MTL - Surprise! The Supposed Talent Show Was Actually–?!-Chapter 135 Final battle

The cold wind is like a knife.

The snow flakes are like a flying silver blade, and the mottled light is drawn in the airflow. The horses came cold, and the dark horseshoes opened a shallow path in the heavy snow. On the horseback, the young clothes were hunted and hunted, and the eyes of the ice and snow were slightly picked up, and the pupils were soaked in chills.

Covering the reins is strong, steady and powerful.

"Here." The man was dumb.

The horses were tightened, and the horse was standing on a long shack. The sorcerer hugged the horse's neck tightly and jumped down from behind, smashing the snow from the dark gray baron cloak.

The sorcerer was shocked to discover.

Daxie seems to have been dressed very well by the program group from beginning to end. In most variety shows, this is the treatment that the program group has to pay for...

Fu Ke enemy country Wei Shi: "Well?"

The sorcerer hurriedly shook his head and was diligent to help the squatting horse to ride the snow, the horse was very lively, the relatives came to the sorcerer, and the little horses caught up behind.

The sorcerer suddenly remembered: "Chu Chu!..."

Chu Qi angrily dismissed: "How can you bear to leave me alone!"

Wei Shi calmly stated: "You have to ride yourself."

Chu Chu stressed: "I want to let the little witch * with * I ride together, not to move the little witch out and let me ride alone - forget that you can't tell the straight man like you!"

When the pony saw the sorcerer, they came together and the tail squatted to the arch. The previous horse turned to the little mare again, watching the posture is a stallion...

The sorcerer looked up and looked into the distance in the long snow.

There are two houses, such as the "small station" of Louis XVI between Versailles and the other hospitals. There is a hillside a few meters high in the north, and the terrain is all the way up. You can see the small Trianon Palace over the bush.

At this time, the small Trianon Palace in the distance was quiet again. The distance between the eyes and the eyes was less than 2 kilometers. The sorcerer could only see someone coming out of the small Trianon.

It is better to say that the three people of Vera are more like being hijacked by "civilian class" players. The sorcerer was about to speak, and the little pony who was suddenly hopped and jumped inadvertently.

The sorcerer shook hard: "!!!"

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When Wei Wei took the hot sorcerer out of the snow, it was like picking up the bamboo shoots in the ground.

The sorcerer recapitulated the snow and briefly described the events of the Little Trianon.

"Will sister is Queen Mary?" Chu Chu stayed: "Would we wait for someone to go to Versailles, halfway to intercept?"

The sorcerer shook his head: "We are waiting for the parliament to start. There are too few people, and the royalists are not willing to come out at the Palace of Versailles. Only the parliament can let them out."

The royalist party is not willing to show up. It seems that the history of the rut is also tied to the situation at this time. Only when the interests of the French aristocracy are effectively violated, they really become active. What they maintain is not the royal family, not the monarchy. On the chessboard of this French change, anyone will only defend themselves.

Wei Shi’s expression was cold, and he was skilled at pulling the zipper of the combat uniforms. It was like wrapping the winter bamboo shoots and wrapping them in a circle.

Witchcraft, once they wait for the parliament to start, they will kill it from here -

The sorcerer was cold and was handed a cup of warm water.

Wait, where is the warm water coming from?

The sorcerer drank, exhaled warm white air, and the small round face returned to ruddy again.

Wei Wei was satisfied and continued to facelessly watering the bamboo shoots.

At this time, in the distance of the small Trianon Palace, the mighty team of players finally began to move.

"We are also ready!" Chu Chu immediately stunned.

When Wei Wei turned over, he whipped up a strong wind. At this time, many cameras were flying around, and the sorcerer was as timid as a rabbit. He didn't look at the big cockroach again. He rode the original little pony with a straight leg.

Chu Chu quickly rushed to sit behind the witch.

Wei Wei faintly swept his eyes.

Witch is a spirit, hehe: "Chu, Chu Chu, you have to sit in front..."

Chu Chu with a big hand, proud: "No, you are blocking the wind!"

Witch and Wei also clamped on the horse's back.

The horseshoe slammed.

The Chuchu sits firmly, and the little witch in front is blocking the wind, like a hot cake. Chu Chudun feels happy, the mind is in the middle of the United States and Zixiao is the same box, the end of the game to brush a wave of "Golden Boy Yu brother and sister love"...

Suddenly a cold wind flew over.

The two horses suddenly approached, the nose sighed, and the reins were relaxed. The horse slowed down and the young mare followed the jog.

Two knights far apart are getting closer.

Wei Wei slightly sideways.

The light in the snow is like a gold.

The snow mud was ejected by the debris, and the entire Versailles under the morning light shook the shoulders and rode.

"..." Chu Chu completely turned into a background board.

The camera is catching up quickly. The sorcerer reacted, and quickly accelerated, and the pony rushed out. The horse followed closely, and the group finally flicked in the edge of the bush and disappeared into the passage to Versailles.

Versailles Palace Hall.

The bell rang at 9 o'clock, and there was a quiet player sitting under the stained glass - all the players who survived in the third round.

67 people. 41 civilians, 14 priests, 12 nobles.

The watch shows a surviving number of 69.

"Wei Yan is not..." Chu Chu counts and counts, small voice. Of course, the **** of health is not there.

The severe cold makes the survival of the players greatly dependent on the heating equipment, the snow outside the parliament hall and even a few kilometers away, and the eliminated rescue capsules can be seen everywhere. Heating equipment was robbed by the perpetrators.

The minute hand is aligned to the entire point.

The red and white rose of the royal family slammed into the door, behind which was a long waiter, carrying a woven woven bag everywhere in Paris in the 18th century.

It is the second batch of heating equipment.

All the players are instantly eye-catching.

Ning Feng Bei Fengmu slightly picks, cold and ice read the parliamentary regulations: "...the meeting will determine the second batch of heating facilities allocation...all classes hold 1 vote, a total of 3 votes..."

On the stage, Vera's eyes swept over the sorcerer and the Chuchu, and finally the expression was slight.

When Xiaoran made a "9 hours heating to the nobility, 8 hours to the civilians, and 4 hours to the priest" with a crisp sound line, the scene suddenly became awkward.

Zoe, who is also a nobleman, has a slight wrinkle, and Ming Hao swells for a second. Even though Alum was a nobleman, Captain Zuo Bozhen chose the priest. The voting began, and the civilian class handed in the vote almost at the same speed. The other two classes were caught off guard.

“Organization.” Wu Yi whispered: “They – there should be a conductor among the civilian class.”

The commander first gathered the vast majority of civilian cards in the shortest time, and then planned the "Tame of the Kings League" of the Little Trianon Palace, and then laid out in the parliament -

"If it is not the commander, the civilians will kill a large number of people in the first four hours of the game. The commanders can communicate with each other and coordinate the distribution of interests," Wu Mo’s mind suddenly flashed through the memory of the book.

-- A coalition with common political positions and political goals to coordinate the distribution of interests.

"partisan."

The commander is the party leader.

At this time, it was a complete reappearance of the parliamentary scene of the late Louis XVI. The nobility lacks control over current politics and public opinion, and its authority is in the hands of the non-governmental political parties. The civilian camp commander is using the cohesive force to shape the "Jacobine faction" that violently opposes the monarchy and advocates equal rights.

"The commander... is it?" Chu Chu speculated.

The sorcerer is not convinced: "There is only a hidden assassination of the road. In history, there is only Jingjing, the king of Qin, and there is no Prince, the king of Qin."

“Small dye?”

Wu Yi: "Small dye in the Ming... If I am the conductor, I will be dark."

Chu Chu quickly asked: "This, the redistribution of resources, damage to the interests of the priests ... can the parliament pass?"

The witch thought about it and finally gave a "can".

"This round includes the last round. The vast majority of players are teamed up by 4 people. The chances of 4 people getting advanced heating equipment at the same time are too small. That is, compared to 2 nobles + 2 priests, 2 nobles + 2 civilians It’s more common. Aristocrats consider it for allies and will vote for the civilian class.”

"Furthermore, the relative strength of the civilian class is worse than that of the priest. 8 hours of heating equipment, if you must give the enemy, they are more willing to give weak enemies."

He can think that the other commander must also think of it.

At this time, among the 12 aristocrats, 6 people have already voted in favor, and Ming Hao is still trying to canvass the ticket, trying to win the heating resources for the captain of his own priest, but the number of votes is actually a one-sided situation -

Alum: "This is not fair!"

Eight nobles voted for approval.

Alum: "..."

9 digits.

Alum stunned for a second, and quickly smashed the heating equipment on his body, and shivered coldly: "I have to save some points to give the captain a set..."

The parliamentary vote is nearing the end. The two classes of nobility and civilians simultaneously voted for "approval." At this time, the priests who were robbed of resources could not save their destiny no matter how hard they tried. The waiter sang the ticket to the priest.

"Abstain."

The whole scene was suddenly stunned, and even the sorcerer gave up resistance. Zuo Bo棠 twisted the eyebrows, and Ming hate iron is not steel. I am interested in watching the witch.

Witch's hand: "Do not struggle."

The teenager did not move in countless sights, but it was extremely nervous: "When the voting is over, they will get the heating equipment, and they must be unloaded and killed! You and Weila sisters. The royalist party? Where is the royalist party? ?"

The sorcerer whispered: "No hurry, we wait for the royalist to stand up." The fingertips next to the combat uniforms are silently buckled to the waist bayonet.

On the stage, it seems that because of the coercion of the civilian class, King Ning Fengbei’s pen must be signed on the bill.

The gunshots accompanied the whistling!

The bullet flew to Ningfeng North on the high platform, but it was in a sudden rush. Vera, an elbow, smashed the Ning Fengbei, who was still in the middle of the fire, to the bunker, and then raised the gun to protect the king.

The muzzle of the black hole locked the attacker.

The attacker had a meal, and Zuo Bozhen protected the attacker within a 0.1 second rapid reaction time. The fire line is close to Vera, but his eyes are constantly aiming at the witch.

A bayonet was inserted at the foot of Zuobo.

The alum's muzzle is still hot.

No one had thought that it was Shi Yiming who shot at the king of Ning Fengbei.

However, the sorcerer was moving faster than him. The bayonet ran across the small half of the parliamentary room, and the hard-boiled pre-judgment of the alum's shooting was disturbed, so that the red and white roses had a reaction time.

Silence for one second, two seconds, three seconds -

In a horrified gaze, the intoxication of Chu Chuan: "Small, Xiao Ming attacked the king, want to rebel?!"

The parliament room was full of smoke, and I could only hear someone stunned: "This, this is the well-being double c on the scarf? The battle of the peak cp? Ming Ge is going to shoot..."

"What scarf? The defender doesn't even see a shadow! Interests, the red rose is signed, the left team heating has to be cut. The sniper's long-term ambush relies on constant body temperature, and the heating equipment compares the well to any team. Important! Ming Hao must not let this motion pass, understand?"

At this time, Alum turned to the muzzle and pointed at the witch, and kept licking in his mouth: "I don't want this! How can you collude with the civilians! You are a priest..."

The sorcerer sorts out the breath.

The entire parliament hall is noisy. The parliamentary hall was similar to Louis XIV and the fifteenth period. It witnessed the glory of the Sun King and was once overwhelmed by Madame Pompidou. The program group seems to control the plot from the beginning to the end of the "real history", including the prosperity of France, including decline, including turmoil.

Including this time.

The timeline was moved to the 1789 by the program group.

The revolution divided the Catholic power, and the interests were transferred to the other two classes. The three-level parliament intensified the public's resentment against Catholicism. The churches and priests who used to be the royal alliance, but whose interests were shaken at this time, like Alum and Zuo Bo, began to severely oppose the electoral voting system that represents "freedom, revolution."

And against the royal family that signed the bill.

Only eternal interests, no eternal allies.

The sorcerer put down the gun and walked straight to Alum. Alum watched the sorcerer, but did not think that the sorcerer passed him by, fluttering a few words in the ear, crossed the wells and went to meet the red and white roses.

Under the stage, I am interested in watching everything happening.

Zuo Bozhen whispered, "What did he say?" The vision of Captain Wells unconsciously swept to Alum, his eyes were complicated for a moment, and because Alum was able to jump out to defend himself and feel mixed.

Alum confused: "He said... protect and protect the king..."

The witch finally came to the red and white roses.

Ning Fengbei whispered a few words with him, nodded, and stood in front of the high platform again: "So, because of the strong opposition of the Duke of Alum. Unfortunately, we will eventually veto this proposal... Heating equipment will still be allocated according to the opening ratio 9 hours for the nobility, 8 hours for the priest, and 4 hours for the civilians. No modification."

The motion was rejected.

Under the stage, the faces of the civilians suddenly changed, and the bright colors were bright, and the cockroaches and the small dyes were cold. The two did not expect Ning Fengbei to dare to defy the Jacobin faction. It seems that the deterrence of the Little Trianon Palace is not enough.

A small dyed wave, several long / guns at the same time set up to the Queen's Queen. She obviously does not worry about the power gap. Jacobin has nearly 20 players, and there are only 3 players in the sorcerer's game.

Chu Chu was nervously asked about the witch: "Is this going to be played? Wait, the royalist has not yet -"

Wu Han: "The royalist has stood up."

Chu Chudong Zhang Xiwang: "Where?! Who!"

The sorcerer re-inserts the bayonet into the waist, and the fingertips rubbed the gun body: "Jing Yi." There are all priests.

The inherent resource allocation symbolizes "order." No matter how good or bad the order is, one party will be “oppressed” by order, and only four hours of heating will be obtained, and the other two parties will “benefit” from the order.

When the civilian resources are at a minimum, the Jacobin, represented by Xiaoran and Zhai, hates order and attempts to implement reforms. When the priests have the least resources, they should be replaced by the wells and double c to launch violent changes at all costs.

In the game, the order became one person - the only king who could sign the parliamentary bill.

The proposal to “redistribute heating resources” intensified the conflict of interest between the priests and the Jacobins, and similar to history – the royalists only appeared when there was a conflict of interest.

It is not the royal family that the royalists want to protect, but the "inherent order" that the royal family supports.

There was no royalist before the parliament.

After the contradictions intensified, the royalists were "made" by their students.

Once Ning Fengbei fell to the priesthood again, Jingyi will certainly protect Ningfengbei.

The figure under the stage flashed, and suddenly rushed to Ningfeng North!

The red rose sneered and showed the bayonet. Wu Yi single-handedly held the table, a Qin Jinbao who took the shot and cut off the alliance with the squad, and the small dye was unobstructed, and the gun was in the hall of more than ten meters.

Two sounds.

The two bullets pulled out a nearly uniform trajectory, fiercely attacked the small dyed body, followed by the third and fourth shots.

- Four-way Guan Hou, for the well instrument.

Xiao Ding slammed sideways. If Caesar, who was not standing next to Wen Lin, suddenly pushed her away, Xiao Dian was afraid to immediately become a rescue capsule.

"Dodge, don't just be positive." Caesar spoke openly. The white moonlight assaulter, also in the civilian class, frowned and stared at Zuobo, and went to a beast that was far from the strong enemy: "June is a little troublesome."

Xiaoran looked at Caesar, who was in front of 300 pounds of meat, and it was rare to show a little admiration for the eyes...

Caesar: "When I enter the parliament hall, my mind will not turn. I can still shoot with a gun!"

Xiaoran: "..."

The chaos is on the verge of a hit.

Chu Chu, because of the well-being support, almost all the civilians in the audience angrily took up the weapons to rush to the king. Interested, the priests did not hesitate to stand on the side of the king. Even if the aristocrats could avoid the battle by their position, they had to join the two camps for the sake of the alliance.

The watch jumped.

The number of survivors is reduced.

The pressure on the line of fire surged, and the wells slammed back and forth, and soon merged with the sorcerer, the thin fire and the red and white roses.

Zuo Bozhen slammed the bullets and killed the rain. Ming Hao eagerly asked Wu Yi: "When is your home?" How do you lack one scarf?"

Witch's eyes blinked: "What! I can't hear!"

Alum: "The trough will not be pitted by you, and one less can not be beaten-"

Opposite, Caesar and Zoe attacked at the same time.

Wu Yi only noticed that Wen Lin is also in the civilian camp. Zoe and Wenlin formed an alliance, and with a few reasons, the rage was full, and when the gun was aimed at the king, it was a refreshing one. Alum was called by Zoe's scream: "Captain, take the plunge!"

Zuo Bozhen: "You are back."

The two stations suddenly changed. The sorcerer swept his eyes in his busy schedule, and suddenly he crossed the sentence.

- Gentleman's five shots, white vector, participation, squatting, squatting, well instrument.襄 作 作 , , , 臣 臣 臣 臣 臣 臣 臣 臣 臣 臣 臣 臣 臣 臣 臣 臣 臣 臣 臣

Alum is half a step back from Zuobo, Zuobo Station is a monarch, and Alum is supplemented by the two.

Zoe was forced to split from Caesar from the battlefield.

"Attention to small dye, Qin Jinbao!" Ming Hao urgently reminded. Wells repelled Zoe, but the pressure did not ease. The red and white roses were behind the battle. At this time, Qin Jinbao rushed at the same time. The European Emperor Caesar was even more surprised to escape the gun bullets and directly hit the flames. Face door.

Thin fire: "Which stupid beat me!"

Caesar: "It’s awkward, you’re being beaten by grandfather in every round of the knockout...”

He went straight to the sorcerer and faintly said: "Little witch, you make it bad!"

"..." The sorcerer tried to separate his thoughts and calculated his time. It should be faster: "I, what am I..."

A pair of eyes are green, like a naive cat: "You let North and North sign the proposal, we can form an alliance, but unfortunately..."

It’s a pity that I didn’t finish it, and I swept straight to the waist of the witch.

The sorcerer rushed to dodge: "Knot, alliance?"

Hey: "Yes, it's still time to repent."

Wu Yi, an elbow, slammed the gunshot from Qin Jinbao, and smiled: "I am afraid that the proposal will pass, and you will be the first one to start with the king."

I was surprised by the pretense: "Hey? How come." The horizontal knife is like a practice, not a disease.

The witches are rushing to breathe, the muscles are tense because of the battle, and the eyes are shining: "The first motion is to reject the priests, and the second is to target the nobility. If I guess it is correct, for the sake of preservation, you will not Directly grab 9 hours of heating, but take a more gentle approach. For example, modify the parliamentary system for one person, one vote, not one class and one vote. For another example, abolish the king’s signature right...”

Holding your head: "How do we qualify to influence the king?"

The sorcerer bayonet slammed and slammed back to the door: "There are no civilians, but there is one. But let me guess, the next step in subverting the parliament is to force the king to amend the constitution. Did your commander say that the constitutional proposal was Reasons for restricting the king’s signature..."

When you look at your eyes, your lips are slightly hooked, and some admire: "Little witch, why don't you believe us!"

The sorcerer struggled back under the sly attack, and the back finally hit the door to the parliamentary exit.

Through the door leaf, there seems to be footsteps.

Survived 52 people.

The entire parliament room was smashed into the eye with the smoke of smoke.

The witches took a deep breath.

Rejecting the church, revising the constitution, arranging the king, taking power, subverting the monarchy, kidnapping the royal family, and sending the Louise 16 guillotine... He didn't even have to guess the leader's "party leader."

Everything is just a repeat of history.

In the French Revolution of the 18th century, the civilians initially demanded only a piece of bread, but in the end it was the ambition to control the whole of France.

Throughout history, change is a turnaround, and people/rights rise in the ruins.

But looking at France under the rule of Louis XVI - the more enlightened monarchy, the less able to control the nationals under the rule. Louis XVI died in his life, even if he was indecisive. Even until the monarch was sent to the guillotine, he refused to use the army.

Louis XVI will never aim the gun at his people.

Even the existence of Louis XVI is itself a source of contradiction. The monarchy’s head system is completely divorced from the republic of the people’s demands.

Louis is a symbol that must be destroyed.

Qin Jinbao signaled that he would solve it quickly: "Little witch, I am sorry!"

The Zhuoma entertainment captain raised his gun.

Sigh: "The little witch still doesn't want to form an alliance. We still want to support Louis."

The sorcerer sneaked into the door leaf.

"The third class cannot be allied with Louis XVI. For you..." Witch took a deep breath.

"Louis must die because the Republic must be born."

The pupil is shrunk.

Qin Jinbao, who was about to shoot and execute the witch, suddenly burst out: "Be careful!"

The door leaf of the parliament hall was pulled from the outside.

One person stunned the tactical gap between the sorcerer and the left and right.

The eyes that were beaten by the ground were bright: "Wei Wei Wei Wei Shen!!!"

Wei Shi did not talk nonsense, a shot against Qin Jinbao opened fire.

The rescue capsule pops up instantly.

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