Make France Great Again

Just when Jerome Bonaparte fell into self-doubt, the soldiers on the side enthusiastically asked Jerome Bonaparte which army he belonged to and what his name was!

"Well! Actually, I am..." Jérôme Bonaparte hesitated for a moment, then responded: "I come from the third division, second brigade, and third regiment. My name is Jérôme Parry. Europe!"

When Jérôme Bonaparte finished these words, several soldiers sitting around him cast envious glances at him at the same time: "So you are from the Guards Division!"

"Yes!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, then tore off a piece of black bread and stuffed it in his mouth to chew, and asked curiously: "Did something happen to the Guards Division?"

"Nothing!" The soldiers shook their heads, and one of them patted Jérôme Bonaparte on the shoulder and said to him in a senior tone: "I didn't expect that you could be selected into the Guards Division with your physique! Look! Aren’t the standards for joining the Guards Division as high as you think?”

"Luck! Luck!" Jérôme Bonaparte responded to the soldiers with a smile and a wave of his hand.

"Hey! If only we were as lucky as you!" Another soldier sighed and complained in a low voice: "Now your Guards Division is in the limelight! Especially your division commander Pelissier, I heard It is said that domestic newspapers are almost touting him as the second Generalissimo Sirte! Once he takes over the position of Marshal Saint-Arnaud, brother, you will naturally follow the rising tide!"

"I have said this before!" Jerome Bonaparte asked pretending to be curious.

"What else can I say! After Pellissier takes over as Marshal Saint-Arnaud as the commander of the expeditionary force, war will inevitably happen! Once the war starts, your third division will naturally be reused! By then, brother, you can be promoted directly Yes!" the soldier responded in a shouting tone.

"This..." Jerome Bonaparte scratched his head and retorted: "War is not an outing! How can you win casually?"

"Brother, I really don't know how you got into the Third Division!" The soldier responded to Jérôme Bonaparte in a tone of hatred: "With those soldiers in the hands of Russia, how could they be ours?" opponent!"

Another soldier also continued: "Yes! The whole of Russia is like a shabby house, crumbling. As long as we lightly kick on the door frame, they will collapse!"

When the soldier said these words, Jérôme Bonaparte felt a sense of familiarity coming over him. He suddenly realized that these words seemed to be what the head of state of a certain country said when he attacked the Soviet Union!

After ninety years, something unexpected happened in advance!

Oh shit! I became Hitler!

Jerome Bonaparte couldn't help but cursed secretly, he didn't want to be the guy who committed suicide in the bunker.

Facts have proved that anyone who underestimates Russia will definitely be defeated by Russia.

The country of Russia has always given people a feeling of being decadent and backward. Their army is all Slavic animals recruited at will, their bureaucrats have only learned corruption, and their government is only slightly more inefficient than the Ottoman Empire!

But this does not mean that the Russian Empire is a fragile country. On the contrary, even if their government makes endless mistakes, they can continue to fight with their tenacious tenacity and constantly correct their mistakes during the battle. , and then defeat the opponent.

From the Napoleonic Wars to World War I and World War II, Slavs proved their resilience as livestock with practical actions.

The opponents that the Russian Empire needed to defeat were never abroad, but at home.

The way to defeat the Russian Empire is also not to completely defeat them militarily, but to instigate internal rebellion in the Russian Empire while consuming the effective strength of the Russian Empire.

Anyone who tries to rely on military force to solve a huge empire will only end up being dragged down by this huge empire.

"Do you really think so?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked the soldier with a serious expression while stirring the vegetable soup with a wooden spoon.

After feeling the aura of superiority exuding from Jerome Bonaparte's body, the expressions of several soldiers present condensed, and then they cautiously responded to Jerome Bonaparte: "Not just us, everyone Everyone thinks the Russian Empire will collapse soon! If you don’t believe me, ask them!”

After speaking, the soldier pointed to the officers who were eating around him.

"It's all nonsense!" Jerome Bonaparte frowned slightly and muttered in a low voice.

If it is true as the soldiers said, then the Imperial Army is likely to face painful lessons in the following battles.

Now it seems that Sevastopol's victory came so easily that many people underestimated the Russian Empire.

"Who are you anyway?"

The soldier's voice reached Jérôme Bonaparte's ears again. After he came to his senses, he quickly relaxed his brows and comforted the slightly nervous soldiers around him: "Didn't I just say that? I am the third division. people!"

"If you were just an ordinary soldier, you would never say what you just said!" the soldier said categorically to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Ahem...ahem, I am also concerned about the comfort of the army!" Jerome Bonaparte said casually.

"You just said your name is Jérôme Palio, right!" The soldier continued to respond to Jérôme Bonaparte with his honorific title: "I remember that His Majesty the Emperor is called Jérôme Joseph Bonaparte, first The emperor’s nephew of our division is named Jerome Patterson… So, do you have any connection with His Majesty the Emperor?”

"It's barely a close relationship!" Jérôme Bonaparte continued to say perfunctorily.

"Then can you tell His Majesty the Emperor whether we can let our Second Division take the lead the next time we go to war!" The soldier looked at Jérôme Bonaparte with earnest eyes.

"You..." Jérôme Bonaparte was silent for a moment and then said, "Aren't you afraid?"

"Afraid? Why should we be afraid?" The soldiers looked at Jérôme Bonaparte with puzzled faces.

"Isn't death scary?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked the soldier.

"Death is indeed scary!" The soldier first admitted death, and then said with a serious face: "But more than death, we are more afraid that all our sacrifices will be ignored, and we are afraid that the glory of our ancestors will be dusted here. ! Our fathers followed the footsteps of His Majesty Napoleon and swept across the entire European continent. We, too, must follow the emperor's nephew and do what our fathers did but have not yet done!!"

Another soldier also said: "I am the son of a farmer. My grandfather once gave a leg to His Majesty the Emperor. He told me that the reason why our family is what we are today is all due to His Majesty's original policies!

Therefore, my grandfather and father believed that the emperor's nephew would never abandon their loyal peasants! "

Jérôme Bonaparte's face showed a touch of emotion, what kind of loyalty this is!

Thinking of this, Jerome Bonaparte said to them firmly: "Don't worry! I will respond to your wishes to the emperor!"

After saying that, Jerome Bonaparte drank the vegetable soup that was almost cold, then stood up and left the army canteen.

"Look at that person! Does he look like the same person?" An officer sitting in the military canteen said, elbowing his friend next to him.

"Who?" The officer raised his head with a puzzled expression, and then looked in the direction of his finger.

When he saw Jérôme Bonaparte's face, the hand holding the wooden spoon shook slightly, and then he said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty!"

After speaking, he lowered his voice and asked urgently: "Is this your Majesty?"

"I don't know!" The officer shook his head, and then changed the subject and said, "However, I heard that His Majesty the Emperor has arrived in Constantinople!"

"That should be right!"

In this way, shortly after Jérôme Bonaparte left, a rumor about His Majesty the Emperor's presence in the restaurant spread in the military hospital.

After leaving the restaurant, Jerome Bonaparte strolled through the corridors of the hospital until he met Vernia again.

"Where did you go?" Wilnia asked in a low voice.

"The canteen!" Jérôme Bonaparte replied matter-of-factly.

"What are you doing in the cafeteria?" Wilnia looked at him doubtfully.

"What else can you do?" Jérôme Bonaparte spread his hands and responded to Vernia: "Eating! However, the lunch in the cafeteria is really...how can I say it! Special!"

"How about I take you out to eat?" Vernia asked Jerome Bonaparte again.

"No need!" Jérôme Bonaparte shook his head and refused: "I'm full now! By the way, which injection has Marshal Saint-Arnaud received today?"

"The second injection has just been given!" Wilnia replied.

"Then you go to eat first! I'm going to talk to Marshal Arnault!" Jerome Bonaparte responded to Vernia.

"Yeah!" Wilnia nodded and looked for Shuyuan www. zhaoshuyuan.com then told Jérôme Bonaparte not to chat for too long, as Marshal Saint-Arnaud also needed to rest.

"Got it!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, then stretched out his hand and said: "By the way, give me a mask!"

[PS: Masks are also a product enforced by Jérôme Bonaparte and Louis Pasteur. Due to substandard technology, the quality of the gauze masks is not very good, and they are also extremely thick! 】

"What do you want a mask for?" Wilnia asked as he took out a mask from his pocket.

"Do you think I will be recognized by others when I walk through the hospital like this?" Jérôme Bonaparte replied with a smile.

Vernia handed the mask to Jerome Bonaparte, and after putting on the mask, he quickly went to the ward where Marshal St. Arnaud was.

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