The next day, February 25

Paris Military Academy, Place de Chevalier.

After yesterday's enrollment report, the 21st batch of freshmen at the Paris Military Academy officially began their first day of military school life.

The trainees all changed into the blue and white infantry uniforms issued to them. The style of this uniform was almost the same as the uniform of the soldiers of the line regiment. It was just that the emblem of the Paris Military Academy was drawn on the ribbon on the cuff to symbolize the military rank to highlight their trainees.

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Early in the morning, all the more than 300 freshmen gathered in Knights Square in accordance with the requirements of the admission handbook to wait for the next instructions.

In the queue, Lawrence and Prince Louis were looking at these fellow students with great interest.

After getting acquainted with Berthier yesterday, Lawrence also learned a lot about this military academy from Berthier.

The academic system of the Paris Military Academy is nominally six years, but in fact very few people actually stay in this military academy for six years.

Those aristocratic young men were originally dissatisfied with the difficult living environment here, and their purpose of entering the military academy was just to make their resumes look better, so that they could better get an official position in the army.

Therefore, many nobles will only stay here for a year and a half, which is enough to give them a military academy experience worth bragging about.

It is also difficult for most civilian trainees to complete six years of study. After all, the cost of living in Paris is not a small sum for them. Many people will choose to accept military ranks halfway and go to various local armies to support their families.

Including Napoleon in history.

When he was studying at the Paris Military Academy, due to the death of his father Carlo Bonaparte, the family's economic conditions deteriorated rapidly. Therefore, Napoleon only stayed at the Paris Military Academy for more than a year before choosing to receive a title and enter the local city defense with the rank of deputy second lieutenant.

The army subsidizes the family's expenses.

In fact, from Berthier's mouth, Lawrence also learned that there were not a few down-and-out nobles like Napoleon in the military academy.

Although these people are more or less discriminatory towards civilian students, they basically only stay verbally and mentally and do not take action.

After all, there are only a small number of noble young masters in this military academy who can be as domineering and unscrupulous as Gur.

This is good news for Lawrence. He had no intention of going against all the noble students.

Uniting all the forces that can be united is what Lawrence wants to do when establishing his own power.

While Lawrence was sizing up the students around him, these fellow students were also spying on Lawrence and his group, and from time to time there would be a few whispers:

"Hey, that's Charles Bornaba, who beat up Count Isaac's son yesterday."

"You mean that tall guy with blond hair? Heh... so brave."

"He's just a lunatic. Yesterday he called on us to stand with him. What a fool. He just wanted to find a shield for himself."

"But it seems that there are several people around him who have decided to follow him..."

"And he actually has such courage... He is considered a figure. Why not ask?"

"You want to make friends with him? Forget it, don't let Earl Isaac worry about you."

"Hmph, I am also from a count family, so why should I be afraid of him?"

"Come on, brother, a nobleman like you who has been in decline for many generations should not touch Count Isaac."

"You! Alas...forget it, that's what you said."

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Naturally, Lawrence heard all the undisguised rumors around him.

About half of the students decided to stay away from this madman named Charles to avoid being involved in the grudge against Count Isaac.

The rest of the people sneered at him and just thought he was a brainless idiot.

The last small group of people recognized Charles Bornaba's courage and courage, and admired him quite a bit. However, due to the power of Gul and Earl Isaac, they did not dare to take the initiative to get too close to him.

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Listening to the various discussions, Lawrence just smiled calmly. In any case, his goal of becoming famous in the military academy was achieved.

Crown Prince Louis found it hard to accept the harsh remarks and frowned, ready to go forward and argue with those people.

At this moment, a thunderous roar suddenly came from the edge of the square:

"You bunch of losers! What the hell are you doing just standing there?"

This roar as loud as a bell immediately calmed the more than 300 students present. Everyone subconsciously stopped talking and turned to look to one side of the square.

They saw a bald officer walking towards them with a gloomy face.

He is about fifty years old, wearing a dark blue officer's uniform. He is not tall, but he is not angry and intimidating. His deep black eye sockets are a pair of shuddering cold eyes. It feels like anyone who stares at him for ten seconds will be stunned.

Unconsciously, my legs began to tremble.

Lawrence couldn't help but look at the officer a few more times. What caught his eye was not the major rank ribbon on the other's sleeves, but the pair of cold, emotionless eyes.

Lawrence, who has commanded the Corsican Defense Force, can conclude that only battlefield veterans who have been on the line between life and death many times can hone such a temperament and eyes.

Berthier, who was fully prepared for the investigation, also explained softly beside Lawrence:

"That must be Lieutenant Colonel Modise, our superior instructor. He comes from a military family. He loves soldiers as much as his sons and hates his enemies as much as his enemies. He served as the frontline battlefield commander in both wars. He was transferred back from the frontline because of his outstanding achievements.

From the rear, it is said that the Duke of Choiseul personally invited him to serve as an instructor at the Paris Military Academy."

Lawrence also nodded thoughtfully. He was able to fully experience the War of the Austrian Succession and the Seven Years' War and perform meritorious service. He was also favored by the Duke of Choiseul. He was indeed an outstanding front-line officer.

"Stupid pigs! Are you all deaf?!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Lieutenant Colonel Modise seems to have injured his legs and feet and is walking with a limp, but this does not make him look funny, on the contrary, he

The slow and heavy pace was full of oppression, and coupled with the thunderous roar, it made people shudder:

"Are you students at the Paris Military Academy? I'll grab four hundred fucking peasants from the countryside, and they all know how to stand in line and wait for the commander to come!"

The students took one look at their loose formation and then realized that they formed a relatively compact square formation after a burst of hasty footsteps.

"A bunch of trash... died on the battlefield without even knowing how."

Cursing, Lieutenant Colonel Modise took off the iron flask hanging from his belt, took a big gulp into his mouth, then glanced at the folder in his hand, and shouted impatiently:

"Listen to me, I don't want to repeat it a second time. I am Modis, with the rank of lieutenant colonel, former commander of the 12th Infantry Regiment of the Alpine Legion, your current instructor, honor...forget it, a bunch of

There is no need for a medal, I am too lazy to recite it, anyway..."

Lieutenant Colonel Modise poured another sip of wine into his mouth, wiped his mouth with his sleeve carelessly, and continued:

"My mission is to prevent you losers from dying when you go to the battlefield in the future. If you want to die, just don't drag your soldiers to bury you with you. A commander like that..."

Halfway through, Lieutenant Colonel Modise seemed to recall some unbearable battlefield past. The anger in his voice became stronger, and his eyes became a little cloudy. With a force of his wrist, he squeezed the iron jug into shape.

A lump:

"I will risk my life to kill you."

The crumpled wine bottle fell to the ground, making a crisp clang sound in the silent Knights Square.

The students present all looked at the bald officer with fear. Even the arrogant noble young men could not help but restrain themselves a little and frowned at Lieutenant Colonel Modise.

Crown Prince Louis could not help but stand at attention, his whole body trembling slightly from nervousness. No one in the palace had ever dared to yell at him like this.

Lieutenant Colonel Modis narrowed his eyes and glanced at everyone, kicked the wine bottle away, and continued:

"In short, I am responsible for teaching you battlefield command and military theoretical practice. I don't know about other elective subjects, but if you don't get my approval for these two required courses, huh, then don't say that you are from the Paris Military Academy.

If you get out, that kind of trash is only worthy of being used as cannon fodder, is it clear?!"

There were sporadic responses from the students: "Clear...clear."

Lieutenant Colonel Modise frowned, the veins on his forehead stood out, and shouted:

"Don't you all have a voice? Ah?! When you are on the battlefield, and there are twelve British guns roaring in unison six hundred yards away, your sounds are like the sound of a frog peeing.

!Answer me again!”

The students suddenly felt nervous and shouted in unison: "It's clear!"

"That's pretty much it..."

Lieutenant Colonel Modise finally showed a hint of satisfaction, then silently glanced at the students present and began to count the number of people in his mind.

More than a minute later, the lieutenant colonel suddenly frowned. He glanced at the documents in his hand, counted the number of students present, and asked in a cold voice:

"Hey, the document given to me above said there are 372 students in this period. Why is there one less person here? What kind of bastard dares to be absent on the first day?!"

Under the questioning of Lieutenant Colonel Modise, a student replied tremblingly:

"Report...report to the instructor, it should be..."

"Call me sir, this is a military academy, that is, the army. Don't you even have this bit of common sense?" Lieutenant Colonel Modise corrected him sharply.

"Yes, sir... The one who is absent should be Gul Alexei de Isaac..."

The student carefully explained:

"He... was injured and was carried out of the school this morning."

Lieutenant Colonel Modise was stunned, as if he had heard this name a long time ago:

"Injured? Well, you're going to end up in the Invalides before even going to the battlefield? What's wrong with him?"

The student did not answer, but like everyone else, they all turned to look at the center of the queue, looking at the expressionless Charles Bornaba.
To be continued...