Make France Great Again

"Marshal, the French army seems to be showing a spirit of blind optimism now!"

Entering the room, Jerome Bonaparte frowned and said to Marshal Saint-Arnaud seriously.

"Your Majesty, where did you get this news?" Marshal Saint-Arnaud was stunned for a moment, and then asked.

"Just now, when I went to the hospital restaurant!" Jérôme Bonaparte told Marshal Saint-Arnaud what happened in the restaurant.

After listening to Jérôme Bonaparte's story about the causes and consequences, Marshal Saint-Arnault felt a little dissatisfied. In his opinion, the achievements of the French army in the Crimean Peninsula were obvious to all, and it was natural for the army to feel proud. It should be true, Jérôme Bonaparte's actions were really a bit surprising.

However, even though Marshal Saint-Arnaud thought that the emperor was making a fuss out of a molehill, he still showed a serious analysis expression on his face.

"Your Majesty, in my opinion, the canteen soldiers are just an example and do not represent the entire French army!" Marshal Saint-Arnault replied to Jerome Bonaparte, "Please believe that this army was created by you. Army!"

"It's not that I don't believe in the army!" Jérôme Bonaparte quickly explained: "I just think that under this blind optimism, our army may suffer setbacks! We just defeated Russia in Crimea. The troops on the peninsula did not defeat the entire Russian Empire! Nicholas I was still able to mobilize all the Russian troops in his southern front troops to the Crimean Peninsula to fight with us!"

Jérôme Bonaparte's worries were not unreasonable. According to intelligence from the French Navy, in recent times, the Russian Empire's troops in the Caucasus and Bessarabia have been sending a steady stream of troops to the Crimean Peninsula. Direction collection.

"Your Majesty, how about I go to the Crimean Peninsula in person and warn them to be cautious!" Marshal St. Arnaud said eagerly. Now he does not want to stay in the military hospital for a moment.

"I think you should just stay in the hospital!" Jerome Bonaparte didn't understand Marshal Saint-Arnaud's little thoughts, but he didn't want Marshal Saint-Arnaud to return to the Crimean Peninsula. .

The reason why Jerome Bonaparte did not want Marshal Saint-Arnault to go to the Crimean Peninsula was because of the following reasons:

First, after Marshal Saint-Arnaud returns to the Crimean Peninsula, whether the command of the Crimean Peninsula should belong to Saint-Arnaud or to Pelissier, Jérôme Bonaparte clearly remembers it. The telegram conveying command given to him by Marshal Saint-Arnaud.

Secondly, Marshal Saint-Arnaud's body was already in an advanced stage. If something happened in Crimea, Jérôme Bonaparte would feel even more guilty.

Third, and most importantly, Jérôme Bonaparte also wanted to go to the Crimean Peninsula.

"Your Majesty, I..." Marshal Saint-Arnaud wanted to say something, but suddenly a sharp pain came from his abdomen. He quickly covered his abdomen with a painful expression.

Jérôme Bonaparte's expression also changed when he saw this. He stood up suddenly and ran to the door quickly and shouted: "Come quickly!"

The two doctors walking in the corridor quickly came to Jerome Bonaparte's face after hearing his call.

When they saw clearly that it was Jérôme Bonaparte calling, they immediately responded: "Your Majesty!"

"Huh? It's you!" Jérôme Bonaparte looked at the two doctors in front of him in surprise. They were the same two doctors he met before: "No matter! Come in and take a look!"

After saying that, Jérôme Bonaparte turned aside to leave a passage for the two doctors to pass through.

The two doctors immediately entered the room. After groping Marshal Saint-Arnaud's body for a while, they turned to Jérôme Bonaparte and said: "Your Majesty, you must continue the injection!"

"Then what are you waiting for! Go quickly!" Jerome Bonaparte ordered.

One of the doctors left quickly, and the other doctor kept trying to comfort Marshal Saint-Arnaud with words.

Standing aside, Jérôme Bonaparte glanced at Saint Arnaud and couldn't help but sigh silently. For a person with terminal cancer, every second he spends in this world is extremely painful.

After a while, a nurse wearing a pink nurse uniform with a tray came to Jérôme Bonaparte and gave Marshal Saint-Arnaud a subcutaneous injection.

After taking a tube of medicine, Marshal Saint-Arnaud's expression improved significantly, and the sweat on his forehead continued to fall.

"Your Majesty... I made you laugh!" Marshal Saint Arnaud said intermittently, with a bitter smile on his lips.

"It's good that you're fine!" Jérôme Bonaparte still had a smile on his face, but he knew very well in his heart that whether Saint Arnaud's body could survive until autumn was already a problem.

"Dream God" has become resistant to drugs. If the dose continues to be increased, I am afraid that Saint Arnaud will not be sent away by cancer, but also by "Dream God".

"Marshal, why don't you return to Paris! The medical equipment here is far inferior to that in Paris!" Jerome Bonaparte suggested to Marshal Saint-Arnaud.

"Your Majesty, I cannot escape death if I return to Paris in this state. It is better to stay here!" Marshal Saint-Arnault rejected Jerome Bonaparte's suggestion to return to Paris.

"Okay then!" Jérôme Bonaparte no longer insisted. The quality of medical equipment no longer had any effect on patients with advanced cancer.

Not to mention, it is still the 19th century, an era that does not even have X-rays, and Marshal St. Arnaud can only die.

"Then you have a good rest! I will leave first!" Jérôme Bonaparte decided not to disturb Marshal Saint-Arnault anymore, and he hurriedly said to Marshal Saint-Arnault.

After Jérôme Bonaparte, two doctors and a nurse closed the door of Saint-Arnault's room, Jérôme Bonaparte told them not to inject more than 50 ml of "dream" into Marshal Saint-Arnault a day. "God" potion.

"What if the Marshal is in pain?" the doctor asked Jérôme Bonaparte cautiously.

"That won't work!" Jérôme Bonaparte gritted his teeth and said, "Remember not to exceed this dose!"

"Yes!" The doctor nodded, indicating that he would definitely remember Jérôme Bonaparte's words.

Later, Jérôme Bonaparte asked them if there were many people using the "Dream God".

"It's not that much! For routine surgeries, we all use ether!" the doctor responded quickly.

"That's good! Remember! Don't give it to them unless it is absolutely necessary!" Jérôme Bonaparte warned the doctor, "This kind of thing can easily become addictive once it is inhaled. If you want to quit it by then, If so, it would be even more difficult than opium!”

"Yes! Your Majesty!" the doctor responded quickly.

"Okay, there's nothing else to do now, I'll leave first!"

After explaining everything, Jerome Bonaparte put on his mask again and prepared to leave the military hospital. "Remember to tell Vernia that I am waiting for her at the embassy! And don't tell me that you have seen me!"

The doctor nodded and said they would tell Vernia.

"Very good!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded with satisfaction and left the hospital.

Just as Jérôme Bonaparte stepped out of the gate of the military hospital, a carriage marked with the logo of Abdul Sultan (each Sultan has a specific coat of arms) stopped at the gate of the military hospital.

Immediately afterwards, Walewski jumped out of the carriage.

Jérôme Bonaparte immediately walked up to Valewski and asked: "What are you..."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Walewski immediately recognized Jerome Bonaparte under the mask. He lowered his voice and reported to Jerome Bonaparte: "His Majesty the Emperor, Abdel Mai. Sultan Jed wants to invite you to Topkapi Palace to discuss the Ottoman Empire’s next military operations!”

"Ottoman Empire's military actions?" Jérôme Bonaparte looked at Valewski in surprise, "Can't they just make the decision themselves, why are they looking for me!"

"Your Majesty, I guess they may want the cooperation of the French army!" Walewski replied to Jerome Bonaparte, "As the supreme commander of the French Empire, they should inform you! "

"Have the British people passed by?" Jérôme Bonaparte continued to ask.

Walewski nodded and said that the British Ambassador Strathford Canning was already at Topkapi Palace, and now only Jerome Bonaparte was not present!

"Looking at the formation, it's quite big!" Jérôme Bonaparte touched his chin and showed a thoughtful expression, "Okay! I might as well go over and take a look!"

After saying that, Jerome Bonaparte and Valewski got into the carriage together.

The carriage carried the two of them all the way, looking for the book garden www.zhaoshuyuan.com and soon arrived at Topkapi Palace.

As soon as they entered Topkapi Palace, Jérôme Bonaparte and Valewski met the palace manager, a black eunuch.

"His Majesty the Supreme Emperor!" The black eunuch bowed to Jérôme Bonaparte in French. "His Majesty the Great Sultan has been waiting for you for a long time! Please follow me!"

"Excuse me!" Jérôme Bonaparte responded pleasantly.

Under the guidance of the black eunuch, Jérôme Bonaparte and Walewski came to a magnificent hall. The walls of the hall were hung with portraits of successive Ottoman sultans, Abdul Meji. De sat on a throne with a portrait of himself hanging on it, and there was an empty seat next to him, which seemed to have been specially reserved for Jerome Bonaparte.

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