In the following days, Jero Bonaparte seized every mont to wrap up affairs, calling one general after another to his side, awarding them dals and titles.
Among them, Conrobel and Bo Ke Si were both awarded the title of Imperial Marshal of the French Empire, and Marshal Renio was delighted to receive Jero Bonaparte’s approval to inherit the honor of his biological father’s title of Count, while General Troche, the youngest of the five divisions, due to his outstanding military achievents, was granted the highest-ranking Legion of Honor by Jero Bonaparte.
After completing all this, Jero Bonaparte gathered the generals again in Sevastopol and, in front of all the generals, handed over the supre command of the French Expeditionary Army to Marshal Pellissier, instructing him to ensure all soldiers were safely returned to France.
At the sa ti, for those soldiers who had already fallen in Cria: the remains should be collected and brought back if possible, and for those whose remains could not be collected (often those blown apart by artillery), a tombstone should be erected for them, so that the already deceased spirits would not lose their way ho.
Marshal Pellissier quickly assured Jero Bonaparte that he would definitely obey Jero Bonaparte’s arrangents.
In the final two days before returning to France, Jero Bonaparte once again exceptionally exercised the authority of supre commander of the Allied Command, with the commanders of England, Italy, and Turkey appearing before him to inquire what instructions Jero Bonaparte had for summoning them.
Jero Bonaparte told them that he hoped to give a final farewell to the spirits fallen on the Crian Peninsula before his departure.
Therefore, Jero Bonaparte asked for the cooperation of England, Turkey, and Russia to jointly commorate the deceased generals.
In the face of Jero Bonaparte’s request, both the Duke of Cambridge and Omar Pasha expressed their agreent.
Thus, on the day before Jero Bonaparte left the Crian Peninsula, a grand commoration was held at Inkman Mountain and Joya River outside Sevastopol, Bakhchisaray, Saki, and near the Guard Village!
Led by Jero Bonaparte, the commanders of England, Turkey, Russia, and France started from Inkman Mountain outside Sevastopol, traveled north to Joya River and Saki, then southwest to the Guard Village, and finally reached Bakhchisaray.
By the ti Jero Bonaparte and others arrived in Bakhchisaray, the sky had completely darkened, and the howling cold wind ruthlessly slapped everyone’s face.
Under the guidance of Jero Bonaparte, the crowd holding torches paid homage to the small mounds outside Bakhchisaray, which contained the spirits who perished in Bakhchisaray.
Then a marble tombstone was placed on one of the mounds, with the inscription: "Your nas are unknown, but your deeds will last forever!"
Perhaps it was coincidence, or perhaps so invisible will.
As the soldiers placed the tombstone, the howling cold wind gradually subsided, and the moon, previously shrouded by dark clouds, peeked out, its bright light illuminating the bluish-black marble tombstone, giving it an especially profound air.
Cherish you, spirits of Cria! If you truly love France, please bless her with smooth sailing on her future paths!
Jero Bonaparte silently prayed in his heart, then raised his head and shouted, "Salute!"
Everyone simultaneously raised their right hands in salute to the tombstone, as dense gunfire and cannon fire erupted near the tombstone, as if sending off these departed spirits.
Once everything concluded, Jero Bonaparte and the others hurried back to Sevastopol overnight.
The next morning, just before dawn, Jero Bonaparte opened his eyes early.
Then he gently patted Vilnius, who was resting on him, and softly said, "It’s ti to get up!"
"Leaving so early?" Vilnius lazily opened his eyes and murmured.
"I don’t like making the ship wait for us!" Jero Bonaparte’s lips curled into a mischievous smile as he tickled Vilnius’s ticklish spot.
"Hahaha!" Vilnius burst into giggles and gently scolded, "Stop it!"
"Are you getting up or not?" Jero Bonaparte turned a deaf ear and continued his playful assault on Vilnius.
"I’ll get up! I’ll get up, okay?" Vilnius hurriedly pleaded.
Under Jero Bonaparte’s supervision, Vilnius quickly crawled out of bed.
Having gotten up, Jero Bonaparte and Vilnius glanced at the ti; it was now 6 AM, nearly four hours before the departure ti.
"It’s all your fault!" Vilnius softly complained.
"How was I to know it’s just 6 o’clock!" Jero Bonaparte shrugged, a helpless expression on his face.
Nonetheless, since they were both already up, lying back down might an not getting up again anyti soon. Jero Bonaparte and Vilnius walked out of the room hand in hand.
Subsequently, Jero Bonaparte and Vilnius strolled within the Sevastopol Fortress, and everyone they encountered there would imdiately salute and greet Jero Bonaparte.
Jero Bonaparte also smiled and shook hands with them, offering them encouragent.
The prolonged ti was quickly consud by their leisurely walk. After simply enjoying so salted at porridge and black bread, Jero Bonaparte and Vilnius, accompanied by Marshal Pellissier, departed from Sevastopol and arrived at Kamish Port at nine in the morning.
At this mont, Kamish Port was bustling with activity, where you could see the military flags and uniforms of nearly every unit within the Allies.
Outside of Kashmi Port, fleets were neatly lined up in a straight formation, resembling soldiers awaiting inspection.
Jero Bonaparte looked on in surprise at this farewell military formation before him, and imdiately sought out Pellissier to inquire what it was all about.
Pellissier first apologized to Jero Bonaparte, then explained that what he saw was a farewell troop spontaneously organized by the Allies.
"Why didn’t you tell earlier!" Jero Bonaparte quietly reproached Marshal Pellissier.
"Your Majesty, if I had told you, would you have agreed to this action?" Marshal Pellissier retorted.
Jero Bonaparte paused for a few seconds, then shook his head with a wry smile.
Pellissier was right; if he had known in advance, he definitely would not have agreed to Marshal Pellissier’s action.
"Forget it! Let it not happen again!" Jero Bonaparte responded lightly.
"Yes!" Marshal Pellissier’s face broke into a smile as he lightly raised his hand, and the military band quickly began to play the "Song of Departure".
Accompanying the resounding military music were the distant sounds of gunfire, as the soldiers responsible for the farewell bid farewell to the highest commander in such a manner.
Jero Bonaparte and his entourage stepped forward towards the "Friendship" Ironclad they boarded upon arrival. This ironclad had carried Jero Bonaparte from Toulon, sailing through the seas to the Cria Peninsula.
It had witnessed Jero Bonaparte’s one victory after another on the Crian Peninsula (ascribing to others’ achievents and being utterly shaless), and now it would carry this highest commander back to the French Empire.
There, Jero Bonaparte would finally et his true glory and brilliance.
When Jero Bonaparte entered the Friendship Ironclad, the captain led a group of ironclad officers and soldiers to stand before him.
"We et again!" Jero Bonaparte said with a smile, enthusiastically patting the captain on the shoulder and introducing to Vilnius, "Vilnius, I tell you, this fellow almost kicked off the ship back then!"
"Your Majesty!" The captain, embarrassed, bowed his head to Jero Bonaparte and said, "I’m very sorry, back then..."
Before the captain could finish his sentence, Jero Bonaparte imdiately interrupted, "What’s in the past is in the past! Now your task is to safely take us to Toulon Port, understand?"
"Yes!" The captain responded with a resounding tone.
Subsequently, Jero Bonaparte stood at the edge of the ironclad’s deck to wave farewell to the people at Kashmi Port.
Seeing this, Marshal Pellissier at Kashmi Port imdiately shouted to the soldiers around him, "Salute!"
All the soldiers simultaneously raised their rifles and fired into the air, while the British and French Navy gathered near Kashmi Port fired their cannons in the direction away from the port upon hearing the gunfire.
The loud roar and the splashes made the sea near Kamish Port visibly sway.
The captain of the Friendship Ironclad, upon hearing the farewell salutes from the fleet, also shouted to the neatly lined-up soldiers on deck, "Depart!"
Upon hearing the captain’s command, all the soldiers swiftly took action. After a while, the steam engine began to operate, the white sails slowly opened, and the ironclad ship gradually moved forward.
With the slow start of the Friendship Ironclad, the transport ships, steam gunships, and escort ships deployed around it also began to move, and the fleet, carrying tens of thousands of French Army troops and nurous supplies, closely followed the ironclad, leaving the Cria Peninsula.
When this fleet reached the vicinity of Constantinople, a ship quietly approached the ship on which Jero Bonaparte was aboard.
Jero Bonaparte commanded the flag signal soldiers on the ironclad to inquire about the intentions of the approaching ship. The opposite side stated that they were invited by order of Abdul-Sultan to invite Emperor Jero Bonaparte to Constantinople, as Abdul-Sultan wished to express his gratitude to Jero Bonaparte personally!
"Tell him that I am currently entangled in mundane affairs, making it inconvenient for to go! However, I will await Abdul’s esteed presence in Paris!"
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