Make France Great Again

Chapter 629: The Great Emperor Comes to Loyal Crimea

Just when everyone thought that the Emperor of the French Empire was returning to Paris on a warship, the warship carrying Jerome Bonaparte was quietly heading towards Sevastopol while the moon was hazy, and In the early morning of the second day, it broke through the thick fog and reached the vicinity of Sevastopol.

The French Navy, which was in charge of patrolling the waters near Sevastopol to guard against the Russian Empire’s sneak attack, spotted the warship flying the French flag at the first time, and the sailors on the observation deck immediately reported to the loud report under the observation deck: “Go and report to the captain, Let's just say that a warship with a national flag is heading in our direction!"

The sailors on deck ran to the captain's office as soon as they received the news, and reported the news to the captain.

"You said you found a warship flying the national flag of our country?" the captain repeated.

"That's right!" The sailor nodded in response.

"However, I haven't received the news of the arrival of the warship here!" The captain frowned and muttered to himself, then he raised his head again and asked the sailor: "Do you think Russia is flying our military flag in an attempt to use This way to deceive us!"

"Your Excellency Captain, this is still uncertain!" The sailor proposed a solution to the captain: "However, I think we can use the semaphore to ask their number and navy affiliation sequence, and we can also ask them why they came here!"

The captain's eyes lit up, he patted his head and nodded again and again: "You are right! Do it now! Be sure to understand the number and sequence of this warship, and what is the purpose of their arrival here!"

"Yes!" The sailor saluted the captain and left.

When the sailors conveyed the captain's order to the sailors on the observation deck, the sailors on the observation deck waved their flags and asked the other side.

"Your Majesty, they are using flags to ask which unit we belong to. What is the purpose of coming here?" The captain of the warship Jerome Bonaparte reported respectfully to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Tell them your troops, and tell them that you are here with a special mission!" Jerome Bonaparte immediately said to the captain beside him.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" After the captain saluted Jérôme Bonaparte, he trotted to the mast of the observation tower, and gave the order to the sailors on the observation tower.

The sailors waved the two flags in their hands and relayed the captain's words to Jerome Bonaparte, all in the form of semaphores.

"The warship on the opposite side said that they were members of the third detachment of the Mediterranean Fleet! They were ordered by the Emperor of France to go to Sevastopol to perform their mission!" Sailors reported to the patrol captain.

"Since you came here under the order of His Majesty the Emperor, let it go!" The captain waved his hand and said to the sailors.

"Yes!"

After waiting for the sailors to leave, the captain sighed again and said to himself in a slightly sour tone: "His Majesty the Emperor is here, why did he leave so soon, and he didn't come here in person! "

"Your Majesty, the warship opposite has allowed us to pass!" The captain responded to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Then move on!" Jerome Bonaparte said sternly.

The patrol fleet gave way, and the warship continued on its way, and soon entered the port of Sevastopol.

Standing on the deck of the warship, Jerome Bonaparte looked at the battleships docked in the port and the bungalows lined up in the distance, and a smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

In this world, no one except Jerome Bonaparte would know how tough Sevastopol was.

Historically, Sevastopol was a veritable mill of flesh and blood. In order to capture this fortified city, the British and French armies sacrificed nearly 100,000 lives.

Of course, the vast majority of these lives did not die directly at the hands of the Russian Empire, but were harvested by cholera and cold.

Today's coalition troops no longer need to forcefully attack here with various debuff bonuses, they only need to quietly guard in Sevastopol and wait for the arrival of the Russian Imperial Army.

Just when Jerome Bonaparte was proud of his small contribution, Marshal Reigno's voice appeared in the ear of Jerome Bonaparte at home: "Your Majesty, it's time for us to disembark!"

"Okay!" Jerome, who had recovered his senses, nodded, and then, together with Marshal Reigno and Richard Metternich, slowly landed on the shore in a small boat.

At this time, Leboeuf, the chief quartermaster of the French Expeditionary Force, who was inventorying equipment in the port warehouse, received a report from the soldiers at the port.

"You go and report to Commander Pelissier immediately!" Leboeuf immediately ordered the soldiers.

"Your Excellency General, are you not going?" the soldier responded to Leboeuf.

"I'm going to the pier to meet the special envoy! You can go there alone!" Leboeuf said, running towards the pier.

When Leboeuf was about to arrive at the port terminal, the scene in front of him almost made him feel a cardiac arrest.

What kind of special envoy is the person standing on the pier, it is obviously the emperor himself!

who I am? where am I? How could the emperor appear here?

Leboeuf's eyes were dull, his mind was blank, and his footsteps gradually slowed down.

Jerome Bonaparte on the dock also noticed Le Boeuf, he waved at Le Boeuf: "Le Boeuf!"

Leboeuf, who heard His Majesty's voice in his ears, immediately recovered his senses. He hurriedly ran in the direction of Jerome Bonaparte, and soon came to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Your Majesty, Marshal Reynio!" Leboeuf straightened his body and shouted to them in a sonorous tone.

Jerome Bonaparte looked at Leboeuf carefully, then squatted down.

"Your Majesty!" Surprised expressions appeared on the faces of the people around.

I saw Jerome Bonaparte tightening the lace-up leather boots that Leboeuf was wearing on his feet, then got up and patted Leboeuf on the shoulder and said affectionately: "You are also a general of the empire, you must be Pay more attention to grooming!"

"Your Majesty!" Leboeuf's face showed a moved expression, and his voice was a little more sobbing: "I..."

"Stop doing this!" Jerome Bonaparte pretended to be disgusted, and joked: "You are not a child, so don't cry at every turn! A crying general will not be convincing!"

"Yes!" Leboeuf put away his sensual side and replied with a soldier's iron-blooded attitude.

"Okay! Take me to the headquarters!" Jerome Bonaparte ordered Leboeuf.

Leboeuf and Jerome Bonaparte walked and chatted under the watchful eyes of the soldiers near the port, and soon came to the French headquarters.

At this moment, Jerome Patterson, the adjutant to the commander of the French Expeditionary Force, and Conrobert, the deputy commander of the expeditionary force, just stepped out of the gate of the headquarters.

When they saw Jerome Bonaparte and Marshal Reign accompanied by Leboeuf in the distance, their minds were also blank.

"Paterson, Conrobel!" Jerome Bonaparte waved to Jerome Paterson and Conrobel.

Conrobel, who quickly reacted, reminded Jerome Paterson who was in a dazed state in a low voice, and the two trotted to Jerome Bonaparte together.

"Your Majesty × 2!" Jerome Paterson and Conrobert shouted to Jerome Bonaparte in unison.

Jerome Bonaparte looked up and down the two of them, "General Canrobert!"

"My subordinate is here!" Conrobert gave Jerome Bonaparte a military salute.

"You're thinner than before!" Jerome Bonaparte stretched out his hand and patted Canrobert on the shoulder, and said in a kind tone, "It's hard work!"

"For the Empire!" Conrobel responded firmly.

Then, Jerome Bonaparte glanced at his nephew again, and he nodded with satisfaction: "Paterson, the training in the army has made you more mature than before!"

Jerome Paterson did not speak, but gave a military salute to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Right! Where is our Marshal Perlisier? It's a shame that I came all the way here and handed him his marshal's scepter!" Jerome Bonaparte asked Kang in a mocking tone. Robert and Jerome Patterson.

"Your Majesty, because Commander Pelissier did not know that you arrived today, he is now supervising the fortifications of Sevastopol!" Conrobel hurriedly explained to Pelissier, "I will send someone to take Pelissier immediately. Commander Ye, please come here!"

"No!" Jerome Bonaparte raised his hand to stop him: "Let's surprise our great hero, Commander Perlisier, at the headquarters!"

After that, Jerome Bonaparte and Reigno entered the expeditionary army headquarters, and Conrobert and Jerome Paterson had to follow Jerome Bonaparte into the headquarters.

And at Inkerman Hill, a few kilometers away from the French Expeditionary Force headquarters, he oversaw the construction of the fortifications, and he was accompanied by the British Expeditionary Force Commander Raglan... No, it should be said It's Marshal Raglan. UU reading www. uukanshu.com

"Hey! I really don't know, when will we be able to truly defeat the Russian Empire!" Standing on the top of Mount Inkerman overlooking the small bastions and trenches on the mountainside, Commander Raglan couldn't help sighing.

He couldn't understand why the Emperor of France insisted on having his army build fortifications in Sevastopol to await the arrival of the Russian Empire.

Is the Russian Empire really going to bludgeon its head into the fortifications?

Probably not!

"Come on!" Pelissier looked into the distance and said without doubt: "According to the information from the Tatar cavalry, the current commander of the Russian Empire, Gorchakov, is training troops near Perekop!"

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