Flowers, Swords and France

Indeed, in the heart of this young man who had just returned from the United States, there was a reason that gave him the courage to go to the battlefield, a very important reason, that is, the passionate and abundant emotions of young people.

When he just returned to Europe, he came to England with his grandmother, because his grandmother was a relative of the Duke of Wellington who was still alive at that time. They wanted to try their luck there with the help of the Duke and get a chance to return to France.

And they waited for such an opportunity. At that time, the newly rebuilt empire decided to make peace with the British. His cousin, Emperor Napoleon III, sent his most trusted minister, Mr. de Treville, to visit Britain to participate in the World Expo held that year, and he accepted the Duke's invitation and went to visit the Duke's castle.

It was there that he and his grandmother met this gentleman, and after some bargaining, this young but powerful big man finally decided to accept their request and find a way to seek an opportunity for young Jerome to return home.

Then, he really fulfilled his promise and obtained a permit for Jerome to return to his country after returning home, which also shows the great influence he had on Emperor Bonaparte.

In the brief contact, this great man won his respect with his demeanor and wisdom, and he was very grateful for his help. However, there was one person on this trip to England that he remembered more.

That was the minister's sister, Miss de Treville.

There he met her, and although he had only met her a few times, he was immediately fascinated.

In his opinion, this lady had amazing beauty and wisdom and demeanor comparable to her brother. What was rare was her gentle and humble character, without the arrogance of the eldest lady of the aristocratic family, and almost no unpleasant conversation. What was even more surprising and admirable was that she also had outstanding artistic talent and a very high level of painting.

Her various superior qualities almost met all the wonderful fantasies of a young man who grew up in a remote American countryside about the world. He believed that he could not find a better woman in the world, so he fell into love almost without resistance.

Unfortunately, his love was one-sided, and he didn't even have the courage to express his attitude to the other party.

He knew that although he had the surname of Bonaparte, he had no title, no reputation, and was not worthy of the wealth and status of the Treville family, so he was not qualified to express his love to the other party.

But after a period of silent suffering, one day he finally couldn't help it. When Mr. Treville entertained guests to celebrate his sister's birthday, he finally found an opportunity to come to the lady as a guest, and then he mustered up the courage to express his love to the other party.

Not surprisingly, he was rejected directly. The lady didn't even want to give people a hint of hope like the women in the social scene, so as to make others the captives of her charm, but this was what he liked most about her.

Such a real and solemn rejection did not extinguish his enthusiasm, but made him more motivated. Finally, under his unremitting questioning, the lady finally said what she loved.

"I... I like heroes, I like people who are different, people who are beyond ordinary people..."

This answer is too much like her style. She has no pursuit of money, fame and fortune, and only wants a hero to accompany her. After hearing this answer, Jerome Bonaparte loves her even more.

Almost without hesitation, he applied to her brother to join the war. Although Minister Treville was very disgusted and angry with his courtship, and even said that he would never agree to his request, the minister finally agreed to his request to go to the front line once the war broke out under his bitter request.

The passion and desire of young people merged with love in this way, and got a golden sublimation. He even felt that the meaning of this life had been shown here.

He wanted to work hard in this war to prove his bravery and prove that he was worthy of standing in front of her.

What moved him even more was that after the outbreak of the war, Miss Treville actually applied to go to the front line as a medical staff to take care of the wounded and sick. She also raised funds to recruit doctors and nurses to open a hospital on the front line of the battlefield to reduce the casualties of the soldiers.

From the moment he knew the news, Jerome Bonaparte once again believed that there would be no one in the world who was more kind than her. She was incomparably beautiful in both her heart and appearance, just like a goddess descending to the world.

In the eyes of the young Jerome Bonaparte, she was the only woman in the world who was indeed qualified to hope that a hero who created the world would become his partner.

Maybe he could not become a hero, but he could work hard on the road to becoming a hero, and use his ambition, his enthusiasm, and his courage and sincerity to move the goddess in his heart. After all, wasn't she watching from behind?

For this young man, as long as he thought of her watching him from behind, he could endure all the hardships, fatigue and sacrifices on the battlefield. Everything was so hopeful. The battlefield was no longer a bloody and terrifying hell, but a rosy paradise.

Looking at the wilderness in the distance, Jerome Bonaparte was immersed in his own reverie. His original anger was cured by this reverie, so that he even turned a deaf ear to the voices of his companions.

"Hey, kid!" Lieutenant Liesel-Emile couldn't help but pull him hard, "What are you thinking about?"

"Ah... sorry..." Jerome was suddenly pulled back to the real world, and then turned his eyes away guiltily, "I just... I just thought of some things in the country."

"You look so blushing and embarrassed, are you thinking about women?" The lieutenant couldn't help laughing, "Okay, we are so close, and you haven't told me who your lover is! This is not okay, it's not like a cavalryman at all. Didn't I tell you about my mistress? Tell me too, don't be so mean!"

"I don't have a lover..." Jerome Bonaparte was a little embarrassed at first, but soon sighed, "She doesn't like me."

"Don't like you? Why?" The lieutenant was puzzled, "You are a member of the Bonaparte family, and you are so upright and excellent, Even if she is the Duke's daughter, she is worthy of you, right? If she doesn't like you, it's definitely because she is not good enough! Or you are not good enough as a cavalryman! You should attack and take down this fortress! "

"Don't say that, I... I really don't deserve her." Jerome Bonaparte became more and more frustrated, "At least now, I can only think about it in my heart."

"Women in the world are all the same, it's just whether you can knock on their defenses." The lieutenant looked disapproving, "The more you praise others, the less they will look at you. As a cavalryman, it should be the girls who are obsessed with us, you can't embarrass everyone! Besides, I don't believe there are women in the world that you are not worthy of, unless it's Miss Treville, but how many are there like her? Don't think too much, my friend..."

It's her, Jerome Bonaparte smiled bitterly in his heart.

But he was secretly happy in his heart. His comrade said so, which meant that he really had a very good impression of her in his heart, which undoubtedly indirectly proved his own vision.

"Okay, man, let's not talk about this topic anymore." He patted the other person's shoulder magnanimously, "Let's go quickly, it's important to carry out the mission."

Fran's efforts were not in vain. She came to Crimea at risk and worked tirelessly with the frontline personnel to take care of the wounded and sick. She never complained about her treatment, but was very sympathetic to these suffering and injured officers and soldiers.

Through her own efforts, at least her first goal was achieved. She did establish a very good reputation among the coalition forces. Not only French soldiers, but also British soldiers praised her, thinking that she had both beauty and heart that others could not reach. So much so that the reporters of the Times who accompanied the army were full of admiration and respect, and wrote several articles for her, making her almost an idol in the minds of many people. Even a frivolous soldier like Lieutenant Liesel-Emile had a lot more respect when mentioning her.

However, she did not feel complacent about this. After all, she didn't care much about how others saw her. So she still insisted on taking care of the wounded with her original enthusiasm, which made others respect her more and feel that she was not a frivolous person who sought fame and reputation.

Just as these cavalrymen were still chatting and dispelling the emotions that had just arisen from the small conflict with the infantrymen, sporadic gunshots suddenly came from the distance.

These gunshots were not dense, but they alerted the cavalrymen. They immediately reined in their horses and galloped in the direction of the gunshots.

The original text is in the six # 9 @book/bar!

Originally, the cuirassiers were considered heavy cavalry. Compared with the lightly equipped cavalry such as the hussars, they moved much slower. However, because a large number of light cavalry under the coalition forces were recently transferred to the front line to cover the flanks and harass, and because the epidemic caused many horses and cavalrymen to lose their combat effectiveness, these heavy cavalrymen had to be temporarily transferred to perform reconnaissance and maintain order in the occupied areas.

Although these guards cavalrymen who regarded themselves as the chosen ones of heaven did not take this kind of mission seriously, since they were soldiers, they had to obey orders, so they had to carry out their mission faithfully. After hearing the gunshots, they immediately rushed over to check the situation.

Soon, they came to the place where the gunshots were fired.

However, unlike what they worried about, there was no small Russian force sneaking in, but a group of British soldiers wearing dazzling red uniforms. They were not shooting at the enemy, but were moving densely in a small church.

This is an Orthodox church, and at this time, there was no silence of religious facilities inside, but a noisy, red-clothed soldiers everywhere, they were robbing here just like the French soldiers who looted the village just now.

Many people were looting around the altar, sweeping away the gold- and silver-inlaid sacrificial vessels and putting them into their pockets; some people simply tore off the curtains everywhere and used bayonets to pry off the gold edges of the furniture; some people even did not spare the wooden tables and chairs, and they used various tools to dismember the tables and chairs into pieces, ready to take them back as fuel.

Under their efficient looting, the entire church soon became a mess of ruins, like a farmland that had just been swept by a swarm of locusts.

The priest who had been pleading beside him was beaten to the ground by an impatient soldier with the butt of his rifle, causing the monks and priests to howl. They obviously did not expect that they would actually do this in a holy place like the church. Being treated like this. Their cries did not move anyone, but caused a burst of laughter. Some people even deliberately shot in front of them in order to scare them for fun.

The merciless actions of these British officers and soldiers made Jérôme Bonaparte, who was already a little angry, even more angry. He was once again ready to rush over to protest to the commanders of the opposite army. This time, he Before the action, he was stopped by his friend Lieutenant Lieutenant Liesel Emel.

"Listen, friend, don't do anything stupid!" he shouted in Jérôme's ear. "If you quarrel with your own people, there are still people who can help you settle it. If you quarrel with the British, you will be in big trouble." Come on, don’t cause trouble for everyone!”

"But... this is wrong! We are here to fight, not to rob, nor to carry out senseless killings and atrocities! This will tarnish the honor of all of us!" Jérôme Bonnard Tomoe said, struggling hard.

"Come on, what kind of honor is that?" Lieutenant Lieutenant Liesel-Emeler sneered, "If you don't rob, who is going to fight? Can honor be eaten? You come to such a ghost place and suffer so much, why don't you Let the soldiers vent their anger, who will fight with you?"

"Is this what a French soldier said?" Jérôme Bonaparte looked at the other party with wide eyes, "We are imperial soldiers!"

"No matter what, we are all just soldiers, and we can't control so many things." Lieutenant Liesel-Emeler didn't want to say more. He forcibly pulled his reins and pulled the horse under his seat. Turning back, "Okay, stop talking. Since there is no danger here, let's not stay here anymore. Let's go!"

"I...I will report it to the superiors. These things...are so wrong! We can't do this!" Jerome still didn't accept it.

"Okay, let's talk about it when we get back." Lieutenant Emel shrugged.

He knew in his heart that reality would slowly educate this boy named Bonaparte.

Moreover, he didn't hate this person at all.

"I admire your bravery and integrity, friend, and that's why I like to be with you. But, this thing... is too luxurious, and none of us can change anything. Remember, we are at war. !”