Prime Minister John De Witt originally had his own guard, but they had been transferred by the Orange Party before the riots. For the Orange Party, Mr. Prime Minister was the unquestionable murderer. They even led the people into the city hall and captured the Prime Minister and his younger brother. Even though the Prime Minister shouted "Judge me, judge me!" and hoped to get a little vitality in the court and prison, people still dragged them out of the office in silence, dragged them to the streets, and stood in a small square. As soon as the Prime Minister saw it, he couldn't help but pray. There was no judge, no jury, and no executioner. This did not mean that they could be pardoned. On the contrary, it meant that they would be tortured and slaughtered.

A monarch once said that the people are like children. This is not contempt, but a catastrophe. Yes, in many cases, the people are as gentle as cows and horses, and silent as earth and rocks. However, when they uncover the mediocre skin and reveal the "evil" below, even the devil cannot compare with it. The author cannot even accept the subsequent experience of John De, Witt and the brothers. Let us see the blood and horror at that time from the scene depicted by the Dutch painter Jane De Barn in "The Corpse of the Dewitt Brothers".

On this gloomy picture, it is like a small open space on a simple stage. There is a chassis transformed from a ladder, with two white bodies hanging on it. People who don’t know the inside will think that they have seen two shaved and open lambs. But when they look closely, isn’t the hanging arms of the ground a human arm? Between the hanging arms, there are bloody heads and messy heads.

The hair of the Prime Minister faced the audience, and the audience could clearly see that his eyes were plucked out, his ears and nose were cut off, his lips disappeared, and a hollow black hole was revealed. The teeth should have fallen out of the previous beating. It was wide open, as if it was still making the last unwilling rage and a sad plea, but it was obvious that even without losing the stone, the Prime Minister's cry would not be heard by the people who had lost their minds.

His chest was exposed. Sometimes in order to show his sincerity, people would say, I want to show my heart to you, and the Prime Minister did it. He may have been cowardly, or had ambition or selfish desire, but he was indeed loyal to the Netherlands. Although it was precisely because of this loyalty that he finally brought the Netherlands to destruction and death - but he finally took out his heart to the people. It was only those greedy people who took not only his heart, but also his liver and stomach. So here, you can only see the Prime Minister's empty mind, just like the desperate treasury of Amsterdam, as if he had paid his debts to his people.

On his thigh, there was a deep cut mark, which was visible to the bones. The brothers around him were the same, quite symmetrical. Here, the painter did not exaggerate the tragedy too much. It was only in the later records that we can see that the people left behind were only two white bones. No, not because their anger grew to this point, but because some people, out of the inspiration of the merchants, cut off the flesh of the two brothers and cost ten copper coins a piece.

Ge, along more than a thousand rivers, sold all the way, and the Dutch, who started the business, certainly would not give up this opportunity. They flocked to divide the Prime Minister and his brother's noble body. If it were not for the MPs, they would not be able to see it. The guards of the Witt family finally arrived at the square. The Witt brothers were afraid that even a piece of nail would not be left behind. Hundreds of years later, we can still see that Prime Minister John De Witt's fingers were displayed in a church.

Now, let us go back to the chaotic night, and the dawn finally comes. In the sad cry of relatives and the smiles of political enemies, the rule of the Dewit brothers has come to an end. A new round of competition for the new Grand Speaker and the Prime Minister has begun again. Almost all countries except France are stunned by such changes. Did these people not see the 120,000 French army of the French arranged on the northern line of Flanders?

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"I said, this is freedom. They can freely slaughter innocent people, or freely send their country to the end of their journey." Louis handed over the letter sent by the spy to Philip, and Philip bowed to take it. The Duke of Cologne, who was beside him, walked forward and tied a sword for the king. Now, the young duke was favored by the king only to the king's brother Philip. People often see him by the king's side. Whether it is meeting ministers or handling official duties, the king will not avoid him. What is most jealous is that at such an important moment - at the moment when his army declared war on the Netherlands.

The Duke of Cologne is eleven years old this year, not far from adulthood. People know that he is the king's illegitimate son, and he was even earlier than Prince Louis. Although the king could not let him inherit his position, he was the Duke of Cologne from his birth. Although he had no territory, there was nothing to complain about. As far as Philip knew, people in the French court were speculating whether the king would choose a wife for him among the nobles who owned the territory. Just like the Duke of Luxembourg, he obtained a piece of territory from his wife. Only Philip knew slightly from the king's words that the king intended to marry the daughter of the Grand Duke of Tuscany. The princess's father was Gaston Orleans, and her mother was the sister of the Duke of Lorraine, the lady who accompanied him before Gaston died.

Of course, this lady would not have much favorability for Louis. Moreover, the little princess was born in 1967 and was only three years old now. It was too early to talk about marriage, but the Orleans system originally had the right to inherit Naples. As the Grand Duke of Tuscany, the Medici had ruled the Tuscan region for a hundred years. If they had their support, the Duke of Cologne would have more bargaining chips to inherit and obtain the Naples region. As for the Margaret Orleans Princess, Louis could only hope that she had the rationality that a smart person should have. The Queen of Naples was already a good title. The Habsburg family would not accept the descendants of a merchant, and there was no good candidate in other countries for the time being. She might not necessarily be willing to fill her daughter in the Ottoman harem.

However, these are all things that happened after the war against the Netherlands. Louis has tasted the sweetness of the war. Under the huge deterrence of force, identity, bloodline, or title, or the Roman church like a stool, placed on the table or the enemy hidden in the shadows, are not worth mentioning... Louis put down his hand and pressed it on the shoulders of the Duke of Cologne. Louis is now over five magic feet and five inches, about six feet, with wide shoulders and long legs. He is a very majestic handsome man. The Duke of Cologne is ten years old this year, but he has about four magic feet. He inherited the advantages of his father and mother, and has beautiful eyebrows and fair skin. In terms of talent, both in the world and the world are the best among his peers, and sometimes even adults cannot compare with him. It can be said that apart from some flaws in his background, there is nothing worth picking about.

Philip was holding the king's hat aside, thinking that his brother was working hard for this child for no reason. Perhaps it was because of his guilt that Little Luci even received more love than Little Louis, and Louis's love for Little Luci was also given back in Little Luci - the Duke of Cologne's admiration for the king can be seen by anyone with eyes. Although his birth was accompanied by conspiracy and calculations, Louis had never been absent in his life, and he could not even get formal recognition. He could not call Louis a father. The Duke of Cologne turned into a sweet and bitterness. Not only would he not take away his love for his father, but the relationship between them seemed to be more mellow and deeper.

"Phillip?" The king stood there for a long time, but he couldn't help but ask curiously. Philip then reacted and hurriedly walked forward with his hat on his shoulder.

Louis lowered his head slightly and asked Philip to put a hat on himself, while joking that if the Duke of Orleans was so incompetent, he would deprive him of the right to serve him and hand over the job to the Duke of Cologne. Philip spat half-truely, "Then he must have a stool."

"The child grows up very quickly." The king sighed, his sight briefly touched the Duke of Orleans, and the two smiled together. Obviously, they also remembered their childhood appearance, wearing small skirts and snuggled beside their mothers. Unexpectedly, they would one day fight side by side on the battlefield.

But in the following ceremony, not only Philip, no one can accompany or follow the king, because no one can take away the light of the Sun King, even if it is only a trace.

The imperial tent stood on a hill, on the plain under the hills, the king's army. These strong and combative young men, according to the distinction between the legion and the military, wore uniforms, buttons on the uniforms, shoulders, and bayonets on muskets, shone brightly in the sun. Louis rode a tall white horse, half-placed his cloak behind him, and slowly walked past them. Slowly, the horse's pace became faster and faster, and the royal blue king ran in the strict array. While running, he shouted: "Long live France!"

"Long live France!" the soldiers shouted immediately, and they were still a little restrained at first, but the king had taken off his hat, "Higher!" he shouted, "Let our enemies hear it too, good boys, louder!"

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The king was like a white sailboat supported by them, sometimes vanishing and sometimes appearing, while the shouts were like the prelude to victory, sending the king to the top of the peak again and again.

It seemed that in another moment, the rumbling sound went from far to near, and the king's white horse jumped up to the hills before them. The king stopped in front of the imperial tent. He turned to the army and raised his hands. The roar under the hills stopped - it even made people think that he was suddenly deaf - but it was only because the soldiers saw their king.

The Duke of Cologne's eyes were red and his chest was undulating. This was his father! His king! He was almost about to shout, and could only control himself with the last trace of reason.

A trace of gratitude flashed through the Duke of Orleans, glad that he did not take over the authority of the Regent King under the persuasion of his mother and the Bishop when his brother was injured. Otherwise, even if he could save his life, he would never stand with his brother, share his glory, and witness the grand and glorious scene with his own eyes.

Louis, under the gaze of tens of thousands, stretched out his arms to the north: "Amsterdam, everyone," his voice echoed on the hills: "Go away and go to Amsterdam!"

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"Amsterdam is finished," said Charles II: "The Netherlands is finished."

Ten steps away from him, sitting to describe the embarrassing William III. After hearing Charles II's words, this young man could not help but show an angry look, "The Netherlands will not end," he said: "Don't underestimate the people of the Netherlands. In order to gain freedom, they have fought for eighty years. Now they can continue to fight against any enemy, Britain, France... Spain, anyone who dares to rule them will feel like pins and pins."

"Like you?" Charles II asked humorously.

“I don’t want to rule anyone,” said William III. “I just want to lead them, serve them, and not take authority and seek personal gain.”

"All the same," said Charles II tolerantly, "all the same, children, are not very different to the people, because their eyes never see what they want to see, and their ears only hear what they want to hear. They have hardly received education and only know how to go with the flow-you probably don't know yet, and I just knew, William, the Prime Minister of the Netherlands, Mr. John De Witt, a few days ago, was dragged out of the town hall by a mob, and in a small square, with his brother, and was cut like a fish with scales."

After he said calmly, he saw William III fainting. Although William III was enemies of the Prime Minister, on the other hand, a large part of the reason why William III was able to remain calm was because there was John De Witt in the Netherlands. Although the Prime Minister was always vigilant and afraid of the descendants of Orange, he was also loyal to the Dutch Republic like William III. As long as he had him, the situation in the Netherlands would not be so corrupt that it could not be cured.

"You shouldn't tell him," said the wizard behind Charles II lightly: "He will definitely try every means to escape after that."

"Don't do this," said Charles II, "I believe you." He glanced at William III again: "And if I don't say it, he will continue to want to escape, so that it may make him calm..." He glanced at the wizard's face: "Maybe." He added.
Chapter completed!