Make France Great Again

Jérôme Bonaparte continued to chat with the captain for a long time, until the cargo ship was unloaded and ready to return to the port of Marseilles, the captain confessed to Jerome Bonaparte and left.

Jerome Bonaparte, who was sitting alone by the cabin window, stared blankly at the blue water, feeling a little more uneasy and restless in his heart.

This is completely different from his state of mind when he was in London and Rome.

"Can I really lead them to victory?" Jerome Bonaparte couldn't help murmuring in a low voice. He couldn't help but think of the scene in front of his cousin's window. He promised his cousin that Bonaparte's The eagle flag flies in France.

"I have no way out!" Jerome Bonaparte's eyes changed from confusion to firmness.

Now he carries the dreams of too many people, and he has no right to give up willfully.

The Bonaparte family either became the ruling family of France or it was nothing.

It was already 6:30 in the afternoon.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on the firm face of Jerome Bonaparte through the cabin window, and the cargo ship carrying the prince's ambition rushed out of the port of Civitavecchia.

After sailing overnight, the cargo ship arrived at the sea area less than 5 nautical miles from the port of Marseille at around 7:00 the next morning.

A slight sea breeze blew up the sail on the mast, and the gentle waves were split by the keel to form a beautiful white trace, and the side boards made a "pop" sound due to impact.

In the "musical score" intertwined with wind and waves, Jerome Bonaparte, wearing a black tunic and wearing a jeweled command knife on his waist, gradually walked from the captain's room to the bow deck.

A head of flowing blond hair was blown by the sea breeze, and all the crew members on the ship turned their eyes to Jerome Bonaparte.

After a while, they looked at Jerome Bonaparte as if they had seen a ghost.

The captain opened his mouth even more in surprise, and relied on his vocal cords to say: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Jerome Bonaparte smiled slightly, he embraced the air with open arms and his tone was full of pride and pride: "France, I'm back!"

"Your Majesty!" The captain's voice became louder, and he admitted that Jerome Bonaparte's attire was too similar to the emperor in the portrait.

It's really hard to spot the difference between the two without looking carefully.

"En!" Jérôme Bonaparte nodded to the captain. He painstakingly made the coat that his uncle wore back then, uncle, in order to give people the illusion that the emperor is back.

Here he still wants to thank his cheap daddy.

If he hadn't made himself similar to his uncle, he might have to follow the route of his cousin.

Everyone would say that he was the emperor's nephew, unlike now, needless to say, others would subconsciously regard him as his uncle.

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At this time, on the platform of Fort Saint-Jean in the Port of Marseille, a large group of people were standing there with solemn expressions, staring at the sea with uniform eyes.

They were all dressed in formal suits and top hats, with dignified attitudes, as if they were going to meet the monarch.

Standing at the head of the line was Fleury, and next to him was Rouet, member of the French National Assembly.

Looking at the endless sea in front of him, with no sign of a ship on the horizon, Roue asked Fleury, "Mr. Fleury, did His Majesty really disembark at the port of Marseilles today?"

Fleury glanced at Rue and said calmly: "Since Captain Letty said that His Majesty will arrive today, His Majesty will definitely arrive!"

"I'm just a little worried, in case something unexpected happens in the middle... our plan..." Rue expressed his concerns.

"Don't worry! There will be no accidents, I believe God will bless Your Majesty!" Fleury said firmly.

Looking at Fleury's determined expression, Rouet stopped talking, and he still prayed in his heart that Jerome Bonaparte would come sooner.

"Look! There's a ship coming here!"

I don't know which one of the crowd made the sound, but everyone looked at the sea.

On the horizon, a cargo ship is slowly approaching the port of Marseille.

"It must be His Majesty's ship!" Fleury said excitedly.

Or maybe an ordinary cargo ship!

Rouet, who was standing aside, muttered something in his heart, but his face still showed the same excited expression as Fleury.

As the cargo ship gradually entered the range of Chateau d'If, many people gathered on the platform of Fort Saint-Jean to join in the fun.

Whenever a cargo ship comes into port, these guys are on the platform watching.

More than half an hour later, the cargo ship gradually stopped at the periphery of Marseille port.

A small boat belonging to the navigator was lowered from the cargo ship, and 5 people could be vaguely seen on the small boat, two of whom should be sailors.

The small boat passed through the narrow river, and soon came to the platform of Fort Saint-Jean.

When the boat arrived at the platform of Fort Saint-Jean, the people on the platform looked at the three people on the boat as if they were possessed.

"Subjects of the Empire, how are you?" A cordial greeting seemed to come to the people of Marseille Port across time and space, bringing the residents of Marseille Port back to the imperial period.

Is His Majesty the Emperor really recovered?

The feelings of the residents of Marseille Port simply cannot be expressed in needs.

Although they are the sphere of influence of the traditional royalist party, how could they calm down when a real legendary figure came to them.

"Long live Bonaparte! Long live the Empire!"

Just when everyone was shocked by the "counterfeit" in front of them, Rouai seized the opportunity and shouted hard.

The members of Bonaparte who reacted also shouted hysterically, "Long live Bonaparte, long live the Empire!"

This kind of fanaticism successfully drove the residents on the platform of Fort Saint-Jean, and they also spontaneously shouted "Long live the Empire!"

The sound of hundreds of people shouting in unison alerted the police who were executing near the platform of Fort Saint-Jean.

Fearing that it might be a mass riot, the police cautiously approached the platform of Fort Saint-Jean.

Jerome Bonaparte, dressed in the same costume as his uncle, disembarked amidst the shouts of the crowd. He deliberately lowered his voice to make it more contagious: "My fellow Marseilles, my name is Jerome Bonaparte, Napoleon Napoleon. Your Majesty is my uncle! Today I am not here for the Empire, but for the Republic!"

As soon as Jerome Bonaparte finished speaking, the crowd shouted Long live Bonaparte again.

Jerome Bonaparte suppressed and continued: "I know that you are all the best citizens of the Republic, and you have a lot to say to me, but my friend and I are very tired now, can we make room first? the way!"

With the help of the police who came after hearing the news, everyone on the platform made way for Jerome Bonaparte to leave the platform of Fort Saint-Jean.