Chapter 616： dying saint arnault

The poor Arabs still don't know that their future destiny has been completely fixed by a foreign monarch named Jerome Bonaparte. The future Middle East will only be more fragmented than in history, with tribes and tribes. Contradiction will also become more serious in history.

"I hope that after you serve as the vice consul of France in the Holy Land, you can strengthen the ties with the ethnic minorities living in the Syrian province, and when necessary, you can give them mutual support and fight against tyranny together!" Jerome Bonaparte He hinted at Klein without expression.

The so-called ethnic minorities in Jerome Bonaparte's mouth are nothing but the Jews (or Semites) living in the Holy Land and the Kurds living in the future Syria and Yinrak.

Because these two ethnic groups are the most noisy in the Arab world, from the 19th century to the 21st century, the entire Middle East world has never been short of their presence.

The most important thing is that in the end, both of these two ethnic groups tore off a piece of meat with their tenacious fighting spirit in the "oasis" of the Middle East.

The better Jews established Israel, and the lesser Kurds established autonomous regions in Yinrak and Syria.

Of course, the hapless Kurds have never been able to escape the Turks.

Just over half a year before Jerome Bonaparte came to this world, Turkish President Esultan was still ordering the Turkish army to bomb Kurdish areas in Syria.

It can be said that the hatred between the Kurds, the Turks and the Arabs is "inexhaustible".

And at this point in 1847, the last Kurdish principality was completely wiped out by the Ottoman Empire, and the Kurds have embarked on a path of resistance since then!

"Yes! Your Majesty!" Klein responded excitedly to Jerome Bonaparte. He knew that it was a certainty that he would go to the Holy Land to serve as a consul.

"Waleevsky!" Jerome Bonaparte turned his gaze to Wallevsky, and he called to Wallevsky softly.

"Your Majesty!" Wallevsky responded respectfully to Jerome Bonaparte.

"During my stay in the embassy, ​​you have to solve all the remaining problems! Don't leave the job to the next one, and then pat your **** and leave!" Jerome Bonaparte told Vale Fsky gave the order, and then asked with a serious face: "Did you hear it clearly?"

"Your Majesty, I will definitely finish it as soon as possible!" Warevsky solemnly promised.

"That's good! I'll see your performance!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded to Walleves.

...

The carriage stopped at the gate of the French Embassy, ​​and Jerome Bonaparte, Wallevsky, and Klein got off the carriage in turn.

Standing at the gate of the embassy, ​​Jerome Bonaparte suddenly remembered that he didn't seem to have met Marshal Saint Arnault yet.

"How is the situation of Marshal Saint Arnault?" Jerome Bonaparte stopped and turned to ask Wallevsky.

Jérôme Bonaparte's sudden remark made Wallevsky stand in a daze for a few seconds, and then reacted and replied, "Marshal Saint Arnault's condition is still not getting better!"

"I didn't tell you! If St. Arnault's health deteriorates, he must be sent to Paris!" Although Jerome Bonaparte understood that Marshal St. Arnault's illness was no longer enough to live in Solved the problem, but he was still a little dissatisfied with Wallevsky.

"Your Majesty!" Wallevsky bowed to Jerome Bonaparte, then replied with a wry smile: "We also persuaded His Excellency the Marshal, but the Marshal didn't listen to us at all! He insisted on being here. , until the victory of the French Empire! He also said that if his body cannot support France to win the final victory, at that time, his body will be returned!"

When Jerome Bonaparte listened to Wallevsky's words, the words "Shroud in the Horse Leather" immediately echoed in his mind.

For an adventurous soldier like St. Arnault, the Horse Leather Shroud may be the most romantic thing.

Jerome Bonaparte somewhat understands Saint Arnault's current thoughts and feelings. As a general who leads a war to die on the battlefield is not a humiliating thing, but a supremely honorable thing.

It was a humiliation to die in a hospital bed, not to mention the humiliation of returning to Paris in a hurry before dying.

However, if I understand it, Jerome Bonaparte still reprimanded with a stern face, "What a nonsense! Marshal St. Arnault is fooling around, and you are fooling around with him? Aren't you going to tie him up and put it on? ?"

Who dares to do it except you! Wallevsky thought.

Afterwards, Wallevsky put on a bitter face and said to Jerome Bonaparte: "Your Majesty, Your Excellency the Marshal is the Chief of Staff of the entire France, and I am just an ambassador of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"

There is a Ministry of Foreign Affairs and a General Staff Department. When the two powers do not have a subordinate relationship with each other, Wallevsky naturally has no way to order the General Staff Department.

Not to mention, the rank of Marshal Saint Arnault was the same as that of De Lu Yinsi, and Wallevsky had no reason to order Marshal Saint Arnault.

"Forget it!" Jerome Bonaparte sighed, then resumed his forward pace.

However, this time, Jerome Bonaparte was heading in the direction of the embassy.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing?" Valevsky asked Jerome Bonaparte.

"What to do? To visit Marshal St. Arnault, can't you?" Jerome Bonaparte replied to Wallevsky, then stopped and asked with an embarrassed expression: "You built the hospital in where?"

"Your Majesty, please come with me!" Wallevsky responded to Jerome Bonaparte again.

This time Klein was left at the embassy, ​​and Jerome Bonaparte and Wallevsky rode in a carriage, heading towards the French hospital in Constantinople.

...

Just when Jerome Bonaparte and Wallevsky took the carriage to the military hospital, in a "luxury VIP" room of the French military hospital, the sweaty French expedition commander St. Marshal Arno opened his eyes with a painful expression.

After a while, Saint Arnault said that he gradually recovered. He reached out and wiped the sweat on his forehead lightly, then leaned his body against the head of the bed and stretched out his hand to hold the crutches near the head of the bed with difficulty. , put his legs on the ground slowly, walked forward step by step with crutches as support, and came to the door.

When Marshal Saint Arno's hand was about to approach the handle of the room, the door opened slowly.

Virnia, dressed in a white nurse's uniform and holding a tray in his right hand, appeared at the door of the room, and Marshal Saint Arno showed a smile on his slightly pale face.

"Ms. Virnia!" Marshal Saint Arno said to Virnia in a slightly respectful tone.

"Your Excellency Marshal, didn't I tell you that it's best not to get out of bed? Why don't you listen!" Virnia blamed Marshal Saint Arno while placing the tray on the table near the door.

"Ms. Vernia, I really feel a little uncomfortable in this place, and I want to go out to get some air!" Marshal Saint Arno responded to Vernia.

"Ventilation?" Vernia pointed to the pitch-black sky outside the window and said, "Your Excellency Marshal, it's already so late! Are you still going out?"

"Ms. Virnia, it's not too late! Think back when I was in Algiers..." Marshal Saint Arnault eloquently told Virnia what happened in Algiers.

"Your Excellency Marshal, this is not Algiers, and you are not who you were more than ten years ago!" Virnia responded to Marshal Saint Arno: "I must be responsible for your safety and life!"

"Ms. Vernia!" Marshal Saint Arnault pointed to himself and asked Vernia, "How much time do I have now?"

Virnia looked at Saint Arno's body. Marshal Saint Arno a month ago was able to get up without the help of crutches, but it was only a few occasional pains.

The current Marshal of Saint Arnault could not be found without the help of crutches, and the abdominal cramps would appear every once in a while.

It was as if someone used a knife to repeatedly cut the abdomen of Marshal Saint Arnault, so that the dose of Avril was doubled and the pain could not be relieved. Virnia had to find the latest "analgesic". The effect of this analgesic is much better than that of Hibiscus, but the addiction is also several times higher than that of Hibiscus.

"Your Excellency Marshal!" Virnia replied to St. Arno with a very serious expression: "As long as you are still receiving treatment here for one day, then you must listen to me. You are a person in the expeditionary force. In a hospital, doctors and nurses are the ones who control the hospital!"

Hearing Virnia's answer, Marshal Saint Arnault showed a helpless smile at the corner of his mouth Forget it, let's not talk about it! Let me help you back to bed! "Virnia stretched out his hand to support Marshal Saint Arno's arm.

"Ms. Virnia, can I sit there!" Marshal Saint Arnault pointed to the position of the window and said to Virnia.

After thinking for a moment, Virnia nodded in agreement with Marshal Saint Arno's request.

Marshal Saint Arnault was able to sit in a chair near the window and watch the dark sky in the distance.

Virnia held the three sterilized glass syringes in the tray in his hand. The average liquid volume in each glass syringe was about 2-3 ml, and the glass syringes contained colorless and transparent liquid.

https://

Genius remembers the address of this site in one second: . Lewen Novel Network mobile version reading website: