"Please say sorry to Marshal Bijoux and the French patriots who are fighting on the front line for me! I am also very willing to have some exchanges with them, but you know that with my current status, I am afraid that it will cause some problems from the authorities. Unnecessary and unnecessary misunderstanding!”
After thinking for a moment, Jérôme Bonaparte still rejected this golden opportunity. Winning over the army was only the second phase of Jérôme Bonaparte's goal, and the first phase's goal was to ensure that he could get through this smoothly. general election.
The essence of the French army is that whoever wins will help, so he does not 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 Elysee Palace, who supports whom in the Elysee Palace is still a universal truth in 19th century France.
"Your Majesty the Prince, don't you want to give the Marshal face?" the attendant asked in a bad tone.
No one will be in a better mood after being rejected continuously, especially someone like this who stays in the military camp with Marshal Biro all year round.
"Mr. Attendant, I think I have made it very clear!" Jérôme Bonaparte refused with a strong attitude without caring for the Attendant at all: "The army of the Republic should fight to defend the interests of the Republic, and You are not just setting up a small group in private to do some stupid things! You must be worthy of the military uniform you wear, and be worthy of every penny the taxpayers spend on you!"
"you……"
Jérôme Bonaparte's sinister attitude completely angered the attendant. He clenched his fists and took half a step forward. Seeing this, Jerome Bonaparte also moved his left foot forward slightly and made a gesture. In a fighting posture, the whole room was filled with a tense posture. Pesini, who was standing aside, was also a little at a loss, but he still slowly approached Jérôme Bonaparte and the aide-de-camp of Marshal Jérôme Bonaparte. A two-on-one situation formed.
Time flowed slowly during the game. After a while, the attendant loosened his hand and said to Jérôme Bonaparte with hostility in his tone: "If you are one of my soldiers, I will definitely use my Boots kick your ass hard!”
Jérôme Bonaparte also responded: "If you were my attendant, you would be fired by me on the day you take office! How can a person like you change!"
The attendant thought about it and had no intention of talking to Jérôme Bonaparte again. In his opinion, Jérôme Bonaparte was an unscrupulous guy who relied on his title as the emperor's nephew, a complete fake.
"Since Your Excellency the Prince is not willing, then I have no choice but to inform Marshal Biruo of the news!" After the attendant said this, he turned around and left.
"Who told you to leave!" Jérôme Bonaparte shouted at the departing military attache in a voice like a bell.
The military attache who was about to leave was instantly shocked by Jérôme Bonaparte's roar, and the anger in his heart was also stirred up by the roar.
When the angry attaché turned around to face Jérôme Bonaparte, his anger was instantly extinguished by Jérôme Bonaparte's lion-like eyes.
This look, this tone... the emperor was exactly the same back then.
The attendant who had the honor to see the emperor go on an expedition couldn't help but recall the scene when the emperor went to his hometown for inspection. He was only 7 years old at the time. The emperor's appearance and his angry expression were clearly imprinted in his heart, which made him unable to bear it for a long time. forget.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty..." The attendant couldn't help shouting to Jerome Bonaparte with a trembling voice.
Jérôme Bonaparte was stunned by the attendant's shout. He looked at the attendant and said coldly: "Sir, your words and actions just now offended me! I need you to apologize for your words and actions!"
"I..." The attendant opened his mouth but was unable to utter a word of rebuttal. The emperor-like look on his face made him unable to even think of fighting against him.
At this moment, he couldn't help but secretly regret why he was so obsessed with not positioning himself just now.
"I'm sorry... I offended you! Your Majesty the Prince!" the attendant said to Jérôme Bonaparte in a low voice, but there was no trace of resentment in his heart, and there was even some small joy.
Perhaps only the Bonaparte family can lead them back to the top.
In the eyes of the attendant, the image of Jérôme Bonaparte and the influence of the original emperor overlapped, and there was a hint of fanaticism in his eyes that only a convert could have.
"I forgive you!" Jérôme Bonaparte said magnanimously, and then added: "Mr. Officer, please tell me your name!"
"Alfondo Bedo!" The attendant stood upright and spoke his name clearly, and then continued: "Currently serving as Marshal Biro's deputy and commander of the First Division of the Italian Front!"
Jerome Bonaparte recalled the name Alfondo Bedeau in his mind. He seemed to have seen this name somewhere.
After thinking about it in his mind for a few seconds, Jérôme Bonaparte finally remembered.
The guy in front of me is not the guy who served as Marshal Biro's deputy to suppress Paris during the February Revolution. It seems that he and Bijaud, these two unlucky guys, were abandoned by Paris in Lyon.
Although he felt a little disdain for Alfondo Bedeau, the abandoned son of Paris, Jérôme Bonaparte still pretended to be surprised and looked at Alfondo Bedeau.
"This general..."
"Just call me Bedo!"
Alfondo Bedo showed a flattered expression, which made Jérôme Bonaparte wonder if the guy in front of him was the legendary jerk.
"General Bedo, please tell Marshal Bijo! I regret not being able to attend the banquet. I will definitely visit Marshal Bijo in person next time! Marshal Bijo's stage should not be in Lyon, he should be in Paris!" Rome Bonaparte almost nakedly gave Alfondo Bedeau a bad check.
"Paris……"
Thinking of being able to return to Paris, the center of power, Alfondo Bedeau felt hot in his heart, and he hurriedly told Jerome Bonaparte that he would tell Marshal Bigot what Jerome Bonaparte said.
After Alfondo Bedeau left, Jérôme Bonaparte called Eugène Rouet over again and informed Eugène Rouet about Alfondo Bedeau.
"Your Majesty, you have done a very good job! Now we cannot get involved in matters other than elections!" Eugène Rouet complimented Jérôme Bonaparte's handling of the matter.
