door, open the gate, and then control the guards ringing the bell on the battery to prevent reinforcements from other places. "

The man called Baozai raised his head, with tears rolling in his eyes on his dark face.

The reason why Wang Wuchu asked him to do this was because the eleven-year-old Baozai looked only seven or eight years old, had a face that made people want to get close to him and was very friendly, and he had already become familiar with the jailer at the door.

But the tears in Baozi's eyes were not because of fear, but because, "Those prison guards are good people. Every time I beg, these guards always give the most. They trust me very much, just like a friend."

"Zhang Bao, it's good that you cherish your friends, but since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot be achieved at the same time. Before serving your country and your majesty, nothing else matters."

It turns out that the boy named Baozai’s surname is Zhang, and he is the famous South China Sea pirate Zhang Baozai in history.

The one who tried to persuade him was a burly man with arms much longer than an average person and a receding hairline at a young age.

This sturdy twenty-something is no ordinary figure either. He is the renowned Chen Changxing, the founder of the Chen-style Tai Chi revival and the master of Yang Luchan, the martial arts master played by Wu Jing. This man is truly remarkable, having been unrivaled throughout northern China at a young age. He was specially recruited by the Imperial Guard as a centurion and later served as the boxing instructor for the Twelve Imperial Guards.

What? You said that people in the martial arts world disdain to be the lackeys of the imperial court?

Don't joke around. Learning literary and martial arts and selling them to the imperial family would bring honor to the family. Chen Changxing really cherishes his current official hat.

In addition to Chen Changxing, the martial arts masters in this rescue team also include Mo Chongshan, the founder of karate who likes to hone his martial arts skills on the battlefield.

The founder of Liquan who passed away, Li Changquan, the eldest son of Li Cunyi, the commander of the Palace Front Division, and others.

It can be said that there are at least fifteen masters among the Jinyiwei of Dayu here. Each of them is a well-known figure in the local area. It is foolproof to have them carry out the rescue mission.

that's the truth!
In the early morning, Zhang Baozai was wrapped in his tattered blanket. As usual, he was dirty all over, and his face was covered in black and white, making it difficult to tell whether he was an Easterner or a Westerner.

Several soldiers guarding the Pantheon saw that the mute beggar came so early today, so they walked over with puzzled looks on their faces and prepared to drive him away.

They were indeed very generous, but now there were more and more beggars, and the soldiers were beginning to get impatient. Moreover, food was so precious, and the soldiers felt a little sad after giving alms for a long time.

Zhang Baozai sighed in his heart. No matter what, he had been eating charity from these people for almost a month. Even if it was just black bread, he was still doing them a favor.

But despite sighing, Zhang Baozai remained very determined. He pretended not to understand and babbled as he walked towards the door.

The two soldiers laughed jokingly and pushed the dirty Zhang Baozai out with a little disgust. They didn't have any suspicion at all because they had become familiar with Zhang Baozai over the past month or so.

But this time it was different. When Zhang Baozai approached the prison gate, he suddenly jumped and clamped like a macaque and immediately jumped onto a soldier's body.

The soldier cursed and tried to pull Zhang Baozai down, but Zhang Baozai twisted very quickly, came to the soldier's back, clamped his legs around his neck, and exerted force suddenly.

The soldier suddenly felt his eyes go dark and he felt a strong sense of suffocation. He reached out to grab Zhang Baozai's pants and wanted to roar, but they were too tight and he couldn't even make a sound.

His companion was laughing so hard at this funny scene. This little beggar was so dirty, and now he was climbing on his companion's head. The smell was unbearable for him.

With a thud, the soldier whose neck was strangled by Zhang Baozai's legs fell backwards suddenly with his eyes bulging and his face turning purple.

The other person felt something was wrong and rushed over to see what was happening, but just as he leaned over, Zhang Baozai very stealthily stabbed a sword from under the ribs of the fallen soldier's clothes.

With a "wow", the soldier who came to check suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood. Zhang Baozai's sword directly pierced his lungs, and then stirred them violently, taking his life in an instant.

After killing two people in a row, Zhang Baozai quickly dragged the two bodies to the corner, and then took advantage of the dim light and climbed up the artillery platform in the darkness of the early morning.

At the same time, more than ten people from the rescue team, wearing black robes, approached like ghosts.

Although this place is called a prison, it is actually part of the library of the University of Paris II. Although it is sturdy and there are cannons on the roof, it is nothing compared to a real prison, and the guards are not that strict. After all, France's enemies are fighting with the French on the border.

Besides, the people imprisoned here are either profiteers or the tax farmers of the beheaded king. It’s not the king here, so no one cares.

So when Zhang Baozai climbed to the gun turret on the top of the prison, where the alarm bell was stored, there was only a dozing soldier on it.

Zhang Baozai quickly dealt with him, then lit a weak fire and signaled his companions to come closer.

In the prison, the poor French guards were no match for these martial arts masters.

In the narrow alleys and not-so-wide halls, Mo Chongshan, Chen Changxing, Li Changquan and others were like ghosts holding long swords and short swords. A simple swing or stab could take a life.

Amidst the one-sided killing, they quickly found where Lavoisier was imprisoned.

This scientist, who was a bit greedy for money and liked lolis, was not tortured too much, but his mental state was already very bad.

In the face of extremely extreme remarks such as "scholars are the public enemy of the people, scholars are an anti-people group", it is easy to imagine how the jailers would treat Lavoisier. Just starving him and occasionally being beaten was already a very good treatment.

So much so that when the scientist learned that Emperor Seres, who had written five letters to him, had sent people to rescue him, he actually cried.

"They have killed Monsieur Condorcet," whimpered Lavoisier. "They have not spared Monsieur Condorcet either. It is horrible."

The Mr. Condorcet mentioned by Lavoisier was called Marquis Condorcet, a famous philosopher and mathematician, as well as the leader of the Girondists.

Although Condorcet escaped the fate of being guillotined with Madame Roland and others last year, it would have been better to kill him with a single blow. He was imprisoned in the Palace of Fontainebleau and died after suffering torture.

"This is not the time to talk about that, Monsieur Lavoisier. Your wife, Madame Lavoisier, is waiting for you."

Wang Wuchu helped Lavoisier up with his bloody hands and gave him a shot of adrenaline with words.

Lavoisier's wife, Marie-Anne Pierrette, was originally the daughter of Lavoisier's colleague. She married Lavoisier, who was 28 years old at the age of thirteen and was Lavoisier's beloved.

It is also the lady who is being gazed at affectionately by Lavoisier, who was cropped out of the famous illustration of Lavoisier in his laboratory.

At the same time, the girl was proficient in several languages and was particularly good at drawing. Many of Lavoisier's chemical experimental instruments were drawn by Madame Lavoisier.

The two were not only a perfect couple, but also scientific partners, so she was extremely important to Lavoisier.

Upon hearing the news from his wife and knowing that she was fine, Lavoisier was so happy that tears welled up in his eyes. His legs were no longer weak and he was no longer afraid. With the support of Wang Wuchu, he started to walk out.

"You are all free, truly free, run." Li Changquan, who had just killed the last guard, opened all the cages in order to create a lot of chaos.

Wow, eleven people killed more than thirty guards in fifteen minutes, and they didn't even have a chance to shoot. They are really powerful.

At the same time, a five-man team, led by a secret royalist, Baron Batz, went to the home of shoemaker Antoine Simon to rescue Louis-Charles, the younger brother of Princess Charlotte, the French prince who had just been honored as King Louis XVII.

This is also what Mo Zibu requested. You have the ability to take Lavoisier away from prison, but it is really unreasonable if you don’t rescue Louis XVII.

An hour later, at daybreak, everyone gathered at Lagrange's house. Lavoisier looked around and saw many familiar faces inside, all of whom were famous figures in the French Academy of Sciences.

Including his colleagues, the great mathematician Legendre, the rising star Fourier and others.

"I know what the Emperor needs most. Please take my student, Eletaire Irene Dupont, away.

He is a genius in gunpowder research and the talent most needed by the Seris Empire! He lives not far from here."

Lavoisier said to Wang Wuchu. Wang Wuchu didn't know who this person was, but seeing that there was still enough time, he nodded immediately and said, "There's still some time, let's act!"

A few hours later, the city was in chaos because the prison was out of control, and this team with a large number of scientists fled north from Paris with the cooperation of the remaining royalists and king sympathizers in the city, as well as those who hated the First Republic.

At the same time, according to the agreement, a 9,000-man Lufan army suddenly set out from Mons, Belgium, and launched a fierce attack on Amiens, north of Paris. They came so quickly that they broke through the French defense in one fell swoop.

This action confused Napoleon, who had been transferred to the northern front.

He had no idea what the Belgian army was doing. Why did it seem like they were going to pick up someone? Could it be that the English army was going to land?

(End of this chapter)