Flowers, Swords and France

When the clear sky was gradually covered by the black curtain and the winter night was about to fall, Louis-Bonaparte finally ended his inspection and planned to take a carriage back to the Elysee Palace. Charles followed him and walked towards the entourage who had been waiting for a long time, ready to leave together.

Compared with when he came, Charles' mood at this time was very different. From the original routine to a suppressed excitement and excitement.

Yes, this excitement came from Louis-Bonaparte's promise to reward Charles with Prince Julesville's original mansion.

Although this matter has not been officially decided, with his current status, plus the words said in front of a large number of army generals, it is unlikely that there will be room for withdrawal... In other words, Charles will get a gift that he originally couldn't even imagine.

However, before leaving, he still has a very important thing to do.

He took out the pocket watch from his pocket and checked the time with the weak light of the lantern.

It's so late, why haven't you come yet? Was he delayed by something? He felt a little uneasy.

"Charles, it seems that something has delayed him?" At this time, Louis Bonaparte next to him also came to the same conclusion, "We all have to go back, forget it, we'll see each other again in the future."

You are so busy, how many chances will you have in the future... Charles answered in his heart.

"Please wait a little longer, please, he will definitely come soon... What could be more important than accepting your reception?" He answered this, and then looked anxiously in the direction of the barracks in the distance from time to time.

If he doesn't come again, he can't do anything.

As if responding to the call in his heart. In the blurred area in the distance that was gradually swallowed by the black curtain, finally a few shadows gradually crawled from the depths of the darkness.

As the distance got closer and closer. Charles was finally able to see the people on the opposite side clearly.

"Finally here..." He breathed a sigh of relief.

However, he couldn't help but feel some resentment in his heart. When these people were about to get close, he couldn't help but complain. "Lucien, what's wrong with you? Why did you wait until now? We are about to leave!"

"Sorry, Charles... I was just inspecting the soldiers' barracks, and the person you sent to report the news took a long time to find me..." Lucien's face was a little embarrassed and apologetic, "After hearing the news, I rushed here immediately. Finally it's not too late."

"Finally it's not too late, but it's late enough. You can't let the president wait for you, right?" In order to calm Louis-Bonaparte, Charles deliberately criticized Lucien a few words, "The president has so many things to deal with, how can you delay his time!"

"It doesn't matter, Charles, since you are here, it's good. Don't blame him, he didn't mean it." Charles's criticism finally had the expected effect, and Louis-Bonaparte interrupted Charles.

Then, he walked in front of Lucien. Then he stretched out his hand, "Good evening, Major Kever."

That's right. This was an opportunity for Charles to receive an audience with the president for Lucien.

Under Charles' constant lobbying, the president, who had just formed a good first impression of Lucien, was finally moved by him and agreed to take a short time to meet with Lucien.

However... he called Lucien's last name wrong. But it doesn't matter. Neither Charles nor Lucien corrected him, after all, the noble man was busy.

"It's an honor to be received by you, Mr. President!" Lucien immediately stood at attention and saluted, and then hesitantly stretched out his hand to shake hands with the president.

Although his voice was deliberately calm, it was always mixed with some slight panting.

From Charles' side, it seemed to move very slowly, but in fact, this was the fastest speed he could walk. He finally arrived at the last moment, and he was relieved.

However, his attitude was misunderstood by the president. He thought Lucien was too excited to be received. Looking at Lucien's upright, angular, and military-style face, he felt even happier.

"I watched your soldiers' training, it was very good." He held Lucien's right hand tightly, looking at him with a smile, "You are indeed an Algerian combat hero, you really have your own way."

"Thank you for your compliment, Mr. President." Lucien seemed flattered and a little embarrassed, "But I am just doing my job, I don't deserve your special praise."

"It's enough to be able to do your job well!" As if he thought of something, Louis-Bonaparte sighed, "There are so many people now who can't even do their duty!"

Lucien, who received such praise from the president, was filled with joy and fear. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how to please him, and finally he could only look at the president angrily.

Fortunately, Charles was there to smooth things over for him.

"Lucien has always been your staunch supporter. Because of this, he has not been taken seriously in the army and was even ordered to retire. Now he has finally returned to the army."

"Oh?" Louis Bonaparte looked at Lucien with some doubt.

This sight made Lucien feel a little troubled.

Maybe he had a good impression of the emperor, but he didn't like his nephew.

However, it was impossible for him to speak his mind directly in front of the president, let alone to disgrace Charles.

"I have always had the highest regard for His Majesty the Emperor, sir." He tried to sound more encouraging, "I also firmly believe that our country needs a strong figure to govern the country with a strong hand in order to get the country back on track. At that time, we soldiers will not need to pay attention to these political affairs, but only focus on the duties we should perform..."

These words were ambiguous, so that Lucien, who was not good at hypocrisy, could speak his mind without any pretense, and at this moment, Louis Bonaparte certainly could not understand otherwise.

"You have a good idea." He let go of Lucien's hand, but still stared at him, "Swords really shouldn't have thoughts. Now that the country is under my leadership, you just need to do your job well. Work, success is just around the corner.”

Then, he turned to look at Ciel, "Major's performance must have been very good, right?"

"Yes, the troops he led have always performed very well." Charles quickly replied, "He wrote to me specifically before and put forward suggestions for improvements to the military organization in the new era."

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"Oh? This is really good!" Louis Bonaparte looked at Lucien again in surprise, "Charles, is the report still there with you? Give it to me later, I want to take a look."

"Okay, no problem, sir." Charles nodded, and then continued, "Well, the new weapon I mentioned to you was only verified after Lucien's test."

"Really?" Louis Bonaparte was shocked again.

The revolutionary power of that new weapon was fully understood after Charles's strong recommendation and the joint support of a group of army generals. He was then ready to support Charles's proposal and start distributing it to the entire army as soon as possible. I heard today After Charles' introduction, he believed that Lucien played a very high role in the development of this new weapon, and maybe even played a leading role.

There was no way he could believe that this was something that a layman like Charles could create on his own.

He has memorized Lucien and feels that this person will definitely be of great use.

Without further ado, he nodded and made a hidden gesture to Ciel.

Although Louis Bonaparte remained calm on the surface, his performance, in the eyes of Charles, who already knew him quite well, was tantamount to a direct admission that "this person is available."

Well done, Lucien.

He winked at Lucien and then made a gesture of congratulations, but Lucien was still a little confused and just nodded vaguely.

"I'm just following Charles' instructions. Without his support, I wouldn't be able to do these things..." Lucien replied hesitantly, "Of course, I also put forward some of my own military opinions on the military aspect. …”

He knew in his heart that he was just a little major, and he was extremely lucky to have the opportunity to talk to the president. There was absolutely no room for him to deal with it haphazardly. Therefore, he was very careful, almost carefully choosing his words, and was deeply afraid of giving him a chance. The president left a bad impression.

"Military insights? Can you tell me your thoughts now?" Louis Bonaparte immediately asked.

The real exam is coming.

This is not a question with a standard answer, this is a question that must fit the answer in the president's mind. Lucien must come up with an answer that satisfies the president, otherwise it will be meaningless no matter how good it is, and it will not be able to please the president at all.

As a layman, Louis Bonaparte actually had his own military ideas - although he fought relatively poorly when he directed wars.

His entire military thinking is in line with his uncle's - that is, he advocates the rapid maneuvering of large forces to find the main force of the enemy, and then seeks to defeat or annihilate the opponent with a violent attack and fight a quick and decisive war.

In order to fit in with his own military thinking, he ordered the casting of a new army field gun shortly after he ascended the throne, in order to be a six-pounder field gun, which is commonly known as the "Napoleon gun."

And Lucien also knew that his future was tied to these few words, so he held his breath. (To be continued...)

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