Make France Great Again Chapter 667

After General Bosquet's questions, Jerome Bonaparte once again stressed the importance of discipline.

As a traveler, he knows France too well... No, it should be said what kind of army is the army of the world today. He can even say that all the army in the world today (including Prussia) is an army composed of robbers. , strong prisoners, and executioners, this is not a big change even in the 21st century.

Therefore, he did not force his army to be like a certain army more than 100 years later, not to take every stitch of the masses.

However, the discipline that an army should have is not to relax at all, even if it is robbery, it should obey order and loot. Indiscriminately looting a pass will not have any positive effect at all, except that it will corrupt discipline and reduce the efficiency of looting.

Of course, the issue of the Second Division going to nearby villages for "consumption" in its spare time did not violate discipline in principle. Since Bosquet mentioned this situation, then Jerome Bonaparte thought it was necessary to emphasize it properly.

"Don't worry! I will definitely supervise them strictly!" General Bosquet hurriedly assured Jerome Bonaparte.

"Don't go too far!" Jerome Bonaparte teased: "Men! There will always be a day or two every month when you can't hold back. This is understandable! Not to mention your subordinates. Most of the soldiers are young men with strong blood, as long as they don't drop the chain at the critical moment!"

Jerome Bonaparte paused for a moment, and then said: "And let the soldiers pay attention a little bit, try not to cause human life!"

The super seeding ability of the French army was already famous in Europe during the Napoleonic Wars.

The German-French hybrids created by the later generations of San Dezi during the garrison in Paris are nothing compared to the hybrids created by French soldiers in Germany, Poland, and Russia during the Napoleonic period.

The French soldiers of this period were comparable to Teddy who was in heat at any time. As long as the concept of a woman was satisfied, no matter what race, France could do it.

"Your Majesty, I'm afraid I can't guarantee this!" General Bosquet also said in a yellow tone, "After all, I can't accurately control the rifle under each soldier!

"When the trouble comes, don't blame me for not reminding you!" Jerome Bonaparte also responded to Bosquet with a smile.

"Give me some money!" General Bosquet also replied, "They will never let our soldiers marry them!"

Seeing that the conversation was getting more and more deviated from discipline, Jerome Bonaparte immediately stopped abruptly: "Okay! All of you, pay attention! Don't wait until people really come to you, don't blame me for being unselfish at that time. It's gone!"

"Yes!" General Bosquet also responded solemnly.

Afterwards, Jerome Bonaparte once again asked everyone present whether there were any difficulties that he needed to solve!

This time everyone present shook their heads, indicating that there was no problem to be solved.

"Since none of you have any problems, then I will now announce the end of the temporary meeting!" Jerome Bonaparte stood up and announced the end to everyone present.

Everyone stood up and saluted Jérôme Bonaparte before leaving the expeditionary headquarters.

That evening, the French national flag and military flag hoisted on the south bank of Sevastopol were lowered halfway.

The rumble of artillery and "Expedition Song" sounded on the south bank of Sevastopol, and did not stop until 2 or 3 in the morning.

Early the next morning, Marshal Raglan, commander-in-chief of the British Expeditionary Force, with two dark circles under his eyes, appeared at the Expeditionary Force headquarters.

Jerome Bonaparte looked at Marshal Raglan with a surprised look on his face, and asked him intimately if the artillery had disturbed him last night.

Marshal Raglan nodded and asked Jerome Bonaparte curiously, what happened to the French army last night?

Jérôme Bonaparte told Marshal Raglan that Marshal Saint Arnault had died yesterday afternoon.

After listening to Jerome Bonaparte's response, Marshal Raglan's eyes were a little complicated, and he sighed: "It's really good luck! I didn't expect Marshal Saint Arnault to return to God's arms so soon! He Still so young!"

"Maybe it's because God, his old man, also needs an outstanding conductor like Marshal Saint Arnault to expand his territory for him!" Jerome Bonaparte also sighed: "Just like my uncle, Not at the age of 52, returning to the arms of God!"

"My superior, the Duke of Wellington, also said that the early death of His Majesty Napoleon is indeed a loss to the world!" Marshal Raglan nodded with empathy.

Afterwards, Jerome Bonaparte chatted with Commander Raglan for a while.

During this period, Marshal Raglan tentatively asked Jerome Bonaparte whether the French army would formulate new plans in the near future.

If France needs British assistance, he and the British army will not refuse.

Jerome Bonaparte told Marshal Raglan that France was indeed making new plans, but it would take a while.

Marshal Raglan immediately stated that he himself was looking forward to the French plan.

"I'll ask you to come over and discuss the plan as soon as the staff headquarters has finished formulating the plan!" Jerome Bonaparte responded to Marshal Raglan.

"Yes!" Marshal Raglan nodded, then said goodbye to Jerome Bonaparte!

"Marshal Raglan, the weather in Crimea is getting colder, you have to take care of yourself!" Jerome Bonaparte reminded Marshal Raglan, he remembered the death of Marshal Raglan in history The time should also be near. (Here, Jerome Bonaparte remembered wrongly. The historical date of Marshal Raglan's death was on June 28, 1855, but he contracted dysentery in the winter of that year, which resulted in a significant increase in physical function. It was weakened, and the following year, due to the continuous domestic criticism, the anger in the heart could not be vented, and he died of illness due to domestic and foreign difficulties.

Marshal Raglan in this timeline, because of the early capture of Sevastopol, received far less criticism than at the same time.

Of course, many of the problems of the British Army were also buried under the successive victories of the Allied forces. )

"Don't worry! Your Majesty, at the moment when I didn't see Russia surrender, I would never close my eyes!" Marshal Raglan responded to Jerome Bonaparte.

Just when Jerome Bonaparte was talking to Commander Raglan, a major event was also happening in Bakhchisaray, a few dozen kilometers away from them.

At this time, Crown Prince Alexander, Archduke Konstantin, Commander Gorchakov and Marshal Yomini gathered in a room in the old palace of Bakhchisaray, waiting for Nicholas I to send to Kerry. "VIPs" of the Mia Peninsula.

When the "honored guest" opened the door, the people waiting in the room showed expressions of surprise, among them Archduke Constantine shouted loudly, "How could it be you?"

The "guest" who pushed in the door was none other than Count Orlov, who was in charge of the "Third Hall" of the Russian Empire. He stretched out his hand to greet Archduke Konstantin and Alexander II: "His Royal Highness, Your Excellency Archduke, it's been a long time. not see!"

"Mr. Orlov, long time no see!" Crown Prince Alexander II nodded in response.

He did not understand why his father sent Count Orlov to the Crimea.

Could it be that what happened in St. Petersburg?

Just when Alexander II suspected that something might have happened in St. Petersburg, Orlov's words further aggravated Alexander II's suspicion: "Your Highness, do I want to talk to you alone?"

Alexander II glanced at the people beside him, and Gorchakov and others left the room consciously.

Soon, only Alexander II and Count Orlov were left in the room.

"Mr. Orlov, is there something wrong with St. Petersburg?" Alexander II asked Orlov with a serious look.

"His Royal Highness, something has really happened in St. Petersburg recently! Please be sure to return to St. Petersburg in the near future!" Count Orlov said to Alexander II.

"What happened in St. Petersburg?" Alexander II asked impatiently.

"You will know everything as long as you return to St. Petersburg!" Count Orlov was a little reluctant to tell Alexander II what was happening in St. Petersburg.

"Orlov, what happened? I ordered you to tell me now!" Alexander II ordered Orlov strongly.

"Your Majesty's body is about to die!" Count Orlov responded with a gloomy expression.

"Impossible!" Alexander II was obviously unwilling to believe Orlov's words. "When I left St. Petersburg, His Majesty was still in good health! How could it be so soon..."

Orlov told Alexander II that during the previous period, His Majesty organized a military parade, which happened to be when the first cold wave invaded the Russian Empire~www.mtlnovel.com~ and Nicholas I did not change at that time. In his winter coat, still wearing a thin coat, he is now reviewing the imperial army in the square.

When Nicholas I returned to the Imperial Village after reviewing the troops near the capital circle, his body collapsed all of a sudden, and he was in a coma for days, almost frightening Count Orlov to death.

To make matters worse, after Nicholas I woke up, he did not follow the doctor's persuasion to change into a thick coat, but still wore a thin coat and walked around from time to time.

After several days, Nicholas I collapsed again.

This time, Nicholas I was in a coma longer than the last time.

When he woke up, he called Orlov in front of him for the first time and asked him to go to Crimea and call back Alexander II, who was overseeing the battle on the Crimean Peninsula.

Chapter end