In the afternoon of the same day, Lazar Cano was busy writing the roster for the first training team in his office.
These were all available talents that he personally selected from the company brought by An Ning and the newly recruited recruits. Lazar Cano was ready to personally go into battle and train them into qualified non-commissioned officers in a short period of time.
At this time someone knocked on the door of the room.
"Come in." Lazar Cano raised his head while answering the door. After realizing that the document that came in was not the document he jumped out, he stopped writing and looked up in confusion.
The person who came in was Sergeant Paul, who was in charge of recruiting soldiers.
"Is there something wrong with the conscription?" Kano asked doubtfully.
Sergeant Paul hesitated for a moment, and then said to Lazar Cano mysteriously: "You are a person who has read books. I have a question. Maybe you can help me solve it. It is about the General."
Kano put on a serious expression, inserted the quill into the pen holder, clasped his hands, and looked at Paul intently: "Go ahead."
"Your Majesty the General asked me to pay attention to a few people before. He gave me a list and asked me to report to him immediately if I find that there are people on the list among the people who came to apply."
Paul looked confused: "But this list is very strange. I can understand some of the people in it. For example, he asked me to pay attention to a student named Davout who graduated from the Auxerre Cavalry Officer School. But there are other people on the list that I can't understand at all. I understand why the General is looking for them!
"Including the one I just discovered, named Jean Lannes, who is an apprentice worker in a dyeing shop and has no military training at all."
Lazar Carnot frowned: "Davout... If it is a cavalry officer, it is really not surprising. The general is now very eager to have experienced cavalry officers. Perhaps he heard about it when he was teaching at the Military Academy in Paris. The name of this student... You should have told me earlier. I could write to ask my classmates who work in the Staff Department of the Self-Defense Forces Headquarters.
"As for the dyeing shop apprentice... Si..."
Kano frowned, showing a thoughtful expression, and murmured to himself: "This... I don't know what's going on. That Jean Rana came to apply for the job today? What do you think after seeing him? ?”
Sergeant Paul immediately replied: "I think he is just an ordinary dyeing shop apprentice, no different from the trousers guys who make up the main body of our army. Oh yes, he is relatively strong and tall, but the recruits who have recently applied are all very tall. .”
Kano: "...Are you sure this is the person the General is looking for?"
"Yes, Your Majesty the General walked around him a few times and looked very happy, as if he had dug out golden nuggets from the ground."
Lazar Cano frowned: "Maybe... someone recommended it to Your Excellency the General? But who would recommend an apprentice in the dyeing workshop to Your Excellency the General?"
At this moment, someone knocked on the door again.
"Come in!" Cano responded.
So a tall young man with shaggy brown hair opened the door and came in: "Report! I am Jean Lannes. His Majesty the General asked me to find Captain Lazar Cano."
The captain stood up: "I am Kano, and you...are that Rana?"
Sergeant Paul: "Yes! That's him! Tall, with shaggy hair!"
Kano came to Rana, looked him up and down carefully, walked around him, and then shook his head in confusion: "He looks like an ordinary strong young man. Mr. Rana, are you literate?"
Lana nodded: "I recognize it. I studied it in the Sunday school run by the priest."
Kano: "Have you received military training?"
Lana shook his head desperately: "I'm just a dyer, a trainee."
Kano scratched his head in confusion and turned to look at Sergeant Paul. The latter spread his hands.
Having no other choice, Kano turned to Rana: "Do you know why the General values you so much?"
Rana: "I didn't make it? I mean, I don't know. Sorry for my hometown accent."
Lazar Cano was pacing in the room, muttering as he walked: "Your Excellency, the General, asked people to pay special attention to an apprentice in the dyeing workshop? The dyeing workshop?"
Kano clapped his hands and turned to ask Rana: "Does he want you to be in charge of the production of military uniforms?"
"No, he wants me to learn from you how to form an army and march to fight."
Kano was completely confused: "This... are you sure that's what he said?"
"I..." Jean Lannes himself was not sure, "That should be what he said. I don't know why the General thinks so highly of me. This is the first time I see him today."
The three people in the room stared at each other in confusion.
Sergeant Paul suddenly said: "Is this possible? Your Excellency, General, has received a revelation from God..."
Carnot: "A man who confiscated the possessions and all the properties of the Papal Court in Conta, received a revelation from God?"
Sergeant Paul hesitated for a moment and said, "Maybe it's the Protestant master."
After saying this, he immediately turned pale with fright and crossed himself repeatedly.
Rana: "How about asking the General directly? How big of a deal is this?"
"Wait a minute!" Kano called to Rana who was about to leave, "Forget it, why did the general notice you? It's not an important matter. Since the general's order has been issued, you stay here and follow me.
Learn to organize and train an army.”
Sergeant Paul: "Then... my question... is that all?"
"Of course." Kano replied, "A soldier's bounden duty is to execute orders. Since such an order has been issued, execute it. Don't ask why. Who does the general want you to pay attention to? Write it down and compile a list for me."
Sergeant Paul: "Yes, I'll write it right away."
"Rana...with my authority, I can only give you the rank of private first class. Private Rana, you go to the quartermaster now and get a military uniform."
"yes!"
Looking at Rana running out of the room quickly, Kano had a complicated expression. He murmured in a voice that only he could hear: "Does our commander also know how to watch stars? Analyzing the stars through mathematics and peering into destiny is the only way.
Only then can we get a reasonable explanation.”
**
On the other side, the maid Fanny came to a completely different conclusion.
When An Ning was the only one left in the study, she spoke quietly: "First the short boy Napoleon, and then this strong boy Lana, don't you look through the window of the carriage every day on the street?
Looking for a man?"
An Ning: "You have a huge misunderstanding, I like women!"
"Hey, really?" Fanny obviously didn't believe it. "Then why haven't I seen you bring any beautiful lady home? And you have never patted the maid's buttocks when you were at home."
...Huh? Wait a minute, can that be photographed?
An Ning: "I'm not busy... No, as a maid, are you too lenient?"
"As a maid, of course I have to care about what kind of mistress will come to the house. This is the survival instinct of a maid. If the future mistress is picky and difficult to serve, it will make my entire maid career dim.
.”
An Ning: "Okay, survival instinct, blameless. But you really misunderstood this matter. There is no such thing."
"You don't have to deny it. In fact, there are quite a few such people among the nobility, but they will get married at the right age first."
An Ning: "Are you referring to our locksmith king?"
"For example, Your Majesty, you should get married first and then pursue your personal hobbies."
An Ning: "Like playing with door locks and guillotines?"
Fanny: "Yes, like that one."
An Ning shook her head: "Fanny, I should have told you that the future will be a very turbulent era, and this time is not suitable for romance."
Fanny curled her lips: "Well, I've already worried about your marriage anyway, and I've fulfilled my duties as a maid. If anything happens, you can't blame me."
An Ning: "Of course, I don't blame you."
Fanny was silent for a few seconds and then asked: "So why did you choose that Rana? I don't see anything about him that deserves special care."
An Ning: "Someone told me that he will become a great general."
Fanny: "A... apprentice in the dyeing workshop?"
An Ning: "I'm still a cobbler. There is a mysterious technique in the ancient Eastern countries called fortune telling. I know a little bit about it. That Rana looks majestic and majestic. He must be a good general!"
Fanny: "Do you also know the mysterious skills of the ancient Eastern countries? Where did you learn them?"
"In Brienne..."
"where?"
"I mean, the priest taught me it back home in Caen!"
Fanny spent almost the entire Briena period with An Ning, but this kind of lie didn't work for her.
Fanny curled her lips: "Forget it, this isn't the first time you've shown your unusual talent. I'm used to it. I'm going to prepare dinner."
With that said, Fanny left the terrace.
An Ning breathed a sigh of relief, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of coffee.