After General Bosskay asked the question, Jero Bonaparte once again emphasized the importance of discipline.
As a ti traveler, he knew all too well about France... No, he should say what kind of armies the countries of today’s world had. He could even unceremoniously say that the armies of the current world (including Prussia) were composed of robbers, strong n, and executioners. This hadn’t changed much even in the 21st century.
So he did not demand that his own army could be like so army a hundred years later, achieving the feat of taking nothing from the masses.
However, the discipline that a troop should have cannot be relaxed at all, even if it’s a robbery, it should follow order in its looting. Random looting only ruins discipline and reduces the efficiency of robbery without having any positive effect.
Of course, the issue of the Second Division going to nearby villages to "spend" their leisure ti did not violate discipline in principle. Since Bosskay ntioned this situation, Jero Bonaparte thought it necessary to emphasize it appropriately.
"Rest assured! I will strictly supervise them!" General Bosskay hurriedly assured Jero Bonaparte.
"Don’t be too overzealous!" Jero Bonaparte teased, "n! We all know there will always be a day or two every month that they can’t hold it in, which is understandable! Not to ntion that most of your soldiers are young lads full of vigor, as long as they don’t falter during critical tis!"
Jero Bonaparte paused for a mont and then said, "And have the soldiers pay a little more attention, try not to cause any fatalities!"
The super powerful seeding ability of the French Army during the Napoleonic Wars, had already beco famous in Europe.
The Franco-German mixed children born during the later Three Germanies’ garrison in Paris were nothing compared to the mixed children the French soldiers left in the German Region, Poland, and Russia during the Napoleonic tis.
"Your Majesty, I’m afraid I can’t guarantee that!" General Bosskay also joked, "After all, I can’t precisely control which male of the soldiers’ lower rifle!!"
"When they really co knocking on your door, don’t bla for not warning you!" Jero Bonaparte also smiled back at Bosskay.
"At most, we’ll just offer them so money!" General Bosskay replied as well, "Surely they won’t expect our soldiers to marry them!"
Seeing the conversation deviating more and more from discipline, Jero Bonaparte imdiately halted it: "Alright! Everyone pay a little more attention! Don’t wait until they really co knocking, and bla for being rciless then!"
"Yes!" General Bosskay responded seriously.
Subsequently, Jero Bonaparte once again asked the people present if they had any difficulties that needed him to solve!
This ti, everyone present shook their heads, indicating there were no issues that needed resolving.
"Since none of you have any problems, then I hereby declare the temporary eting adjourned!" Jero Bonaparte announced the end to those present as he stood up.
Everyone stood up and saluted Jero Bonaparte, then left the Expeditionary Army Headquarters.
That evening, the French national flag and military standard hanging on the South Shore of Sevastopol were lowered to half-mast.
The rumble of cannons and the "Marching Song" echoed on the South Shore of Sevastopol, ceasing only around 2 or 3 in the morning.
The next morning, Commander-in-Chief of the British Expeditionary Army, Marshal Lagren, appeared at the Expeditionary Army Headquarters with dark circles under his eyes.
Jero Bonaparte looked at Marshal Lagren in surprise and inquired considerately if the cannons from last night had disturbed him.
Marshal Lagren nodded and curiously asked Jero Bonaparte what had happened last night with the French Army.
Jero Bonaparte told Marshal Lagren the news that Marshal Saint Arno had passed away yesterday afternoon.
After hearing Jero Bonaparte’s answer, Marshal Lagren’s expression beca a bit complex, and he sighed, "Truly, the hand of fate! I didn’t expect Marshal Saint Arno to return to God’s embrace so soon! He was so young!"
"Perhaps it’s because God needed a brilliant commander like Marshal Saint Arno to conquer lands on His behalf!" Jero Bonaparte also sighed, "Just like my uncle, who also returned to God’s embrace at the age of 52!"
"My superior, the Duke of Wellington, also once said that the early demise of His Majesty Napoleon was indeed a loss to the world!" Marshal Lagren nodded empathetically.
Subsequently, Jero Bonaparte chatted with Commander Largren for a while.
During the conversation, Marshal Lagren tentatively inquired if the French Army was planning anything new recently.
If France needed Britain’s assistance, he and the British Army would certainly not decline.
Jero Bonaparte told Marshal Lagren that France was indeed formulating new plans, but it would take so ti.
Marshal Lagren imdiately expressed that he personally was looking forward to France’s plans.
"Once the Staff Departnt finalizes the plans, I will call you to discuss them imdiately!" Jero Bonaparte responded to Marshal Lagren.
"Yes!" Marshal Lagren nodded and then bid farewell to Jero Bonaparte!
"Marshal Lagren, the weather on the Cria Peninsula is turning cold, take care of your health!" Jero Bonaparte reminded Marshal Lagren, rembering that historically, Marshal Lagren’s death should also be around this ti. (Here, Jero Bonaparte rembered incorrectly; Marshal Lagren’s historical death was on June 28, 1855, but in this year he caught dysentery during winter, significantly weakening his bodily functions, and the following year, due to ongoing dostic criticism, his inner rage could not be vented, leading to his death under internal and external pressure.)
This tiline’s Marshal Lagren, because of the early capture of Sevastopol, faced significantly less criticism than during the sa period.
Of course, many problems within the British Army were also buried under the continuous victories of the Allied Forces.)
"Rest assured, Your Majesty, until I see Russia surrender, I will absolutely not close my eyes!" Marshal Lagren responded to Jero Bonaparte.
...
anwhile, as Jero Bonaparte and Commander Lagren were talking, sothing significant was also happening a few dozen kiloters away in Bakhchisaray.
At this mont, Crown Prince Alexander, Grand Duke Constantine, Commander Gorchakov, and Marshal Jomini were all gathered in a room at the old royal palace in Bakhchisaray, waiting together for the "distinguished guest" dispatched by Nicholas I to the Crian Peninsula.
When the "distinguished guest" pushed open the door, everyone waiting in the room showed a surprised expression, among whom Grand Duke Constantine loudly exclaid, "How could it be you?"
The "distinguished guest" who entered the door was none other than Count Orlov, who manages the Russian Empire’s "Third Hall". He extended his hand to greet Grand Duke Constantine and Alexander II, saying, "Your Highnesses, it’s been a long ti!"
"Mr. Orlov, it’s been a long ti!" Crown Prince Alexander II nodded in response.
He did not understand why his father would send Count Orlov to the Crian Peninsula.
Could sothing have happened in St. Petersburg?
Just as Alexander II was wondering if sothing had occurred in St. Petersburg, Orlov’s words further deepened his suspicion: "Your Highness, could I have a word with you alone?"
Alexander II glanced at the people beside him, and upon seeing this, Gorchakov and others tactfully left the room.
Soon, only Alexander II and Count Orlov were left in the room.
"Mr. Orlov, has sothing happened on the St. Petersburg front?" Alexander II asked Orlov with a serious face.
"Your Highness, indeed, so matters have occurred in St. Petersburg recently! Please make sure to return to St. Petersburg soon!" Count Orlov said to Alexander II.
"What exactly has happened in St. Petersburg?" Alexander II impatiently inquired.
"You’ll know everything as soon as you return to St. Petersburg!" Count Orlov was sowhat unwilling to tell Alexander II what was happening in St. Petersburg.
"Orlov, what on earth happened? I command you to tell now!" Alexander II forcefully ordered Orlov.
"His Majesty’s health is failing!" Count Orlov responded with a solemn face.
"Impossible!" Alexander II clearly did not want to believe Orlov’s words, "When I left St. Petersburg, His Majesty was still in good health! How could it be so quickly..."
Orlov told Alexander II that a while ago, His Majesty had organized a parade, and it coincided with the first wave of cold air invading the Russian Empire; at that ti, Nicholas I hadn’t changed into a winter coat and was still wearing thin clothing to review the Empire’s troops on the square.
After Nicholas I returned to Tsarskoye Selo post-review of troops near the Capital Circle, his health suddenly collapsed, and continuous coma almost scared Count Orlov and the others to death.
Even worse, after Nicholas I woke up, he did not heed the doctors’ advice to switch to a thick coat, and he still wore a thin outfit, often walking around.
After several consecutive days, Nicholas I’s health failed once again.
This ti, Nicholas I was in a coma even longer than before.
Upon awakening, he imdiately summoned Orlov and required him to go to Cria and bring back Alexander II, who was overseeing the battle on the Cria Peninsula.
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