The poor Arabs still don’t know that their future destiny has been completely determined by a foreign monarch named Jerome Bonaparte. The Middle East in the future will only be more fragmented than in history, with conflicts between tribes.
Contradictions will also become more serious in history.
"I hope that after you serve as the French Vice Consul in the Holy Land, you can strengthen your contacts with the ethnic minorities living in the Syrian province. When necessary, you can provide them with mutual support and jointly resist the tyranny!" Jérôme Bonaparte
He hinted at Klein calmly.
The so-called minorities in Jérôme Bonaparte’s mouth include no one except the Jews (or Semites) living in the Holy Land and the Kurds living in the future areas of Syria and Iraq.
Because these two ethnic groups are the two most noisy ethnic groups in the Arab world, from the 19th century to the 21st century, the entire Middle Eastern world has never lacked their presence.
The most important thing is that in the end, these two nations relied on their tenacious fighting spirit to tear off a piece of flesh in the Middle East where there are "oases" everywhere.
The better Jews established Israel, and the worse Kurds also established autonomous regions in Iraq and Syria.
Of course, the unlucky Kurds have never been able to escape the blows of the Turks.
Just over half a year before Jérôme Bonaparte came to this world, Turkish President Esultan ordered the Turkish army to bomb the Kurdish areas in Syria.
It can be said that the hatred between the Kurds, the Turks and the Arabs is "incompatible".
At this point in time, in 1847, the last Kurdish principality was completely wiped out by the Ottoman Empire. From that time on, the Kurds have embarked on the path of resistance!
"Yes! Your Majesty!" Klein responded to Jerome Bonaparte in an excited tone. He knew that it was a certainty that he would go to the Holy Land to serve as the consul.
"Walewski!" Jerome Bonaparte turned his eyes to Walewski, and he called softly to Walewski.
"Your Majesty!" Valewski responded respectfully to Jerome Bonaparte.
"During my stay at the embassy, you must solve all the remaining problems! Don't leave the work to the next person and then leave!" Jérôme Bonaparte told Valais
Fsky gave the order, and then asked with a serious face: "Did you hear it clearly?"
"Your Majesty, I will definitely handle it as soon as possible!" Walewski solemnly promised.
"Okay! Let me see your performance!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and said to Valeves.
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The carriage stopped at the gate of the French Embassy, and Jérôme Bonaparte, Valewski, and Klein got off the carriage one after another.
Standing at the door of the embassy, Jérôme Bonaparte suddenly remembered that he had not yet met Marshal Saint-Arnaud.
"How is the situation with Marshal Saint-Arnaud?" Jérôme Bonaparte stopped and turned to ask Valewski.
Jérôme Bonaparte's sudden words made Valewski stand there for a few seconds, and then he reacted and replied: "Marshal Saint-Arnaud's condition has not improved yet!"
"Didn't I tell you! If Saint Arnaud's physical condition deteriorates, he must be sent to Paris!" Although Jerome Bonaparte understood that Marshal Saint Arnaud's illness no longer depends on where he lives.
Problem-solving, but he was still a little dissatisfied with Walewski.
"Your Majesty!" Walewski bowed to Jérôme Bonaparte, and then replied with a wry smile: "We also advised the Marshal, but the Marshal didn't listen to us at all! He insisted on staying here.
, until the victory of the French Empire! He also said that if his body cannot support France to win the final victory, his body will not be returned until then!"
When Jerome Bonaparte listened to Valewski's words, the words "horse leather shroud" immediately echoed in his mind.
For an adventurous soldier like Saint Arnaud, the horse leather shroud may be the most romantic thing.
Jérôme Bonaparte somewhat understood Saint-Arnault's current thoughts and mood. As a general leading troops to fight, dying on the battlefield was not a humiliating thing, but a supreme honor.
It is a humiliating thing to die on a hospital bed, not to mention having to rush back to Paris before death, which is even more humiliating.
However, he understood, so Jérôme Bonaparte still reprimanded him with a straight face, "What a nonsense! Marshal Saint-Arnaud is fooling around, and you are also fooling around with him? Won't you tie him up and put him in clothes?"
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Who would dare to do it but you? Valewski thought to himself.
Later, Valewski put on a bitter face and said to Jérôme Bonaparte: "Your Majesty, the Marshal is the Chief of the General Staff of France, and I am just an ambassador of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"
There is a Ministry of Foreign Affairs and a General Staff. When the two powers do not have a superior-subordinate relationship with each other, Walewski naturally has no way to order the General Staff.
Not to mention, Marshal Saint-Arnaud was at the same level as De Luys, so Walewski had no reason to order Marshal Saint-Arnaud.
"Forget it!" Jerome Bonaparte sighed, and then started moving forward again.
However, this time Jérôme Bonaparte was heading in the direction of the embassy.
"Your Majesty, what are you doing?" Valewski asked Jerome Bonaparte.
"What to do? Can't you go visit Marshal Saint-Arnaud?" Jérôme Bonaparte replied to Valewski, then stopped and asked with an embarrassed expression: "You built the hospital in
Where is it?"
"Your Majesty, please come with me!" Walewski responded to Jerome Bonaparte again.
This time, Klein was left behind in the embassy, while Jérôme Bonaparte and Valewski took a carriage and drove towards the French Military Hospital in Constantinople.
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Just when Jérôme Bonaparte and Valewski took a carriage to the military hospital, in a "" room in the French Military Hospital, there was the sweating commander of the French Expeditionary Force, Saint Arnaud.
The marshal opened his eyes, showing a painful expression.
After a while, Saint-Arnault said that he gradually returned to his original state. He stretched out his hand and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, then leaned against the bedside and stretched out his hand to take the crutches near the bedside with difficulty.
, slowly placed his legs on the ground, used crutches as support to walk forward step by step, and came to the door.
When Marshal Saint-Arnaud's hand was almost close to the handle of the room, the door slowly opened.
Wearing a white nurse uniform and holding a tray in her right hand, Vernia appeared at the door of the room, and Marshal Saint-Arnaud showed a smile on his slightly pale face.
"Ms. Vernia!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud said to Vernia with a hint of respect.
"Marshal, didn't I tell you that it's best not to get out of bed? Why didn't you listen?" Vernia blamed Marshal Saint-Arnaud while placing the tray on the table near the door.
"Ms. Vernia, I really feel uncomfortable in this place and want to go out for some fresh air!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud responded to Vernia.
"Ventilation?" Vernia pointed to the dark sky outside the window and said: "Marshal Your Excellency, it's already so late now! Do you still want to go out?"
"Ms. Vernia, it's actually not too late! I think back when I was in Algiers..." Marshal Saint-Arnaud gushed about what happened in Algiers to Vernia.
"Marshal, this is not Algiers, and you are not the same person you were more than ten years ago!" Vernia responded to Marshal Saint-Arnaud: "I must be responsible for your safety and life!"
"Ms. Vernia!" Marshal Saint-Arnaud pointed at himself and asked Vernia: "How much time do you think I have now?"
Vernia looked at Saint Arnaud's body. Marshal Saint Arnaud a month ago was able to get up without the help of crutches at all, but only suffered from occasional pain.
The current Marshal Saint-Arnaud cannot be found without the help of crutches. The cramping pain from the abdomen will appear every once in a while.
It was as if someone had cut open the abdomen of Marshal Saint-Arnaud repeatedly with a knife, so that even doubling the dose of aphrodisiac was still not enough to relieve the pain. Vernia had to find the latest "analgesic".
The effect of this analgesic is much better than that of afurong, but its addictiveness is also several times higher than that of afurong.
"Your Excellency, Marshal!" Vernia replied to Saint Arnaud with an extremely serious expression: "As long as you are still receiving treatment here, you must listen to me. You are a person who speaks the truth in the expeditionary army.
But in a hospital, doctors and nurses are the ones who control the hospital!"
Upon hearing Vernia's answer, Marshal Saint-Arnaud showed a helpless smile.
"Forget it, let's not talk about this! Let me help you back to bed!" Vernia stretched out her hand to support Marshal Saint-Arnaud's arm.
"Ms. Vernia, can I sit there?" Marshal Saint-Arnaud pointed to the location of the window and asked Vernia.
After thinking for a moment, Vernia nodded and agreed to Marshal Saint Arnaud's request.
Marshal Saint-Arnaud was able to sit on a chair near the window and gaze at the dark sky in the distance.
Vernia held the three sterilized glass syringes in the tray in his hands. The average liquid capacity in each glass syringe was about 2-3 ml. The glass syringes were filled with colorless and transparent liquid.