Make France Great Again

Just when everyone thought that the French Emperor was returning to Paris on a warship, the warship carrying Jerome Bonaparte was taking advantage of the dim moonlight to quietly sail towards Sevastopol, and In the early morning of the next day, we broke through the thick fog and arrived near Sevastopol.

The French navy, which was responsible for patrolling the waters near Sevastopol to guard against sneak attacks by the Russian Empire, immediately discovered the warship flying the French flag. The sailors on the observation deck immediately reported to the loud voice below the observation deck: "Go and report to the captain quickly. Just say that a warship flying the flag of our country is heading in our direction!"

The sailors on the deck immediately ran to the captain's office after receiving the news and reported the news to the captain.

"You said you found a warship flying our country's flag?" the captain repeated the story.

"That's right!" the sailor nodded in response.

"But, I haven't received any news of the arrival of the warship here!" The captain frowned and murmured to himself, then he raised his head again and asked the sailor: "Do you think it is Russia flying our military flag in an attempt to use it? This is a way to deceive us!"

"Your Excellency, Captain, this is not yet certain!" The sailor proposed a solution to the captain: "However, I think we can use flags to ask for their serial numbers and naval affiliations, and we can also ask why they came back here! "

The captain's eyes lit up, he patted his head and nodded repeatedly: "You are right! Do it now! Be sure to understand the number and sequence of this warship, and what is their purpose of getting here!"

"Yes!" The sailor saluted the captain and left.

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When the sailors conveyed the captain's order to the sailors on the observation deck, the sailors on the observation deck waved the flags in their hands and asked each other.

"Your Majesty, they are asking in flag language which unit we belong to and what is the purpose of coming here?" The captain of Jerome Bonaparte's warship reported to Jerome Bonaparte respectfully.

"Tell them which unit you belong to, and also tell them that you are here with a special mission!" Jérôme Bonaparte said immediately to the captain beside him.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" After the captain saluted Jérôme Bonaparte, he trotted to the mast of the observation deck and gave orders to the sailors on the mast observation deck.

The sailor waved the two flags in his hand and relayed the words of Jerome Bonaparte to the captain, all expressed in semaphore.

"The warship opposite said that they are members of the third detachment of the Mediterranean Fleet! On the order of the French Emperor, they went to Sevastopol to perform a mission!" the sailor reported to the patrol captain.

"Since we are here under the order of His Majesty the Emperor, let us go!" the captain waved his hand and said to the sailors.

"yes!"

After waiting for the sailors to leave, the captain sighed to himself and said to himself in a slightly sad tone: "The Emperor is already here, why did he leave so quickly without coming over in person? "

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"Your Majesty, the warship on the opposite side has allowed us to pass!" the captain responded to Jérôme Bonaparte.

"Then keep going!" Jerome Bonaparte said calmly.

The patrol fleet cleared a path, the warship continued to move forward, and soon entered the port of Sevastopol.

Standing on the deck of the warship, Jerome Bonaparte looked at the battleships docked in the port and the rows of bungalows in the distance, and a proud smile appeared on his lips.

In this world, no one except Jerome Bonaparte will know how difficult Sevastopol is.

Historically, Sevastopol was a veritable mill of flesh and blood. In order to capture this fortress-like city, the British and French armies "sacrificed" nearly 100,000 lives.

Of course, the vast majority of those lives did not die directly at the hands of the Russian Empire, but were harvested by cholera and cold.

Today's coalition forces no longer need to forcefully attack here with various debuff bonuses. They only need to quietly stay in Sevastopol and wait for the arrival of the Russian Imperial Army.

Just when Jérôme Bonaparte was proud of his small contribution, Marshal Regno's voice appeared in Jérôme Bonaparte's ears: "Your Majesty, it's time for us to disembark!"

"Okay!" Jérôme, who came back to his senses, nodded, and then he, Marshal Renault and Richard Metternich took a small boat and slowly docked to the shore.

At this time, Leboeuf, the chief quartermaster of the French Expeditionary Force, who was counting equipment in the port warehouse, received a report from the soldiers at the port dock.

"Go and report to Commander Pellissier immediately!" Leboeuf immediately ordered the soldiers.

"Your Majesty General, aren't you going?" the soldier responded to Leboeuf.

"I'm going to the dock to meet the special envoy! You can go there by yourself!" Leboeuf said as he ran towards the port dock.

When Leboeuf was about to arrive at the port terminal, the scene before him almost gave him a feeling of cardiac arrest.

The person standing at the pier is a special envoy, he is obviously the emperor himself!

who I am? where am I? Why did the emperor appear here?

Leboeuf's eyes were dull, his mind was blank, and his steps gradually slowed down.

Jerome Bonaparte on the dock also noticed Leboeuf. He waved to Leboeuf and said: "Leboeuf!"

Leboeuf, who heard the shouts of His Majesty the Emperor, immediately came to his senses. He hurriedly ran in the direction of Jerome Bonaparte, and soon came to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Your Majesty, Marshal Rennault!" Leboeuf straightened his body and shouted to them in a sonorous tone.

Jérôme Bonaparte looked at Leboeuf carefully, then squatted down.

"Your Majesty!" Surprised expressions appeared on the faces of the people around him.

I saw Jérôme Bonaparte re-tying the lace-up leather boots that Leboeuf wore on his feet, then stood up, patted Leboeuf on the shoulder and said kindly: "You are also a general of the empire. Pay more attention to your grooming!”

"Your Majesty!" LeBoeuf had a moved expression on his face, and his voice was choked as he said, "I..."

"Stop doing this!" Jérôme Bonaparte pretended to look disgusted and joked: "You are not a child. Don't cry easily! A crying general will not convince others!"

"Yes!" Leboeuf put away his emotional side and replied with a soldier's iron-blooded attitude.

"Okay! Take me to the headquarters!" Jerome Bonaparte ordered Leboeuf.

Leboeuf and Jérôme Bonaparte walked and chatted under the watchful eyes of the soldiers near the port, and soon arrived near the French headquarters.

At this moment, Jérôme Patterson, who served as the adjutant to the commander of the French Expeditionary Force, and Canrobert, the deputy commander of the expeditionary force, had just stepped out of the headquarters gate.

When they saw Jérôme Bonaparte and Marshal Reignaud accompanied by Leboeuf in the distance, their minds were also blank.

"Paterson, Canrobert!" Jerome Bonaparte waved to Jerome Paterson and Canrobert.

Canrobert, who reacted quickly, whispered to the confused Jerome Patterson, and the two of them jogged to the front of Jerome Bonaparte.

"Your Majesty x 2!" Jerome Patterson and Canrobert shouted to Jerome Bonaparte in unison.

Jérôme Bonaparte looked at the two men up and down, "General Canrobert!"

"My subordinates are here!" Canrobert saluted Jérôme Bonaparte with a military salute.

"You are thinner than before!" Jérôme Bonaparte reached out and patted Canrobert on the shoulder, saying in a friendly tone, "Thank you for your hard work!"

"For the empire!" Conrobel responded firmly.

Then, Jerome Bonaparte glanced at his nephew again. He nodded with satisfaction and said, "Patterson, the training in the army has made you more mature than before!"

Jerome Patterson did not speak, but saluted a military salute to Jerome Bonaparte.

"That's right! Where is our Marshal Pellissier? It's my fault that I came all the way here to hand him his marshal's scepter!" Jérôme Bonaparte asked Kang in a mocking tone. Robert and Jérôme Patterson.

"Your Majesty, because Commander Pelissier did not know that you arrived today, he is now supervising the defenses of Sevastopol!" Canrobert hurriedly explained to Pelissier, "I will send someone to take Pelissier immediately. Commander, please come here!"

"No!" Jérôme Bonaparte raised his hand to stop him: "We'd better give our great hero Commander Pelissier a surprise at the headquarters!"

After saying that, Jerome Bonaparte and Regnaud entered the expeditionary force headquarters. Canrobert and Jerome Patterson had no choice but to follow Jerome Bonaparte into the headquarters.

While supervising the construction of fortifications at Inkerman Mountain a few kilometers away from the headquarters of the French Expeditionary Force, find Shuyuan www.zhaｏshuyuan. com Accompanying him during the inspection on Inkerman Mountain was Commander Raglan of the British Expeditionary Force... No, it should be said Field Marshal Raglan.

"Hey! I really don't know when we will have to wait until we can truly defeat the Russian Empire!" Standing on the top of Inkerman Mountain, overlooking the small bastions and trenches on the mountainside, Commander Raglan couldn't help but sigh.

He really couldn't understand why the French Emperor had to let his army build fortifications in Sevastopol to wait for the arrival of the Russian Empire.

Will the Russian Empire really hit its head on the fortifications and get bloody?

I'm afraid not!

"Soon!" Pelissier looked into the distance and said without any doubt: "According to the intelligence from the Tatar cavalry, the current commander of the Russian Empire, Gorchakov, is stepping up his army training near Perekop!"

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