At this time, Toulonburg.
The main city of Toulonbourg has fallen, and Bonaparte is looking into the distance on the outskirts.
Melancholy rippled in his heart. He originally wanted to rush back to Kogasi Island from Turonburg, where he would revolt and take the opportunity to become independent.
But now he is trapped in Toulonburg.
Bonaparte never dreamed that the garrison at Toulombo would dare to collude inside and outside and directly let in the Spanish, Dutch, and British fleets.
Bonaparte did not return from the American battlefields alone.
Although he was dismissed, the reputation he accumulated in the army, as well as his fighting and leadership skills over the years, allowed Bonaparte to gain the support of many people in the army.
There were many soldiers who were willing to resign from the French army and follow Bonaparte.
"General, here is a soldier from Paris. He says he has something important to do with you."
Bonaparte frowned. He was dismissed from his post by Brissotto.
Now I can only take a hundred or ten people and wait here. Why would the city of Paris send people to look for him at this time?
"Let him come in." Bonaparte took a deep breath and sat back in his seat.
After a while, a soldier wearing a French uniform entered the room.
"General, I am Oscar, and I have been ordered to deliver the message."
Bonaparte frowned slightly, the soldier's voice was somewhat familiar.
"Oscar, who are you?"
"General, don't you remember me? I was once your subordinate, and now I have been ordered to deliver the news." Oscar introduced himself.
Bonaparte thought for a moment and realized that he had indeed heard this name in his troops before, but he could not remember which soldier it was.
"Okay, what news do you have?"
"General, the National Assembly has sent instructions that a force will soon rush to Turonburg to fight. Gillen wants you to serve as the commander of this force." Oscar said.
Bonaparte smiled disdainfully: "When Brissot was dismissed, wasn't it very happy? Now I am back in the army and working hard for you. What kind of truth does this make!"
Oscar was nervous, "General, please think twice. It is Mr. Gillen and Mr. Jiang Xuan who are inviting you this time. They have nothing to do with Brissot."
"And in your current situation, even if you return to Corsica, will you be able to succeed?"
"I have never been afraid of danger, let alone now that I have so many loyal soldiers." Bonaparte's eyes were firm.
Oscar was helpless: "Okay, General, I will take your answer back."
"But you are still a general. If you go back and guard Toulon Castle, you will have a great official position. It is not impossible to resume your original position."
He turned and left the room.
Bonaparte looked at Oscar's back with some emotion in his heart.
Once upon a time, he was also a soldier like Oscar, dedicating everything he had to the country.
But this country will not be France.
He was no longer a French soldier; he considered himself a Corsican from beginning to end.
Corsica's independence is the best option.
"General, I think you should agree that we, No. 100, will have no role here. Instead, we will miss the opportunity."
Bonaparte looked at his adjutant and said in a deep voice: "What should I say?" -
"I think if we can bring the troops of the National Assembly under our command, our strength will be greatly increased, and if we can reach the top of the National Assembly and control the troops."
"If Corsica becomes independent by then, there will be no obstacles."
"And this is an invitation from Ji Lun and Jiang Xuan."
"We can deny you the honor of the National Assembly, but why don't we grant Long Yan's name?"
Bonaparte was lost in thought.
What his adjutant said makes sense, but if he takes control of the army, this is indeed the right time.
Bonaparte thought deeply and said in a deep voice: "Bring the person back!"
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At this time, the French army general Cator led a force of 12,000 people to approach Toulonburg.
"General, our rash advance is likely to alert the enemy."
"Are you really not going to wait any longer? I heard that Gillen has found the resistance in Turonburg and will come to join us soon."
Colonel Martian, Cator's adjutant, said in a deep voice.
Cator looked at the current map. He marked various locations around Toulonburg where the enemy might be able to attack.
Seeing the tight defense line set up by the enemy around Toulon Castle, he narrowed his narrow eyes and said in a deep voice: "The anti-French alliance has spent a lot of money to destroy us this time!"
"We can't wait any longer. A small group of resistance troops will have no effect whether they participate in this battle or not."
"We must capture the dangerous areas above the Alps as soon as possible and occupy the commanding heights before attacking!"
The adjutant looked at the map and said in a deep voice: "What about the battlefield to the east? The Italian army is stationed over there. After we take Falang Mountain, if they attack, our achievements will be in vain!"
Cator looked at Martian.
"You lead an army of four thousand men to attack the Italian troops from Franc Hill, and I will attack Oliour from here!"
Martian nodded and immediately led an artillery unit of 4,000 people to Franc Mountain.
Franc Hill is located just behind Cator's army. It is a very low mountain, but to the east is the Italian army!
If Cator wants to attack the line from Oliour that leads directly to Turonburg, the Italian troops will easily cross the Franc Mountain and attack Cator's troops from behind.
This is very deadly for large groups.
Being attacked from behind can easily result in the annihilation of the entire army.
At this time, Martian led a large number of artillery to Falang Mountain, but at this time suddenly a sound of artillery sounded!
They encountered combat.
"Alert, alert!"
Martian shouted in a deep voice and immediately stopped the good troops from fighting. He looked at the heights of Franc Mountain. Groups of Italian troops had already occupied Franc Mountain.
Martian was shocked, but he didn't expect that it was still a step too late.
But now he has no way out.
Because now on the other side of Franc Mountain, General Cator is fighting the enemy!
They want to buy enough time for General Cator!
"attack!"
Colonel Martian brandished his command knife and launched an attack.
Franc Hill must be captured, otherwise General Cator's troops will be in danger.
Martin immediately ordered the artillery units to begin bombarding the Italian troops on Franc Hill. ,
At the same time, he also separated some soldiers and began to charge towards the mountain.
This is a fierce battle. Both sides are top troops and neither side is willing to give in easily.
The artillery fired in unison, and the encounter between the two sides started in the most violent combat posture!
The Italian army was condescending and had an overwhelming advantage over Martian's troops.
Countless French soldiers paid the price with their lives during the charge!
Even you, Martian, was hit by an Italian artillery shell and lost a leg...
Italy gradually gained the upper hand, and this battle seemed to end with Italy's victory...
But at this moment, there was a sudden commotion behind the Italian army.
