While Bruno was forging a future with diplomacy, De Gaulle was rebuilding the very war-torn foundations of a nation with steel in hand, and blood slaked across his bayonet. And I don't mean that last part figuratively.
The Parisian commune may have been obliterated down to its last member, so thoroughly that even their own family members couldn't help but be caught up in the process. But the warlords of the other major cities and provinces of France had continued to fight on.
De Gaulle had soon realized that his Gallian Militia was outnumbered, surrounded, and outgunned by enemies all backed by some foreign power wanting their own puppet installed on the vacant throne of France.
France had in many ways entered a warlord era of its own, a land that once prided itself on being the beacon of republican virtue had sunk into the mud, ruled by bayonets and breadlines.
