Flowers, Swords and France

"Friend, let's go, stop drinking!" When the young man was about to get angry, the comrade next to him stretched out his hand and pressed his shoulder, which temporarily made the anger in his heart subside a little. He turned around He looked at his comrade, who then nodded towards him and made a gesture to signal him to leave first.

The young man took a deep breath, and then his face slowly returned to normal. He reached out and handed the jar back, then straightened his face and looked down at the captain. "Thank you, I don't have to, we can't drink while on a mission."

Then, ignoring the officer's ugly face, he continued speaking, "I want to remind you that we are all soldiers and must abide by military principles. It is understandable that you perform your mission, but please do not harm Civilian, tarnish the good reputation of the Imperial Army. Otherwise... I will report it to your superiors and let them restrain your behavior."

The officer's face became more and more ugly.

"Are you lecturing me?" he asked loudly.

"I'm not lecturing you, I'm just reminding you that since you are an officer, you should demand yourself as an officer, right?" The young man replied loudly without any fear.

"You fellows of the Guards, all of you think you are great, don't you?" the officer yelled, "Of course you can brag about it with such a high salary! Are you capable of helping us complete our mission? Do you think you can do it?" Do we like to come to this kind of ghost place?"

Seeing the two people quarreling, the soldiers next to them started to move one by one, and some even touched the rifles in their hands with an unkind expression.

The comrades nearby knew that if the quarrel continued, it would lead to a fight, so they forcibly grabbed the Lieutenant Bonaparte, and then helped him rein in the horse's head and turn back to the direction he came from.

"What the hell?" the captain yelled looking at their backs.

Although the captain was still cursing, of course he didn't want to really cause a conflict with these cavalry, so he just watched the cavalry leave with vicious curses. After they left, the soldiers in the village continued to perform this task. , plundered all the remaining supplies in the village, leaving only crying and despair.

Although he was getting further and further away from the village, the young man still stared ahead with wide eyes. Anger burned in his heart. He held the reins tightly, as if he wanted to vent his anger in this way.

After a long time, these cavalrymen finally stopped running.

"Are you feeling better, friend?" the comrade who held him just now asked beside him.

"Much better, thank you, Liesel." Lieutenant Jérôme Bonaparte, who finally calmed down, took a deep breath and said to his comrades, "Don't worry about me, I can control myself."

"Looking at what you did just now, you don't think you can control yourself. If we hadn't pulled you, you might have started fighting." Lieutenant Lieutenant Liesel-Emeler smiled bitterly, and then patted him hard. His shoulder, "Man, that's what war is like, just look away."

He is a young man of about thirty years old, with a short golden beard at the corner of his mouth, a slender and strong figure, and his skin has become a little dark due to years of exposure to wind and rain outdoors.

He was a professional soldier who had been in the army for many years. He had served as a cavalry in North Africa before and had made meritorious service for his bravery in combat. After the establishment of the empire, His Majesty the Emperor decided to recruit elite officers and soldiers from various army units to rebuild the Guards, and he He was also selected into the Guards and became a cavalry officer.

"I am not afraid of bloodshed, and I am willing to shed blood for the empire, but to inflict violence on civilians and rob their food and property... This is outrageous!" When he said this, Jérôme Bonaparte seemed to be filled with righteous indignation, "They Don’t you know? It’s not even harvest time yet, and these farmers are living on their crops. What should we do if we all rob them?”

"Okay, brother! Don't tell us these things. Everyone knows the truth, but what can we do? We are at war after all." The lieutenant patted his shoulder again, "Didn't I say that this is what war is like? What’s going on...are we not here to be angels?”

After hearing these words, Jérôme Bonaparte raised his head and looked at his good friends in disbelief. What had just happened was still vivid in his mind, and the calmness and indifference of these people made him especially I find it difficult to understand.

"Hey, you might not understand it well when you were in the United States before, but now that you are here, you will soon get used to it, and you won't be so surprised..." The lieutenant shrugged, "Since we are here When fighting the Russians, and in a hellish place like this, we can't be merciful. We must save ourselves first. For this reason, it's nothing to rob civilians. In the end, everyone is fighting for victory and their own lives. , isn’t it?”

Lieutenant Bonaparte lowered his head, thought for a moment, and then shook his head heavily.

"I still feel that we should not go so far. This will only arouse the hatred of the Russian people towards us and make it more difficult for us here. I think I need to report what I have seen to the superiors. This kind of behavior exceeds the limit. The behavior must be stopped."

Lieutenant Lieutenant Liesel-Emeler shrugged, showing a slightly helpless and mocking smile.

"Okay, whatever you want, who told you to be a Bonaparte? You can be free, and few people can really do anything to you anyway."

"No... I don't mean that... I just want to maintain the honor of the imperial army." The young man was embarrassed, "This has nothing to do with my identity, and..."

He suddenly became gloomy, "What identity do I have? No one will pay attention to me because of my name."

As his name shows, he is a member of the Bonaparte family, but his identity has not been officially recognized by the royal family, so he is not considered an official member of the royal family.

This peculiar status is caused by the absurd behavior of the previous generation.

His grandfather is Prince Jerome Bonaparte, the younger brother of Emperor Napoleon I. Unlike his brothers, this prince has been playful since he was a child, and has no ambitions. He doesn't have much desire for power. He just wants to enjoy his life. When he was young, he traveled all the way to the United States, and then fell in love with Ms. Elizabeth Patterson, the daughter of an American wealthy businessman.

He was fascinated, and then pursued this lady, and finally married her. However, Napoleon, who had become the French emperor at that time, wanted his brothers to marry with the royal families of various European countries. His brother's absurd behavior naturally angered him. In a rage, he issued an edict claiming that he did not recognize the marriage, and then ordered Jerome to return home quickly.

Although Prince Jerome wanted to insist at first, under the threat of His Majesty the Emperor depriving him of his princely title and no longer giving him financial assistance, he finally chose to surrender and accepted the marriage assigned by His Majesty the Emperor, marrying the princess of the King of Württemberg, and Emperor Napoleon also gave him a piece of German territory, making him the King of Westphalia.

The person who suffered the most in this incident was naturally Ms. Elizabeth Patterson. At that time, she was pregnant and gave birth to a son. After hearing this terrible news, although she fought in every way, it was useless. In the end, she could only return to the United States to raise her son sadly.

Although Emperor Napoleon and Prince Jerome did not recognize this son at all, Ms. Patterson still insisted that her son use the surname Bonaparte. She believed that the child's bloodline was beyond doubt. Before his death, this son also left two sons, allowing the Bonaparte family to flourish in the United States. Lieutenant Jerome Bonaparte was his youngest son.

After decades, Emperor Napoleon had passed away, the empire had collapsed and was rebuilt, and the world had changed. At this time, this old story no longer had the lethality it had in the past. Emperor Napoleon III was not the son of Emperor Napoleon I, and he did not have such a strong feudal aristocratic concept.

After seeing the opportunity, Ms. Elizabeth Patterson, who had become an old woman, brought her grandson to the UK and planned to let her grandson return to France to enjoy his due royal status.

Although Jerome Bonaparte was less than 20 years old at the time, he had graduated from West Point Military Academy and had excellent military skills. He applied to return to the country to join the imperial army and serve to defend the empire of the Bonaparte family.

Under Charles's insistence, Emperor Napoleon III, who had been suffering from too few family members, finally issued an edict to allow this exiled family descendant to return to France. However, perhaps to take care of Prince Jerome Bonaparte's face, or perhaps to take care of the face of the deceased Emperor Napoleon, he did not officially list him as a member of the royal family, nor did he give him any noble title, but only let him join the Imperial Guard as a cavalry officer.

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So, the young Lieutenant Jerome Bonaparte was in a very embarrassing position. Although he used the surname Bonaparte, he did not receive any royal treatment.

However, he did not take it too seriously. For this young soldier, who was passionate and enthusiastic, he was very satisfied to be able to come to the family's land and take on the responsibility of defending the empire. He worked hard to learn the necessary military skills and trained himself very strictly, wanting to fulfill his obligations with a perfect attitude.

After the outbreak of the Crimean War, His Majesty the Emperor decided to send the Guards here to join the battle, and his troops were also included in the list of mobilized troops. Jerome Bonaparte was very excited about this. He was eager to fight and followed the large troops to Crimea by transport ship.

The commander of the Guards was his father's half-brother, that is, his uncle, Prince Joseph Bonaparte, but this was not good news for him. Because this uncle disliked his nephew very much and almost ignored him.

Of course, this is also normal. No one would like an American nephew who suddenly appeared, especially this person also affected the image and status of his mother and himself.

However, Jerome Bonaparte did not mean to abuse his status and power, so he did not feel sorry for it. Instead, he was a little happy in his heart, because in this way, no one would think that he was just an incompetent person who relied on his surname to get ahead.

Although his surname initially put some distance between his colleagues in the army, he soon won over his colleagues for his integrity and brave character, as well as his low-key style of never showing off (of course he had nothing to show off). Everyone respects and loves him. Different from other exaggerated and arrogant royal families, this young lieutenant is much more lovable. Lieutenant Lieutenant Liesel-Emile is a good friend he made during his military service.

And deep in the lieutenant's heart, besides duty, honor and empire, there was something else that drove him to go to the battlefield without hesitation.

"What I like are warriors who dare to fight on the battlefield. Can you do that?!"

He will always remember these words in his heart, words that he will never forget for the rest of his life.

What made it even more difficult for him to restrain himself was that the person who said this sentence, after the war broke out,

Just like an angel.

No, he was originally an angel.

And I...I must be a person worthy of appearing in front of her.

Even if you just get the qualification to appear in front of her, you still need to work hard.

The young man's heart was once again filled with passion and courage.

Yes, I can do it!