Chapter 621: The dangers of the French army
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Just when Jerome Bonaparte fell into self-doubt, a soldier on the side asked enthusiastically which army Jerome Bonaparte belonged to and what it was called!
"Hmm! Actually I'm..." Jerome Bonaparte hesitated for a moment, then responded, "I'm from the Third Division, Second Brigade, Third Regiment, and my name is Jerome Parry. Europe!"
When Jerome Bonaparte finished saying this, several soldiers sitting around him cast envious glances at him at the same time: "So you are a member of the guard division!"
"That's right!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, then tore off a piece of brown bread and chewed it in his mouth. He asked curiously, "What happened to the guard?"
"It's nothing!" The soldiers shook their heads, and one of them patted Jerome Bonaparte on the shoulder and said to him in the tone of a senior: "I didn't expect that your physique could also be selected for the guard division! Look! Isn't the standard of coming to the guard division as high as you imagined?"
"Luck! Luck!" Jerome Bonaparte smiled and waved his hand in response to the soldier.
"Hey! We would be lucky if we had your luck!" Another soldier sighed and complained in a low voice, "Now your guard division is in the limelight! Especially your division commander, Perlisier, I listen. It is said that the domestic newspapers are about to tout him as the second Marshal of Sirte! Once he takes over the position of Marshal of Saint Arnault, you will naturally follow the tide!"
"That's what I said!" Jerome Bonaparte asked, pretending to be curious.
"What else can I say! After Perissier takes over as Marshal Saint Arnault as the commander of the expeditionary force, war will inevitably be indispensable! Once the war begins, your third division will naturally be reused! At that time, buddy, you can be promoted directly. It's over!" The soldier responded in a snarky tone.
"This..." Jerome Bonaparte scratched his head and retorted: "War is not an outing! How can you win casually!"
"Dude, I really don't know how you got into the third division!" The soldier responded to Jerome Bonaparte in a hateful tone: "With those soldiers in the hands of Russia, how could it be ours? opponent!"
Another soldier also continued: "Yeah! The whole of Russia is like a broken house, crumbling, just need us to kick the door frame lightly and they will collapse!"
When the soldier said this sentence, Jerome Bonaparte felt a sense of familiarity, and he suddenly realized that this sentence seemed to be said by the head of state of a certain country when he attacked the Soviets!
After 90 years, something happened ahead of schedule!
Oh shit! I have become Hitler!
Jerome Bonaparte couldn't help but cursed, he didn't want to be the guy who committed suicide in the bunker.
It turns out that anyone who underestimates Russia is bound to be defeated by Russia.
The country of Russia has always felt decadent and backward. Their army is Slavic animals that are recruited at will, and their bureaucrats have only learned about corruption and corruption. Their government is only inefficient. It is better than the Ottoman Empire!
But this does not mean that the Russian Empire is a fragile country. On the contrary, even if their government has made endless mistakes, they can continue to fight with tenacious tenacity and constantly correct mistakes during the battle. , and then defeat the opponent.
From the Napoleonic Wars to World War I to World War II, the Slavs proved their resilience as livestock with action.
The opponents that the Russian Empire had to overcome were never abroad, but at home.
The way to defeat the Russian Empire is also not to defeat them completely militarily, but to instigate an internal rebellion of the Russian Empire while consuming the effective strength of the Russian Empire.
Anyone who tries to solve the huge empire by military means will only be dragged down by this huge empire in the end.
"Do you really think so?" Jerome Bonaparte asked the soldier with a serious expression while stirring the vegetable soup with a wooden spoon.
After feeling the aura of superiors emanating from Jerome Bonaparte's body, the expressions of several soldiers present condensed, and then they cautiously responded to Jerome Bonaparte: "Not only us, everyone They all think the Russian Empire will collapse soon! Ask them if you don't believe me!"
After speaking, the soldier pointed at the officers around him who were eating.
"It's nonsense!" Jerome Bonaparte frowned slightly and muttered in a low voice.
If it's what the soldiers say, there's a good chance the Imperial Army will face a hard lesson in the battle that follows.
Now it seems that the victory of Sevastopol is so easy that many people underestimate the Russian Empire.
"Who are you?"
The soldier's voice reached Jerome Bonaparte's ears again, and when he came back to his senses, he quickly eased his brows and reassured the slightly nervous soldiers around him, "Didn't I say it just now? I'm the third division. people!"
"If you were just an ordinary soldier, you would never have said what you just said!" The soldier said decisively to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Cough...cough, I am also concerned about the comfort of the army!" Jerome Bonaparte said casually.
"You said just now that your name is Jerome Palio, right!" The soldier continued to respond to Jerome Bonaparte with his honorific title: "I remember that His Majesty the Emperor is called Jerome Joseph Bonaparte, the first The emperor's nephew of the teacher is called Jerome Patterson... So, do you have any connection with His Majesty the Emperor?"
"It's barely a relationship!" Jerome Bonaparte continued with a perfunctory sentence.
"Then can you tell His Majesty the Emperor, next time you go to battle, can you let our Second Division take the lead!" The soldier looked at Jerome Bonaparte with earnest eyes.
"You..." Jerome Bonaparte said after a moment of silence, "Aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid? Why should we be afraid?" said the soldiers, looking at Jerome Bonaparte with a puzzled expression.
"Isn't death scary?" Jerome Bonaparte asked the soldier.
"Death is really 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 in the footsteps of His Majesty Napoleon and swept the entire European continent, and we, too, have to follow the emperor's nephew to do what our fathers did in the past, but have not yet done it!!"
Another soldier also said: "I am the son of a peasant. My grandfather once gave a leg to His Majesty the Emperor. He told me that the reason why our family is today is all because of His Majesty's original policy!
So the grandfather and father believed that the emperor's nephew would not abandon their loyal peasants! "
Jerome Bonaparte's face showed a touch of emotion, what kind of loyalty!
Thinking of this, Jerome Bonaparte said to them firmly: "Don't worry! I will respond to your wishes to the emperor!"
After speaking, Jerome Bonaparte drank the vegetable soup that was about to cool, and then got up and left the army canteen.
"Look at that person! Does it look like a person!" An officer sitting in the army cafeteria said with his elbow on his friend beside him.
"Who?" The officer raised his head with a puzzled expression, and then looked in the direction of his fingers.
When he saw Jerome Bonaparte's face, the hand holding the wooden spoon trembled slightly, and then said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty!"
After speaking, he lowered his voice and asked urgently, "This is Your Majesty!"
"I don't know!" The officer shook his head, 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, not long after Jerome Bonaparte left, a rumor about His Majesty the Emperor's presence in the restaurant spread in the military hospital.
Jerome Bonaparte, who had left the restaurant, wandered the corridors of the hospital until he met Virnia again.
"Where did you go?" Virnia asked in a low voice.
"The cafeteria!" Jerome Bonaparte answered rightly.
"What are you doing in the cafeteria?" Virnia looked at him suspiciously.
"What else can I do?" Jerome Bonaparte spread his hands and responded to Virnia: "Eat! However, the lunch in the cafeteria is really... how can I say it! It's special!"
"Would you like me to take you out to eat?" Vernia asked Jerome Bonaparte again.
"Forget it!" Jerome Bonaparte shook his head and refused: "I'm full now! By the way, how many injections did Marshal Saint Arnault have today?"
"The second shot has just been finished!" Vernia replied~www.novelhall.com~ Then you go to eat first! I'm going to talk to Marshal Arno! ' Jerome Bonaparte responded to Vernia.
"Yeah!" Vernia nodded, and then told Jerome Bonaparte not to chat for too long, Marshal Saint Arnault also needed to rest.
"Got it!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, then stretched out his hand and said, "By the way, give me a mask!"
[ps: The mask is also a product forced by Jérôme Bonaparte and Louis Pasteur. The quality of the gauze mask is not very good due to the substandard technology, and it is especially thick! 】
"What do you want a mask for!" Virnia asked while taking out a mask from his pocket.
"Do you think I'll be recognized when I walk through the hospital like this?" Jerome Bonaparte replied with a smile.
Virnia gave the mask to Jerome Bonaparte, and with the mask on, he hurried to the ward where Marshal Saint Arnault was.
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Just when Jerome Bonaparte fell into self-doubt, a soldier on the side asked enthusiastically which army Jerome Bonaparte belonged to and what it was called!
"Hmm! Actually I'm..." Jerome Bonaparte hesitated for a moment, then responded, "I'm from the Third Division, Second Brigade, Third Regiment, and my name is Jerome Parry. Europe!"
When Jerome Bonaparte finished saying this, several soldiers sitting around him cast envious glances at him at the same time: "So you are a member of the guard division!"
"That's right!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, then tore off a piece of brown bread and chewed it in his mouth. He asked curiously, "What happened to the guard?"
"It's nothing!" The soldiers shook their heads, and one of them patted Jerome Bonaparte on the shoulder and said to him in the tone of a senior: "I didn't expect that your physique could also be selected for the guard division! Look! Isn't the standard of coming to the guard division as high as you imagined?"
"Luck! Luck!" Jerome Bonaparte smiled and waved his hand in response to the soldier.
"Hey! We would be lucky if we had your luck!" Another soldier sighed and complained in a low voice, "Now your guard division is in the limelight! Especially your division commander, Perlisier, I listen. It is said that the domestic newspapers are about to tout him as the second Marshal of Sirte! Once he takes over the position of Marshal of Saint Arnault, you will naturally follow the tide!"
"That's what I said!" Jerome Bonaparte asked, pretending to be curious.
"What else can I say! After Perissier takes over as Marshal Saint Arnault as the commander of the expeditionary force, war will inevitably be indispensable! Once the war begins, your third division will naturally be reused! At that time, buddy, you can be promoted directly. It's over!" The soldier responded in a snarky tone.
"This..." Jerome Bonaparte scratched his head and retorted: "War is not an outing! How can you win casually!"
"Dude, I really don't know how you got into the third division!" The soldier responded to Jerome Bonaparte in a hateful tone: "With those soldiers in the hands of Russia, how could it be ours? opponent!"
Another soldier also continued: "Yeah! The whole of Russia is like a broken house, crumbling, just need us to kick the door frame lightly and they will collapse!"
When the soldier said this sentence, Jerome Bonaparte felt a sense of familiarity, and he suddenly realized that this sentence seemed to be said by the head of state of a certain country when he attacked the Soviets!
After 90 years, something happened ahead of schedule!
Oh shit! I have become Hitler!
Jerome Bonaparte couldn't help but cursed, he didn't want to be the guy who committed suicide in the bunker.
It turns out that anyone who underestimates Russia is bound to be defeated by Russia.
The country of Russia has always felt decadent and backward. Their army is Slavic animals that are recruited at will, and their bureaucrats have only learned about corruption and corruption. Their government is only inefficient. It is better than the Ottoman Empire!
But this does not mean that the Russian Empire is a fragile country. On the contrary, even if their government has made endless mistakes, they can continue to fight with tenacious tenacity and constantly correct mistakes during the battle. , and then defeat the opponent.
From the Napoleonic Wars to World War I to World War II, the Slavs proved their resilience as livestock with action.
The opponents that the Russian Empire had to overcome were never abroad, but at home.
The way to defeat the Russian Empire is also not to defeat them completely militarily, but to instigate an internal rebellion of the Russian Empire while consuming the effective strength of the Russian Empire.
Anyone who tries to solve the huge empire by military means will only be dragged down by this huge empire in the end.
"Do you really think so?" Jerome Bonaparte asked the soldier with a serious expression while stirring the vegetable soup with a wooden spoon.
After feeling the aura of superiors emanating from Jerome Bonaparte's body, the expressions of several soldiers present condensed, and then they cautiously responded to Jerome Bonaparte: "Not only us, everyone They all think the Russian Empire will collapse soon! Ask them if you don't believe me!"
After speaking, the soldier pointed at the officers around him who were eating.
"It's nonsense!" Jerome Bonaparte frowned slightly and muttered in a low voice.
If it's what the soldiers say, there's a good chance the Imperial Army will face a hard lesson in the battle that follows.
Now it seems that the victory of Sevastopol is so easy that many people underestimate the Russian Empire.
"Who are you?"
The soldier's voice reached Jerome Bonaparte's ears again, and when he came back to his senses, he quickly eased his brows and reassured the slightly nervous soldiers around him, "Didn't I say it just now? I'm the third division. people!"
"If you were just an ordinary soldier, you would never have said what you just said!" The soldier said decisively to Jerome Bonaparte.
"Cough...cough, I am also concerned about the comfort of the army!" Jerome Bonaparte said casually.
"You said just now that your name is Jerome Palio, right!" The soldier continued to respond to Jerome Bonaparte with his honorific title: "I remember that His Majesty the Emperor is called Jerome Joseph Bonaparte, the first The emperor's nephew of the teacher is called Jerome Patterson... So, do you have any connection with His Majesty the Emperor?"
"It's barely a relationship!" Jerome Bonaparte continued with a perfunctory sentence.
"Then can you tell His Majesty the Emperor, next time you go to battle, can you let our Second Division take the lead!" The soldier looked at Jerome Bonaparte with earnest eyes.
"You..." Jerome Bonaparte said after a moment of silence, "Aren't you afraid?"
"Afraid? Why should we be afraid?" said the soldiers, looking at Jerome Bonaparte with a puzzled expression.
"Isn't death scary?" Jerome Bonaparte asked the soldier.
"Death is really 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 in the footsteps of His Majesty Napoleon and swept the entire European continent, and we, too, have to follow the emperor's nephew to do what our fathers did in the past, but have not yet done it!!"
Another soldier also said: "I am the son of a peasant. My grandfather once gave a leg to His Majesty the Emperor. He told me that the reason why our family is today is all because of His Majesty's original policy!
So the grandfather and father believed that the emperor's nephew would not abandon their loyal peasants! "
Jerome Bonaparte's face showed a touch of emotion, what kind of loyalty!
Thinking of this, Jerome Bonaparte said to them firmly: "Don't worry! I will respond to your wishes to the emperor!"
After speaking, Jerome Bonaparte drank the vegetable soup that was about to cool, and then got up and left the army canteen.
"Look at that person! Does it look like a person!" An officer sitting in the army cafeteria said with his elbow on his friend beside him.
"Who?" The officer raised his head with a puzzled expression, and then looked in the direction of his fingers.
When he saw Jerome Bonaparte's face, the hand holding the wooden spoon trembled slightly, and then said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty!"
After speaking, he lowered his voice and asked urgently, "This is Your Majesty!"
"I don't know!" The officer shook his head, 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, not long after Jerome Bonaparte left, a rumor about His Majesty the Emperor's presence in the restaurant spread in the military hospital.
Jerome Bonaparte, who had left the restaurant, wandered the corridors of the hospital until he met Virnia again.
"Where did you go?" Virnia asked in a low voice.
"The cafeteria!" Jerome Bonaparte answered rightly.
"What are you doing in the cafeteria?" Virnia looked at him suspiciously.
"What else can I do?" Jerome Bonaparte spread his hands and responded to Virnia: "Eat! However, the lunch in the cafeteria is really... how can I say it! It's special!"
"Would you like me to take you out to eat?" Vernia asked Jerome Bonaparte again.
"Forget it!" Jerome Bonaparte shook his head and refused: "I'm full now! By the way, how many injections did Marshal Saint Arnault have today?"
"The second shot has just been finished!" Vernia replied~www.novelhall.com~ Then you go to eat first! I'm going to talk to Marshal Arno! ' Jerome Bonaparte responded to Vernia.
"Yeah!" Vernia nodded, and then told Jerome Bonaparte not to chat for too long, Marshal Saint Arnault also needed to rest.
"Got it!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, then stretched out his hand and said, "By the way, give me a mask!"
[ps: The mask is also a product forced by Jérôme Bonaparte and Louis Pasteur. The quality of the gauze mask is not very good due to the substandard technology, and it is especially thick! 】
"What do you want a mask for!" Virnia asked while taking out a mask from his pocket.
"Do you think I'll be recognized when I walk through the hospital like this?" Jerome Bonaparte replied with a smile.
Virnia gave the mask to Jerome Bonaparte, and with the mask on, he hurried to the ward where Marshal Saint Arnault was.
.
Just when Jerome Bonaparte fell into self-doubt, a soldier on the side asked enthusiastically which army Jerome Bonaparte belonged to and what it was called!"Hmm! Actually I'm..." Jerome Bonaparte hesitated for a moment, then responded, "I'm from the Third Division, Second Brigade, Third Regiment, and my name is Jerome Parry. Europe!"When Jerome Bonaparte finished saying this, several soldiers sitting around him cast envious glances at him at the same time: "So you are a member of the guard division!""That's right!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, then tore off a piece of brown bread and chewed it in his mouth. He asked curiously, "What happened to the guard?""It's nothing!" The soldiers shook their heads, and one of them patted Jerome Bonaparte on the shoulder and said to him in the tone of a senior: "I didn't expect that your physique could also be selected for the guard division! Look! Isn't the standard of coming to the guard division as high as you imagined?""Luck! Luck!" Jerome Bonaparte smiled and waved his hand in response to the soldier."Hey! We would be lucky if we had your luck!" Another soldier sighed and complained in a low voice, "Now your guard division is in the limelight! Especially your division commander, Perlisier, I listen. It is said that the domestic newspapers are about to tout him as the second Marshal of Sirte! Once he takes over the position of Marshal of Saint Arnault, you will naturally follow the tide!""That's what I said!" Jerome Bonaparte asked, pretending to be curious."What else can I say! After Perissier takes over as Marshal Saint Arnault as the commander of the expeditionary force, war will inevitably be indispensable! Once the war begins, your third division will naturally be reused! At that time, buddy, you can be promoted directly. It's over!" The soldier responded in a snarky tone."This..." Jerome Bonaparte scratched his head and retorted: "War is not an outing! How can you win casually!""Dude, I really don't know how you got into the third division!" The soldier responded to Jerome Bonaparte in a hateful tone: "With those soldiers in the hands of Russia, how could it be ours? opponent!"Another soldier also continued: "Yeah! The whole of Russia is like a broken house, crumbling, just need us to kick the door frame lightly and they will collapse!"When the soldier said this sentence, Jerome Bonaparte felt a sense of familiarity, and he suddenly realized that this sentence seemed to be said by the head of state of a certain country when he attacked the Soviets!After 90 years, something happened ahead of schedule!Oh shit! I have become Hitler!Jerome Bonaparte couldn't help but cursed, he didn't want to be the guy who committed suicide in the bunker.It turns out that anyone who underestimates Russia is bound to be defeated by Russia.The country of Russia has always felt decadent and backward. Their army is Slavic animals that are recruited at will, and their bureaucrats have only learned about corruption and corruption. Their government is only inefficient. It is better than the Ottoman Empire!But this does not mean that the Russian Empire is a fragile country. On the contrary, even if their government has made endless mistakes, they can continue to fight with tenacious tenacity and constantly correct mistakes during the battle. , and then defeat the opponent.From the Napoleonic Wars to World War I to World War II, the Slavs proved their resilience as livestock with action.The opponents that the Russian Empire had to overcome were never abroad, but at home.The way to defeat the Russian Empire is also not to defeat them completely militarily, but to instigate an internal rebellion of the Russian Empire while consuming the effective strength of the Russian Empire.Anyone who tries to solve the huge empire by military means will only be dragged down by this huge empire in the end."Do you really think so?" Jerome Bonaparte asked the soldier with a serious expression while stirring the vegetable soup with a wooden spoon.After feeling the aura of superiors emanating from Jerome Bonaparte's body, the expressions of several soldiers present condensed, and then they cautiously responded to Jerome Bonaparte: "Not only us, everyone They all think the Russian Empire will collapse soon! Ask them if you don't believe me!"After speaking, the soldier pointed at the officers around him who were eating."It's nonsense!" Jerome Bonaparte frowned slightly and muttered in a low voice.If it's what the soldiers say, there's a good chance the Imperial Army will face a hard lesson in the battle that follows.Now it seems that the victory of Sevastopol is so easy that many people underestimate the Russian Empire."Who are you?"The soldier's voice reached Jerome Bonaparte's ears again, and when he came back to his senses, he quickly eased his brows and reassured the slightly nervous soldiers around him, "Didn't I say it just now? I'm the third division. people!""If you were just an ordinary soldier, you would never have said what you just said!" The soldier said decisively to Jerome Bonaparte."Cough...cough, I am also concerned about the comfort of the army!" Jerome Bonaparte said casually."You said just now that your name is Jerome Palio, right!" The soldier continued to respond to Jerome Bonaparte with his honorific title: "I remember that His Majesty the Emperor is called Jerome Joseph Bonaparte, the first The emperor's nephew of the teacher is called Jerome Patterson... So, do you have any connection with His Majesty the Emperor?""It's barely a relationship!" Jerome Bonaparte continued with a perfunctory sentence."Then can you tell His Majesty the Emperor, next time you go to battle, can you let our Second Division take the lead!" The soldier looked at Jerome Bonaparte with earnest eyes."You..." Jerome Bonaparte said after a moment of silence, "Aren't you afraid?""Afraid? Why should we be afraid?" said the soldiers, looking at Jerome Bonaparte with a puzzled expression."Isn't death scary?" Jerome Bonaparte asked the soldier."Death is really 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 in the footsteps of His Majesty Napoleon and swept the entire European continent, and we, too, have to follow the emperor's nephew to do what our fathers did in the past, but have not yet done it!!"Another soldier also said: "I am the son of a peasant. My grandfather once gave a leg to His Majesty the Emperor. He told me that the reason why our family is today is all because of His Majesty's original policy!So the grandfather and father believed that the emperor's nephew would not abandon their loyal peasants! "Jerome Bonaparte's face showed a touch of emotion, what kind of loyalty!Thinking of this, Jerome Bonaparte said to them firmly: "Don't worry! I will respond to your wishes to the emperor!"After speaking, Jerome Bonaparte drank the vegetable soup that was about to cool, and then got up and left the army canteen."Look at that person! Does it look like a person!" An officer sitting in the army cafeteria said with his elbow on his friend beside him."Who?" The officer raised his head with a puzzled expression, and then looked in the direction of his fingers.When he saw Jerome Bonaparte's face, the hand holding the wooden spoon trembled slightly, and then said in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty!"After speaking, he lowered his voice and asked urgently, "This is Your Majesty!""I don't know!" The officer shook his head, 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, not long after Jerome Bonaparte left, a rumor about His Majesty the Emperor's presence in the restaurant spread in the military hospital.Jerome Bonaparte, who had left the restaurant, wandered the corridors of the hospital until he met Virnia again."Where did you go?" Virnia asked in a low voice."The cafeteria!" Jerome Bonaparte answered rightly."What are you doing in the cafeteria?" Virnia looked at him suspiciously."What else can I do?" Jerome Bonaparte spread his hands and responded to Virnia: "Eat! However, the lunch in the cafeteria is really... how can I say it! It's special!""Would you like me to take you out to eat?" Vernia asked Jerome Bonaparte again."Forget it!" Jerome Bonaparte shook his head and refused: "I'm full now! By the way, how many injections did Marshal Saint Arnault have today?""The second shot has just been finished!" Vernia replied~www.novelhall.com~ Then you go to eat first! I'm going to talk to Marshal Arno! ' Jerome Bonaparte responded to Vernia."Yeah!" Vernia nodded, and then told Jerome Bonaparte not to chat for too long, Marshal Saint Arnault also needed to rest."Got it!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded, then stretched out his hand and said, "By the way, give me a mask!"ps: The mask is also a product forced by Jrme Bonaparte and Louis Pasteur. The quality of the gauze mask is not very good due to the substandard technology, and it is especially thick! "What do you want a mask for!" Virnia asked while taking out a mask from his pocket."Do you think I'll be recognized when I walk through the hospital like this?" Jerome Bonaparte replied with a smile.Virnia gave the mask to Jerome Bonaparte, and with the mask on, he hurried to the ward where Marshal Saint Arnault was..
