Napoleon roared, and the other officers caught on.
A chorus of swords being drawn rang out in the hall, and instantly, Saint Just had seven or eight swords at his throat.
The slowest to react, Bertier shouted, "Someone's trying to assassinate the General! Protect him!"
The next moment, the main door of the hall was kicked open with a bang, and soldiers from the National Army guarding the door poured into the hall.
At the same time, soldiers from the National Army also appeared in the various stands, and suddenly, the whole hall was filled with the blue of the National Army uniforms.
Those unaware might think General Frost was staging a coup.
And today wasn't even the 12th of December!
At this moment, Anning was utterly flabbergasted as his golden finger suddenly took control of his body—it had been too long since such a sudden and vigorous movement.
Napoleon rushed over and started tearing at Anning's clothes: "Where are you hurt?"
Anning: "I'm not injured!"
