Make France Great Again

"Please express my apologies to Marshal Bijou and those French patriots who are fighting on the front line! I am also very willing to have some exchanges with them, but you know that in my current capacity, I am afraid it will cause some concerns from the authorities. Unnecessary unnecessary misunderstanding!"

Jérôme Bonaparte, who thought for a moment, still rejected this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. Winning the army was only Jérôme Bonaparte's goal in the second stage, and the goal in the first stage must be to ensure a smooth transition. Second general election.

The essence of the French army is to help whoever wins, so he doesn't have to worry about finding people loyal to him after he wins the election.

There is never a shortage of speculators in this world. As long as he sits in the Elysee Palace, those speculators will continue to move closer to the center of power.

Always support the Élysée, and who supported who at the Élysée remains a universal truth in 19th-century France.

"Your Excellency, are you disrespecting the marshal?" the attendant asked in a bad tone.

No one would be in a better mood after being rejected continuously, especially someone like this who stayed in the barracks with Marshal Biruo all the year round.

"Mr. Attendant, I think I have made it very clear!" Jerome Bonaparte rebuffed with a strong attitude without caring for the attendant: "The army of the Republic should fight to defend the interests of the Republic, and the army of the Republic should fight to defend the interests of the Republic. It’s not about setting up a small group in private to do some shitty things! You have to be worthy of the military uniform you wear on your body, and worthy of every penny the taxpayers say on you!”

"you……"

Jerome Bonaparte's eccentric attitude completely angered the attendant. He clenched his fist and took half a step forward. Seeing this, Jerome Bonaparte also slightly moved his left foot forward and made a gesture. The fighting posture of the vice-combatant, for a while, the whole room was filled with a tense posture. Pessini, who was standing aside, was also a little at a loss, but he still slowly approached Jerome Bonaparte and Marshal Bijo's attendant. A two-to-one situation has formed.

Time flowed slowly during the game, and half a minute later, the attendant let go of his hand and said to Jerome Bonaparte with hostility: "If you are my soldier, I will definitely use my The boot kicks your ass hard!"

Jerome Bonaparte also responded: "If you were my servant, you would be fired on the day you took office! How can a person like you change!"

The attendant didn't have the heart to talk to Jerome Bonaparte anymore. In his opinion, Jerome Bonaparte was a guy who used his title as the emperor's nephew to be unscrupulous, a complete fake.

"Since His Excellency the Prince is unwilling, then I have no choice but to inform Marshal Biruo of this news!" The attendant turned and left after finishing speaking.

"Who made you go!" Jerome Bonaparte yelled at the attendant military officer who was about to leave like a bell.

The attendant military officer who was about to leave was instantly shocked by Jerome Bonaparte's roar, and the anger in his heart was also provoked by the roar.

When the enraged aide-de-camp turned to face Jerome Bonaparte, his anger was instantly extinguished by Jerome Bonaparte's lion-like eyes.

This demeanor, this tone of voice...the emperor was exactly the same back then.

The attendant who was lucky enough to see the emperor go out to battle couldn't help recalling the scene when the emperor visited his hometown. He was only 7 years old at the time. forget.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." The attendant couldn't help shouting at Jerome Bonaparte in a trembling voice.

Jerome Bonaparte was stunned by the attendant's shout. He looked at the attendant and said coldly: "Sir, your words and actions offended me just now! I need you to apologize for your words and actions just now!"

"I..." The attendant opened his mouth but couldn't utter the words to refute all the way.

The emperor-like appearance had made him unable to resist it at all.

At this time, he couldn't help but secretly regret why he hadn't set his position properly just now.

"I'm sorry... I offended you! Your Excellency the Prince!" the attendant said to Jerome Bonaparte in a low voice, but there was no trace of resentment in his heart, and even a little secret joy.

Perhaps only the Bonaparte family can lead them back to the top.

In the eyes of the attendants, the image of Jerome Bonaparte overlapped with the influence of the emperor back then, and there was a trace of fanaticism in his eyes that only a convert could have.

"I forgive you!" Jerome Bonaparte said "magnanimously", and then added: "Mr. Officer, please tell me your name!"

"Alfondo Bedo!" The attendant stood upright, pronounced his name clearly, and then continued: "At present, I am the deputy of Marshal Bijo and the commander of the First Division of the Italian Front Army!"

Jerome Bonaparte recalled the name of Alfondo Bedo in his mind, he seemed to have seen this name somewhere.

After thinking about it for a few seconds, Jerome Bonaparte finally remembered.

Isn't the guy in front of him the guy who served as Marshal Bijot's deputy to suppress Paris during the February Revolution? It seems that he and Bijou, the two unlucky guys, were abandoned by Paris in Lyon.

Although he felt a little disdainful towards Alfondo Bedeau, an outcast in Paris, Jerome Bonaparte still looked at Alfondo Bedeau in a look of surprise.

"This general..."

"Just call me Bedo!"

Alfondo Bedo's flattered expression made Jerome Bonaparte wonder if this guy in front of him was the legendary Shaker M.

"General Beido, please tell Marshal Bijou! I regret not being able to attend the banquet. I will definitely visit Marshal Bijou in person next time! Marshal Bijou's stage should not be in Lyon, he should be in Paris!" Hot Roma Bonaparte almost nakedly made a bad promise to Alfondo Beddo.

"Paris……"

Thinking of being able to return to Paris, the center of power, Alfondo Bedeau felt hot inside, and he hurriedly told Jerome Bonaparte that he would definitely tell Marshal Bijou what Jérôme Bonaparte had said.

After Alfondo Bedo left, Jerome Bonaparte called Eugene Roue over again, and told Eugene Roue about Alfondo Bedo just now.

"Your Majesty, you have done a very good job! Now we cannot get involved in anything other than elections!" Eugène Roue complimented Jérôme Bonaparte's measures.