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Chapter 631: The Stubborn Emperor

Under the gaze of all the officers of the expeditionary force, Jerome Bonaparte solemnly put a red ribbon on Pellissier, and then placed a gold Grand Cross on him.

All the generals had joyful smiles on their faces, and each of them knew clearly that the French Expeditionary Force was about to welcome a new marshal.

Jérôme Bonaparte, who put the medal on Pélissier's chest, patted Pélissier gently and saluted him with a military salute.

Upon seeing this, Pellissier quickly put his feet together and gave Jérôme Bonaparte a military salute.

Subsequently, Jérôme Bonaparte handed the marshal's scepter in the tray into the hands of Pelissier, and said to Pelissier: "Pellissier, from now on you are the new leader of the French Empire.

Marshal! I hope you can keep up your efforts and not let down my expectations of you!"

"Your Majesty, I promise you with my honor that I will never betray your trust!" Pelissier straightened his body and said with an extraordinarily firm look.

"Very good!" Jérôme Bonaparte showed a smile on his lips and said in a particularly friendly tone: "I look forward to your next performance."

"Long live the Empire! Long live the Emperor!"

As soon as Jerome Bonaparte finished speaking, the generals at the expeditionary force headquarters simultaneously raised their arms and gave a military salute to Jerome Bonaparte, and then cheered loudly to Jerome Bonaparte,

To show loyalty.

Amidst such cheers, two more servants came to the headquarters hall, one of them was carrying a tray, the other was holding a red ribbon.

Almost all the generals stared at Jérôme Bonaparte with fiery eyes. It seemed that the recipient of this investiture ceremony was not just Pelissier.

Looking at the group of generals in front of him who were eager to get honors from his hands, Jérôme Bonaparte could not help but feel complacent in his heart. He raised his voice and said: "General Bosquet, General Canrobert."

!”

"Yes!" Bosquet and Canrobert responded loudly after being called upon by Jerome Bonaparte. They knew they belonged to His Majesty the Emperor and this was to reward them.

"General Canrobert, in your three military operations in Strasbourg, Alma, and Sevastopol, you two fully demonstrated the adaptability and perseverance of an excellent French commander.

Your quality, so on behalf of the French Empire, I bestow upon you the Grand Cross, and at the same time, I hope that you two can achieve greater glory!" Jérôme Bonaparte also wore the red ribbon for Bosquet and Canrobert.

Earned the gold Grand Cross of Medal!

"We will definitely fulfill our mission!" Bosquet and Canrobert stood up straight, their eyes revealing their tenacious fighting spirit.

"Not bad! I'm also looking forward to your performance!"



As time went by, each attendant walked into the hall carrying a tray containing medals, and then walked out of the hall carrying an empty tray. The departure of each attendant meant that a medal was awarded.

This grand general award ceremony was also coming to an end, and the generals who participated in the award ceremony began to gather together in twos and threes and went to the lounge in the headquarters to taste coffee and black tea.

Marshal Pellissier, one of the protagonists of today's investiture ceremony, was called out from the headquarters by Jérôme Bonaparte in the name of inspection.

"Marshal Pélissier, how is the situation here?" Jérôme Bonaparte, walking in the sunshine, asked Pélissier.

"Your Majesty, now the entire Sevastopol has been turned into a giant fortress by our army. As long as the Russian Imperial Army dares to come over, they will smash their heads here and bleed!" Pelissier told Jerome

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"When do you think Gorchakov will launch an attack?" Jerome Bonaparte asked Pelissier again.

After hesitating for a moment, Pelissier responded to Jérôme Bonaparte: "Your Majesty, I don't expect Gorchakov to launch an offensive beyond September! They will most likely launch it later this month.

Attack!"

"It seems that we both think the same thing!" Jerome Bonaparte said as he took out an opened pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out two cigarettes and asked Pellissier: "Have one?

?"

Pellissier took one from Jerome Bonaparte's hand, then took out the match in his pocket and lit it for Jerome Bonaparte.

White smoke rings spit out from Jerome Bonaparte's mouth, and his face also showed an intoxicated look, and then he jogged to a high ground and looked at the port of Sevastopol in the distance.

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Pellissier followed Jerome Bonaparte closely to the high ground. After hesitating for a moment, he said to Jerome Bonaparte: "Your Majesty!"

"What's wrong?" Jerome Bonaparte said calmly.

"You..." Pelissier hesitated, he didn't know whether he should say it or not.

"What's wrong with me?" Jérôme Bonaparte looked at Pellissier with a puzzled face, "Just say what you want! This is the army, not the Tuileries Palace!"

Marshal Pellissier politely asked Jérôme Bonaparte when he planned to return to France!

"Departure? Where to go?" Jérôme Bonaparte was stunned, and after a few seconds he suddenly realized: "Oh! You mean the departure to return to France?"

"Yes!" Pelissier nodded and said to Jérôme Bonaparte: "A war may break out in the Crimean Peninsula at any time. It is too dangerous to stay here!

"

"Then where should I stay? Paris? Or London?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked rhetorically.

Pellissier was silent. He understood that Jérôme Bonaparte's words were not a real inquiry, but an expression of dissatisfaction.

"If my marshals, generals and my most loyal army can't give me a sense of security, then I really don't know what else in this world can bring me security!" Jérôme Bonaparte pinched the butt of his cigarette.

Mie threw it on the ground, and then waved to the French soldiers patrolling in the distance: "Sometimes, the rear is far more dangerous than the front!"

"Your Majesty!" Pelissier didn't know what to say, so he could only shout softly.

"Pellissier, if you want to persuade me to leave, there is no need to say it again! I will not leave the Crimean Peninsula until this war is over! You should know what I need!

"Jérôme Bonaparte responded to Pélissier firmly.

Pellissier did not understand the needs of Jérôme Bonaparte. His Majesty the Emperor also needed honor and blessings just like them.

The title of "Emperor's Nephew" indeed brought Jerome Bonaparte huge political capital, but this political capital did not come without a price.

His Majesty the Emperor must obtain enough honors to make the French think that he is worthy of the title of "Emperor's Nephew".

There is no faster way to gain honor than the military.

"But, if there is any problem in Paris..." Pellissier said to Jérôme Bonaparte with a hint of worry.

He was afraid that if something happened in Paris, their expeditionary force would be in a situation where its logistics would be cut off.

"As for Paris, I have appointed a group of bureaucrats loyal to the empire to manage it on my behalf!" Jérôme Bonaparte replied to Pellissier in a confident tone: "So there is no need to worry about the problems in Paris, and

…”

Jérôme Bonaparte paused, then said with a contemptuous expression: "And I don't think those rats lurking in Paris will act at this time!"

He was not afraid of the rat actions hidden in the Paris liaison, because once they started taking action, Jérôme Bonaparte would have reason to attack them in the name of "colluding with the reactionary forces of the Russian Empire abroad and sabotaging the Crimean War."

Hold a public trial.

For France now, everything has to give in to the Crimean War.

Furthermore, it doesn't matter if Paris is lost. At worst, he can just follow the example of Thiers and lead the army and fight back.

It is true that Paris is a capricious city, but its capriciousness is based on the fact that the economy is completely in decline, and the contradictions between all parties have accumulated to the point where a turmoil has to occur. Those lurking in the dark are also drinking...

Only then will we start to take action.

Today, Paris is still in a stage of rapid development under the governance of Jérôme Bonaparte, and the contradictions between various classes are far from being able to be alleviated by a war.

In addition, the three factions of the Republicans, the Orthodox and the Orleans factions were defeated again and again by Jérôme and Bonaparte, making it difficult to regain their original power in a short period of time.

Therefore, the possibility of something happening in Paris is extremely slim.

Facing Jerome Bonaparte who insisted on staying here, Pellissier could not directly refuse Jerome Bonaparte to stay in the army.

Since the emperor has arrived at the front line and is unwilling to leave, he can only choose to acquiesce.



In the next few days, Jérôme Bonaparte, accompanied by Pelissier, Canrobert and others, inspected the French troops in Sevastopol and Port Qashmi.

After seeing Jerome Bonaparte in Lev's uniform, many soldiers cheered for Jerome Bonaparte from the bottom of their hearts.

It has been a long time since there has been a monarch like Jérôme Bonaparte who came to express condolences in person. The last person to do so was Emperor Napoleon.

At the same time, the commanders of the armies of the three countries of Britain, Turkey, and Britain also received news that the French Emperor had arrived in the Crimean Peninsula, and immediately ran to the French Expeditionary Force on the south bank of Sevastopol to ask for a meeting.

Under the leadership of the French Imperial Marshals Pellissier and Reignault, the British, Turkish and Turkish commanders met with Jerome Bonaparte at the barracks on the south bank of Sevastopol.

"Long time no see! Commander Raglan!"


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