Chapter 74: Furious lion
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"Please say sorry to Marshal Biro and those French patriots who are fighting on the front line! I am also very willing to communicate with them, but you know that in my current capacity, I am afraid it will cause some problems from the authorities. Unnecessary unnecessary misunderstanding!"
After thinking for a moment, Jerome Bonaparte still rejected this golden opportunity. Winning the army is only the goal of Jerome Bonaparte in the second stage, and the goal of the first stage must be to ensure a smooth passage of this time. next general election.
The essence of the French army is that whoever wins helps 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 towards the center of power.
Always support the Élysée Palace, and whoever supported the Élysée Palace was still a universal truth in 19th-century France.
"Your Excellency the Prince is not giving face to the marshal?" the attendant asked in a bad tone.
Anyone who is rejected in a row will not feel much better, especially someone like this who stays in the military camp with Marshal Bi Ruo all the year round.
"Mr. Attendant, I think I have made it very clear!" Jerome Bonaparte refused to take care of the attendant's sentiments and refused: "The army of the Republic should fight to defend the interests of the Republic, and It's not a small group to do some stupid things in private! You have to be worthy of the military uniform you wear on your body, and worthy of every penny that the taxpayers say to you!"
"you……"
Jerome Bonaparte's yin and yang attitude completely irritated the attendant. He clenched his fists and took a half step forward. Seeing this, Jerome Bonaparte also moved his left foot slightly forward. The fighting posture of the deputy battle, the whole room was filled with swords and arrows for a while, and Persini, who was standing by the side, was also a little overwhelmed, but he still slowly approached Jerome Bonaparte. A two-to-one situation was formed.
Time flowed slowly in the game, and after a while, the valet released his hand and said to Jerome Bonaparte with hostility: "If you were my soldier, I would definitely use mine. Boots kick your **** hard!"
Jerome Bonaparte also responded: "If you were my attendant, you would be fired on the day you took office! How can someone like you change!"
The attendant thought that he had no time to talk to Jerome Bonaparte again. In his opinion, Jerome Bonaparte was an unscrupulous guy who relied on the title of the emperor's nephew, and a complete impostor.
"Since Your Excellency the Prince is not willing, then I have no choice but to tell Marshal Biruo the news!" After the attendant finished speaking, he turned around and left.
"Who told you to go!" Jerome Bonaparte roared like a bell to the valet attache who was about to leave.
The attendant attaché who was about to leave was instantly shocked by the roar of Jerome Bonaparte, and the anger in his heart was also stirred up by the roar.
When the enraged attendant military officer turned to face Jerome Bonaparte, his anger was instantly extinguished by Jerome Bonaparte's lion-like eyes.
This kind of demeanor, this tone... The emperor back then was exactly the same.
The attendant who had been fortunate enough to see the emperor go on an expedition could not help but recall the scene when the emperor went to his hometown for inspection. He was only 7 years old at the time. The appearance of the emperor and his angry demeanor were clearly imprinted in his heart, which made him difficult for a long time. forget.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." The attendant shouted to Jerome Bonaparte in a trembling voice.
Jerome Bonaparte was stunned by the shouting of the valet. He looked at the valet and said coldly, "Sir, your words and actions just offended me! I need you to apologize for your words and actions!"
"I..." The attendant opened his mouth and couldn't refute it all the way. That look exactly like the emperor had already made him no longer in the mood to fight against it.
At this time, he couldn't help but secretly regret that he had just been so fascinated that he didn't set his own position.
"I'm sorry... I offended you! Your Excellency!" The attendant said to Jerome Bonaparte in a low voice, but he didn't even have a trace of resentment in his heart, and there was even a little cooing.
Perhaps only the Bonaparte family can lead them back to the top.
In the eyes of the attendant, the image of Jerome Bonaparte overlapped with the influence of the emperor at the time, and there was a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.
"I forgive you!" Jerome Bonaparte said generously, and then added: "Mr. Officer, please tell me your name!"
"Alfondo Bedo!" The attendant stood upright~www.novelhall.com~ and said his name clearly, and then continued: "Currently serving as the deputy of Marshal Biro and the commander of the first division of the Italian Front!"
Jerome Bonaparte recalled Alfondo Bedeau's name in his mind. He seemed to have seen this name somewhere.
After thinking for a few seconds in his mind, Jerome Bonaparte finally remembered.
The guy in front of him is not the guy who served as the deputy of Marshal Biruo to suppress Paris in the February Revolution. It seems that he and Biruo, two unlucky bastards, were abandoned by Paris in Lyon.
Although he was a little disdainful of Alfondo Bedeau, the abandoned son of Paris, Jerome Bonaparte still looked at Alfondo Bedeau with a look of surprise.
"This general..."
"Just call me Bedo!"
Alfondo Bedeau's flattered expression made Jerome Bonaparte wonder if the guy in front of him was the legendary Shaker.
"General Bedo, please tell Marshal Biro! I regret not being able to attend the banquet. Next time I will definitely visit Marshal Biro in person! Marshal Biro's stage should not be in Lyon, he should be in Paris!" Roma Bonaparte was almost naked in writing a bad check to Alfondo Bedeau.
"Paris..."
Thinking of Alfondo Bedeau, who was able to return to Paris, the center of power, his heart burst into flames, and he hurriedly told Jerome Bonaparte that he would definitely tell Marshal Gerome Bonaparte what he said.
After Alfondo Bedeau left, Jerome Bonaparte called Eugène Rouet again and told Eugène Rouet about Alfondo Bedeau just now.
"Your Majesty, you have done a very good job! Now we can't get involved in things other than elections!" Eugène Rouet complimented the measures taken by Jerome Bonaparte.
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"Please say sorry to Marshal Biro and those French patriots who are fighting on the front line! I am also very willing to communicate with them, but you know that in my current capacity, I am afraid it will cause some problems from the authorities. Unnecessary unnecessary misunderstanding!"
After thinking for a moment, Jerome Bonaparte still rejected this golden opportunity. Winning the army is only the goal of Jerome Bonaparte in the second stage, and the goal of the first stage must be to ensure a smooth passage of this time. next general election.
The essence of the French army is that whoever wins helps 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 towards the center of power.
Always support the Élysée Palace, and whoever supported the Élysée Palace was still a universal truth in 19th-century France.
"Your Excellency the Prince is not giving face to the marshal?" the attendant asked in a bad tone.
Anyone who is rejected in a row will not feel much better, especially someone like this who stays in the military camp with Marshal Bi Ruo all the year round.
"Mr. Attendant, I think I have made it very clear!" Jerome Bonaparte refused to take care of the attendant's sentiments and refused: "The army of the Republic should fight to defend the interests of the Republic, and It's not a small group to do some stupid things in private! You have to be worthy of the military uniform you wear on your body, and worthy of every penny that the taxpayers say to you!"
"you……"
Jerome Bonaparte's yin and yang attitude completely irritated the attendant. He clenched his fists and took a half step forward. Seeing this, Jerome Bonaparte also moved his left foot slightly forward. The fighting posture of the deputy battle, the whole room was filled with swords and arrows for a while, and Persini, who was standing by the side, was also a little overwhelmed, but he still slowly approached Jerome Bonaparte. A two-to-one situation was formed.
Time flowed slowly in the game, and after a while, the valet released his hand and said to Jerome Bonaparte with hostility: "If you were my soldier, I would definitely use mine. Boots kick your **** hard!"
Jerome Bonaparte also responded: "If you were my attendant, you would be fired on the day you took office! How can someone like you change!"
The attendant thought that he had no time to talk to Jerome Bonaparte again. In his opinion, Jerome Bonaparte was an unscrupulous guy who relied on the title of the emperor's nephew, and a complete impostor.
"Since Your Excellency the Prince is not willing, then I have no choice but to tell Marshal Biruo the news!" After the attendant finished speaking, he turned around and left.
"Who told you to go!" Jerome Bonaparte roared like a bell to the valet attache who was about to leave.
The attendant attaché who was about to leave was instantly shocked by the roar of Jerome Bonaparte, and the anger in his heart was also stirred up by the roar.
When the enraged attendant military officer turned to face Jerome Bonaparte, his anger was instantly extinguished by Jerome Bonaparte's lion-like eyes.
This kind of demeanor, this tone... The emperor back then was exactly the same.
The attendant who had been fortunate enough to see the emperor go on an expedition could not help but recall the scene when the emperor went to his hometown for inspection. He was only 7 years old at the time. The appearance of the emperor and his angry demeanor were clearly imprinted in his heart, which made him difficult for a long time. forget.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." The attendant shouted to Jerome Bonaparte in a trembling voice.
Jerome Bonaparte was stunned by the shouting of the valet. He looked at the valet and said coldly, "Sir, your words and actions just offended me! I need you to apologize for your words and actions!"
"I..." The attendant opened his mouth and couldn't refute it all the way. That look exactly like the emperor had already made him no longer in the mood to fight against it.
At this time, he couldn't help but secretly regret that he had just been so fascinated that he didn't set his own position.
"I'm sorry... I offended you! Your Excellency!" The attendant said to Jerome Bonaparte in a low voice, but he didn't even have a trace of resentment in his heart, and there was even a little cooing.
Perhaps only the Bonaparte family can lead them back to the top.
In the eyes of the attendant, the image of Jerome Bonaparte overlapped with the influence of the emperor at the time, and there was a hint of fanaticism in his eyes.
"I forgive you!" Jerome Bonaparte said generously, and then added: "Mr. Officer, please tell me your name!"
"Alfondo Bedo!" The attendant stood upright~www.novelhall.com~ and said his name clearly, and then continued: "Currently serving as the deputy of Marshal Biro and the commander of the first division of the Italian Front!"
Jerome Bonaparte recalled Alfondo Bedeau's name in his mind. He seemed to have seen this name somewhere.
After thinking for a few seconds in his mind, Jerome Bonaparte finally remembered.
The guy in front of him is not the guy who served as the deputy of Marshal Biruo to suppress Paris in the February Revolution. It seems that he and Biruo, two unlucky bastards, were abandoned by Paris in Lyon.
Although he was a little disdainful of Alfondo Bedeau, the abandoned son of Paris, Jerome Bonaparte still looked at Alfondo Bedeau with a look of surprise.
"This general..."
"Just call me Bedo!"
Alfondo Bedeau's flattered expression made Jerome Bonaparte wonder if the guy in front of him was the legendary Shaker.
"General Bedo, please tell Marshal Biro! I regret not being able to attend the banquet. Next time I will definitely visit Marshal Biro in person! Marshal Biro's stage should not be in Lyon, he should be in Paris!" Roma Bonaparte was almost naked in writing a bad check to Alfondo Bedeau.
"Paris..."
Thinking of Alfondo Bedeau, who was able to return to Paris, the center of power, his heart burst into flames, and he hurriedly told Jerome Bonaparte that he would definitely tell Marshal Gerome Bonaparte what he said.
After Alfondo Bedeau left, Jerome Bonaparte called Eugène Rouet again and told Eugène Rouet about Alfondo Bedeau just now.
"Your Majesty, you have done a very good job! Now we can't get involved in things other than elections!" Eugène Rouet complimented the measures taken by Jerome Bonaparte.
"Please say sorry to Marshal Biro and those French patriots who are fighting on the front line! I am also very willing to communicate with them, but you know that in my current capacity, I am afraid it will cause some problems from the authorities. Unnecessary unnecessary misunderstanding!"After thinking for a moment, Jerome Bonaparte still rejected this golden opportunity. Winning the army is only the goal of Jerome Bonaparte in the second stage, and the goal of the first stage must be to ensure a smooth passage of this time. next general election.The essence of the French army is that whoever wins helps 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 towards the center of power.Always support the lyse Palace, and whoever supported the lyse Palace was still a universal truth in 19th-century France."Your Excellency the Prince is not giving face to the marshal?" the attendant asked in a bad tone.Anyone who is rejected in a row will not feel much better, especially someone like this who stays in the military camp with Marshal Bi Ruo all the year round."Mr. Attendant, I think I have made it very clear!" Jerome Bonaparte refused to take care of the attendant's sentiments and refused: "The army of the Republic should fight to defend the interests of the Republic, and It's not a small group to do some stupid things in private! You have to be worthy of the military uniform you wear on your body, and worthy of every penny that the taxpayers say to you!" "you"Jerome Bonaparte's yin and yang attitude completely irritated the attendant. He clenched his fists and took a half step forward. Seeing this, Jerome Bonaparte also moved his left foot slightly forward. The fighting posture of the deputy battle, the whole room was filled with swords and arrows for a while, and Persini, who was standing by the side, was also a little overwhelmed, but he still slowly approached Jerome Bonaparte. A two-to-one situation was formed.Time flowed slowly in the game, and after a while, the valet released his hand and said to Jerome Bonaparte with hostility: "If you were my soldier, I would definitely use mine. Boots kick your **** hard!"Jerome Bonaparte also responded: "If you were my attendant, you would be fired on the day you took office! How can someone like you change!"The attendant thought that he had no time to talk to Jerome Bonaparte again. In his opinion, Jerome Bonaparte was an unscrupulous guy who relied on the title of the emperor's nephew, and a complete impostor."Since Your Excellency the Prince is not willing, then I have no choice but to tell Marshal Biruo the news!" After the attendant finished speaking, he turned around and left."Who told you to go!" Jerome Bonaparte roared like a bell to the valet attache who was about to leave.The attendant attach who was about to leave was instantly shocked by the roar of Jerome Bonaparte, and the anger in his heart was also stirred up by the roar.When the enraged attendant military officer turned to face Jerome Bonaparte, his anger was instantly extinguished by Jerome Bonaparte's lion-like eyes.This kind of demeanor, this tone... The emperor back then was exactly the same.The attendant who had been fortunate enough to see the emperor go on an expedition could not help but recall the scene when the emperor went to his hometown for inspection. He was only 7 years old at the time. The appearance of the emperor and his angry demeanor were clearly imprinted in his heart, which made him difficult for a long time. forget."Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." The attendant shouted to Jerome Bonaparte in a trembling voice.Jerome Bonaparte was stunned by the shouting of the valet. He looked at the valet and said coldly, "Sir, your words and actions just offended me! I need you to apologize for your words and actions!""I..." The attendant opened his mouth and couldn't refute it all the way. That look exactly like the emperor had already made him no longer in the mood to fight against it.At this time, he couldn't help but secretly regret that he had just been so fascinated that he didn't set his own position."I'm sorry... I offended you! Your Excellency!" The attendant said to Jerome Bonaparte in a low voice, but he didn't even have a trace of resentment in his heart, and there was even a little cooing.Perhaps only the Bonaparte family can lead them back to the top.In the eyes of the attendant, the image of Jerome Bonaparte overlapped with the influence of the emperor at the time, and there was a hint of fanaticism in his eyes."I forgive you!" Jerome Bonaparte said generously, and then added: "Mr. Officer, please tell me your name!""Alfondo Bedo!" The attendant stood upright~www.novelhall.com~ and said his name clearly, and then continued: "Currently serving as the deputy of Marshal Biro and the commander of the first division of the Italian Front!"Jerome Bonaparte recalled Alfondo Bedeau's name in his mind. He seemed to have seen this name somewhere.After thinking for a few seconds in his mind, Jerome Bonaparte finally remembered.The guy in front of him is not the guy who served as the deputy of Marshal Biruo to suppress Paris in the February Revolution. It seems that he and Biruo, two unlucky bastards, were abandoned by Paris in Lyon.Although he was a little disdainful of Alfondo Bedeau, the abandoned son of Paris, Jerome Bonaparte still looked at Alfondo Bedeau with a look of surprise."This general...""Just call me Bedo!"Alfondo Bedeau's flattered expression made Jerome Bonaparte wonder if the guy in front of him was the legendary Shaker."General Bedo, please tell Marshal Biro! I regret not being able to attend the banquet. Next time I will definitely visit Marshal Biro in person! Marshal Biro's stage should not be in Lyon, he should be in Paris!" Roma Bonaparte was almost naked in writing a bad check to Alfondo Bedeau."Paris..."Thinking of Alfondo Bedeau, who was able to return to Paris, the center of power, his heart burst into flames, and he hurriedly told Jerome Bonaparte that he would definitely tell Marshal Gerome Bonaparte what he said.After Alfondo Bedeau left, Jerome Bonaparte called Eugne Rouet again and told Eugne Rouet about Alfondo Bedeau just now."Your Majesty, you have done a very good job! Now we can't get involved in things other than elections!" Eugne Rouet complimented the measures taken by Jerome Bonaparte.
