Chapter 73： Hongmen banquet?

"Alas! It's a pity that their officers all follow that guy Cavaignac!"

Jerome Bonaparte sighed with emotion that the massacre order of the June Revolution enabled some officers in the army to be promoted. These "heroes" of the June Revolution united with Cavaignac in order to maintain the legitimacy of their merits .

It is difficult to win their support now. Only after Jerome Bonaparte took the presidency and wooed them in the name of the emperor's nephew, these officers could enter his command.

"Your Majesty, I don't think there is any need to worry about the army!" Roue said with relief: "According to his subordinate's observation of Cavaignac, that guy Cavaignac still wants to take the road of election. On this road, you Firmly ahead! We just need to wait quietly for the final result!"

"Yes! Your Majesty, at least the soldiers love you!" Pesini also responded.

Jerome Bonaparte shook his head and said with a slightly grim expression: "I don't want their love, I want to control them like an uncle, and I want to take them to get everything! This army beast must be To be tamed, I will smash the honor that the Russian Empire stole that winter, and I will trample the German Confederation that is so ugly that I vomit!"

Jerome Bonaparte's "crazy words" made Persini and Rouet shudder, and they never imagined that the leader they were loyal to was a war madman like his uncle.

Oh my god! Couldn't France avoid being carried over by a bunch of lunatics?

Rouet felt a sadness in his heart for what happened to France in the future, but this did not prevent him from continuing to be loyal to the Bonapartists.

Only by changing the dynasty can Roue be able to get everything he wants.

Even if His Majesty the Emperor is really a devil, he has to bite the bullet and walk with the devil.

Besides, after the last failure, Your Majesty must have a plan in mind.

In order to ease the atmosphere, Jerome Bonaparte smiled again and crossed his hands: "Of course, we can only do this until we have the power completely in our hands!"

"Your Majesty, I firmly believe that you can lead France to regain the lost glory!" Persini responded to Jerome Bonaparte with a pious face.

"I also firmly believe that! Under your leadership, we will be able to achieve a greater victory than before!" Roue also complimented against his will.

"Gentlemen, don't say some compliments! I'm about to lose myself!" Jerome Bonaparte chuckled and turned to see the endless wheat fields and the farmers working **** the wheat fields outside the window: "Those people They are all our votes, and they are what we protect! We must unite them against those who oppose us!"

"Yes!" Pessini and Roue also echoed.

Jerome Bonaparte chatted with Eugène Rouet all the way, and finally figured out the details of Eugène Rouet. He is a person who can share power with him.

The time gradually went from 11 am to 6 pm. After nearly 7 hours of journey, Jerome Bonaparte and others finally arrived from Marseille to Lyon.

This city, which has existed since ancient Roman times, looks extraordinarily solemn under the reflection of the sunset. On the Rhone and Seine rivers in Lyon, several inland river sailboats are sailing down the river, on both sides of the river. You can vaguely see small black spots, and the residents who live by the river are carefully washing vegetables with vegetable baskets.

Jerome Bonaparte, sitting in the carriage, admired the natural scenery in front of him.

When the carriage entered the inner city from the periphery of Lyon, Lyon once again became an inland river trade city as traditional as Marseille.

Many people on the street also turned their attention to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Your Majesty, we need to spend the night in Lyon! We will leave tomorrow!" Eugène Rouet said to Jerome Bonaparte.

Jerome Bonaparte nodded slightly in affirmation.

The carriage stopped under the steps of a high-end mansion on Mermoz Avenue, and Jérôme Bonaparte and others got off the carriage.

The mansion owner warmly received Jerome Bonaparte and his party, and arranged the best room in the mansion for Jerome Bonaparte.

Jerome Bonaparte, who entered the room, was just about to lie down on the bed and enjoy a moment of tranquility when he heard Persini's voice from outside the door: "Your Majesty, Marshal Biro's valet, please see me!"

What? Marshal Biro!

Hearing the words "Marshal Bijo", Jerome Bonaparte instantly thought of the "hero" of Algeria, the "clown" under Louis Philippe.

[Refers to the fact that in 1848 Louis Philippe could not bear the pressure from the masses and replaced Marshal Biro, who could have suppressed the Parisian uprising. Marshal Biruo came to Paris like a clown, and then was abandoned by the monarch like a clown. 】

By the way, he seems to be the commander of the Italian Front now!

Desperately wanting to establish a relationship with the military, Jérôme Bonaparte got up from the bed immediately after hearing the name of Marshal Biro, and after a little tidying up his image, he opened the door Pessini and him Behind him, a middle-aged man in military uniform, who appeared to be in his 40s, entered the room.

The attendant politely greeted Jerome Bonaparte: "His Royal Highness, hello!"

"Hello!" Jerome Bonaparte responded to the middle-aged man.

"On behalf of my superior, Marshal Biro, I would like to express my sincere wishes to His Excellency the Prince! May His Excellency the Prince be successful in the election!" The middle-aged man continued to compliment Jerome Bonaparte.

"Thank you for the blessing of Marshal Biro!" Jerome Bonaparte said perfunctorily.

"Marshal Biruo hopes that the prince can come to the barracks to inspect the army!" The middle-aged man continued.

This old guy is hurting me!

An idea popped up in Jerome Bonaparte's mind. Now that Cavaignac is still in power, the emperor's nephew ran to the military camp. Isn't that provoking an infighting in the republic?

Jerome Bonaparte's eyes flashed with disgust, but he was quickly hidden by him, and he still had a professional smirk on his face: "Thank you for the love of Marshal Biro! It's just that I'm worried about myself. Appearing in the military camp rashly will cause unnecessary disputes, so forget it!"

The middle-aged man showed a regretful expression: "Since the prince is unwilling to go to the army to inspect, then this matter is over! The marshal hopes that the prince will appreciate his honor and attend the banquet!"

Then, the middle-aged man added: "There are many young officers of the Republic who want to see His Excellency the Prince at the banquet!"

Should I go or not?

When Jerome Bonaparte was in trouble, Marshal Biro's banquet would definitely invite some promising officers in the army.

If they are willing to support themselves, their future path will definitely be smoother.