Jérôme, Bonaparte, the three of them, Count Grenell who followed him, and the Austrian Imperial cavalry troops dismounted one after another.
"Okay, you can stay here!" Jérôme Bonaparte said to Count Gugnelle as he handed the reins to him.
"But Your Majesty, I'm worried..." Count Grenell said to Jérôme Bonaparte with a worried look on his face.
Before Count Grenell could finish his words, Jérôme Bonaparte patted Count Grenell on the shoulder and said to him: "Don't worry, we will be fine!"
After saying that, he left Count Gnell and came to an Austrian Imperial Cavalry and said: "Can you lend me your rifle?"
The Austrian Imperial Cavalry was stunned for a moment, and then turned its attention to Count Grenell. He needed Count Grenell's consent before he could hand over the rifle to Jérôme Bonaparte.
"Count Gugnelle!" Jérôme Bonaparte turned his head and glanced at Count Gugnelle again.
"Give your rifle to His Majesty!" Count Gugnelle sighed silently in his heart, and then ordered his soldiers to hand the rifle to Jérôme Bonaparte.
The Austrian cavalry immediately handed over their rifles with both hands, and handed the bullet bag hanging on their waist to Jerome Bonaparte.
Jérôme Bonaparte, who was holding the rifle in his hand, felt the weight of the rifle and couldn't help but praise: "What a good rifle!"
"You're flattered!" Count Grenell said humbly.
Then, Jérôme Bonaparte turned his attention to the body of the gun, where he wanted to find the time when this rifle was made.
Finally, Jérôme Bonaparte found the number 855 engraved on the gun body near the trigger. Apparently, this rifle was manufactured in 1855.
Immediately afterwards, Jerome Bonaparte raised the muzzle of the gun and took a look inside the muzzle. Through the muzzle, he discovered the rifling inside the muzzle.
Combining the manufacturing time of the rifle with the internal rifling, Jérôme Bonaparte could basically conclude that this should be the latest rifle developed by Austria.
"Which master made this rifle?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked Count Grenell in a casual tone.
"It's not a master, just a lieutenant!" Count Grenell quickly responded, "The lieutenant's name is...is..."
Count Grenell glanced sideways, and the Austrian cavalry quickly said: "The name is Joseph Lorenz! Therefore, this rifle is also called the Lorenz rifle!"
"So that's it!" Jerome Bonaparte responded suddenly, "Your Austrian Empire's army is really full of talents! This Lorenz rifle feels better than our country's Migne rifle and the British
The Enfield rifle is better than the previous one, but in terms of performance, I don’t think there is a big gap!”
"You are exaggerating!" Count Grenell continued to reply to Jérôme Bonaparte with a smile, "The performance of your Migne rifle has been tested in the Crimean battlefield, and our Lorenz rifle
It has not experienced the test of large-scale war! Therefore, it is impossible to make a correct judgment!"
Of course, Jérôme Bonaparte understood that this was just Count Grenell's humble statement. In fact, he should be proud that his Austrian Empire could surpass France in rifles.
Let you be proud for a while until the breech-loading gun comes out! There will be a time when you cry!
Jérôme Bonaparte couldn't help but say something silently in his heart.
According to the current financial situation of the Austrian Empire (Jerome Bonaparte estimated that it is roughly one-fifth of the French finance), the replacement of the Lorenz rifle will take at least five years to be completely completed.
By that time, the French Empire had already begun to replace Mauser's new version of breech-loading guns with performance that was several times better than that of Dresser.
The Austrian Empire could only watch helplessly as the French army changed its uniforms, without any solution.
Of course, if the Austrian Empire is willing to fight an Austro-Prussian war, then Jérôme Bonaparte is still willing to give Austria a part of the loan to speed up the change of equipment.
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"Okay! It's getting late, I should go in! See you later!" Jérôme Bonaparte put the Lorenz rifle on his shoulder like a king of the mountains and waved to Count Grenell.
Looking at Jérôme Bonaparte's strutting back like a crab dominating the city, Augusta and Elizabeth Yin couldn't help laughing, and they followed Jérôme Bonaparte into the forest.
"Your Excellency, are we really not going to follow them in?" the cavalryman asked Count Grenell with a worried look.
"Forget it!" Count Gnell shook his head and responded to the cavalry, "Following the past will only make the emperor hate us and affect the emperor's good deeds!"
"Good thing? What good thing?" The cavalryman was stunned, not understanding what Count Genel meant.
"Nothing!" Count Gnell quickly changed the subject and ordered the cavalry to check nearby.
The cavalry obeyed the order and rode forward along the path.
On the other hand, Jérôme Bonaparte, who entered the forest, looked at the lush green world and suddenly felt relaxed and happy.
Elizabeth Yin, who was following Jerome Bonaparte, also began to sing her childhood songs. Her oriole-like singing voice made Jerome Bonaparte and Queen Augusta have a relationship.
A feeling of cool breeze blowing on your face.
After Elizabeth Yin finished singing, Jérôme Bonaparte suddenly had the urge to have Lisa Bai sing a "famous song" for later generations.
"Yin Lisabeth, I have a song here! Can you sing it?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked Yin Lisabeth with a wicked smile.
"Your Majesty, what kind of song is this?" Elizabeth Yin asked Jérôme Bonaparte curiously.
"Tell me first, whether you agree or not!" Jérôme Bonaparte did not directly tell her the lyrics, but asked in a subtle way.
Queen Augusta immediately understood that her husband must have been hiding something bad again.
However, she didn't want to stop it because she also wanted to hear what the song was!
"I agreed!" Elizabeth Yin agreed to Jérôme Bonaparte. She subconsciously thought that Jérôme Bonaparte would not cheat her by doing this to her.
Jérôme Bonaparte sang the lyrics and melody again. After listening to the song, Elizabeth Yin's face instantly turned pale. She seemed to have seen a devil. Queen Augusta also used a
The deputy looked at Jérôme Bonaparte in disbelief.
She didn't understand why Jérôme Bonaparte could compose such lyrics!
"How about it? Sing!" Jérôme Bonaparte leaned against the tree and said to Queen Elizabeth with a smile.
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"Your Majesty, do you really want to sing?" Elizabeth Yin asked Jérôme Bonaparte while reading.
"Of course!" Jérôme Bonaparte responded categorically to Elizabeth Yin. He wanted to see if the remnants of the feudal society had a different feeling when singing this kind of song.
Yin Lisabai cleared her throat and sang in French: "Get up, hungry and cold slave!
Arise, you suffering people all over the world!
The blood in my heart is already boiling
…”
"No! No! Your singing is really too weak!" Jérôme Bonaparte shook his head and said to Elizabeth Yin: "Strong and powerful! You know how powerful it is! Only by being strong and powerful can you
Only then can we truly understand the essence of this song!"
"Your Majesty, we are the ones to be defeated in the song!" Lisabeth pouted and said to Jérôme Bonaparte.
"That's right!" Jérôme Bonaparte was stunned, and then said to Elizabeth Yin: "Forget it, let's change the song!"
"Your Majesty! If the next song is still like this, please allow me to refuse!" Elizabeth Yin said before Jérôme Bonaparte.
"Don't worry! It won't be the case this time! But have you learned Russian?" Jérôme Bonaparte asked Elizabeth Yin.
"I'm currently studying!" Yin Lisabai replied.
"That's good!" Jérôme Bonaparte sang "Katyusha" to Elizabeth Yin.
Elizabeth Yin quickly learned Katyusha and sang it with her euphemistic voice.
Jérôme Bonaparte and Augusta showed intoxicated expressions on their faces at the same time. After Elizabeth Yin finished singing, she asked if there was any story behind the song.
"Indeed!" Jérôme Bonaparte nodded and pasted the story of the Patriotic War into the Napoleonic War.
"That girl waited until her beloved was gone!" Elizabeth Yin asked Jérôme Bonaparte.
"No!" Jérôme Bonaparte shook his head and responded to Elizabeth Yin, "That boy died when he came to battle at Bizig! The girl can no longer wait for her beloved!"
"It's so pitiful!" Yin Lisabai said with tears in her eyes: "The person who beat that boy to death is so abominable!"
"Uh!" Jérôme Bonaparte scratched his head and responded to Elizabeth Yin, "It was our French army that killed that boy!"
"Ah! I'm sorry, Your Majesty!" Elizabeth Yin quickly apologized to Jérôme Bonaparte, "I forgot!"
"Nothing! Let's continue hunting!" Jérôme Bonaparte waved his hand and said to Elizabeth Yin.
Jerome Bonaparte and others continued to move forward, and finally saw their first prey.
A small sika deer appeared directly in front of Jérôme Bonaparte. Jérôme Bonaparte was about to raise his gun and abandon it when Elizabeth Yin suddenly opened her throat and sang again.
The sika deer heard the singing and fled quickly. Jérôme Bonaparte had no choice but to put down his gun and put his big hand on Yin Lisabai's head. He rubbed it twice and said "viciously": "Tell me, did you do it on purpose?"
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"Your Majesty, don't you think that little deer is very pitiful!" Elizabeth Yin said cutely to Jérôme Bonaparte, winking.
"Okay! You win!" Jérôme Bonaparte put Yin Elizabeth behind and continued to move forward.
In the next few times, Elizabeth and Augusta always took turns to sabotage Jérôme Bonaparte's hunting.
In the end, Jerome Bonaparte chose to give up. The three of them lay on a lawn and stared at the sky quietly until the sun slowly set on the horizon.
