Chapter 692： Peace talks break down, war begins

Under Jerome Bonaparte's tough attitude, Alexander II had to change his previous laissez-faire attitude and began to negotiate with Jerome Bonaparte himself.

For the sake of their respective positions and interests, the two sides continued to come and go for several hours, and the time gradually came to noon.

The hungry Jerome Bonaparte hurriedly raised his hand and suggested to Alexander II: "It's not a matter of time and a half, let's talk about it after we finish lunch!"

Alexander II, who also felt a little hungry, nodded and said, "Okay!"

So, Jerome Bonaparte hurriedly put away the documents placed on the table, and Alexander II also ordered Gorchakov, Nescher Roddy and others to take back the documents that belonged to them. in the briefcase.

The table that was originally filled with documents was cleaned up in a blink of an eye. Jerome Bonaparte turned his head and gave the order to "open dinner" to the officer behind him.

Upon seeing this, the officer hurried to the back kitchen and ordered the cook in the back kitchen to bring out the lunch that had already been prepared.

With the help of the chef's homemade suggestion cart, garlic sausage, bread, foie gras and a large pot of broth... are served in sequence.

Looking at the food on the table, the Russian imperial mission from afar subconsciously swallowed a sigh of saliva. Originally, there was a trace of resentment towards the French mission. , fierce disputes are easy to generate resentment), and it also disappears under the influence of food.

Just when Jerome Bonaparte invited Alexander II and others to start a meal, he suddenly wanted to take a look at the food situation of the troops stationed outside the Yalta garrison.

So, Jerome Bonaparte temporarily left the cafeteria under the pretext of urinating.

Jerome Bonaparte, who had escaped from the cafeteria, quickly went to the regimental headquarters stationed near Yalta. At this time, plumes of cooking smoke also rose above the regiment headquarters. Seeing this, Jerome Bonaparte immediately ran into the station. .

In the regiment headquarters, he saw a steaming marching pot propped up on the ground, and below the marching pot was burning firewood.

When Jerome Bonaparte arrived at the marching pot, he saw the lamb soup being boiled in the marching pot. He hurriedly said to the soldier who was part-time cook, "Bring me a bowl!"

"What's the hurry! It's not over yet!" There was an impatient look on the cook's face. He didn't seem to know Jerome Bonaparte.

"Yeah!" Jerome Bonaparte had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​tasting, and turned to leave.

Before Jerome Bonaparte took two steps outside the barracks, a cry came from behind him: "Your Majesty!"

Jerome Bonaparte turned and glanced behind him. He saw the shocked eyes behind him, the dumbfounded expression of the cook who rejected him, and the regimental staff officer who was rushing towards him.

The regiment staff came to Jerome Bonaparte and saluted and reported his name and the troops he belonged to. Jerome Bonaparte also returned his salute!

Then, Jerome Bonaparte praised the regiment's staff: "You are doing very well! You should eat some mutton to replenish your body in winter!"

"This is what I should do!" The regiment staff responded humbly.

Afterwards, the regiment staff asked Jerome Bonaparte why he came here, and if something happened in Yalta City?

"That's not it!" Jerome Bonaparte shook his head, and then told the regiment staff officer: The purpose of his visit was just to see how the food at the station was!

"Please rest assured!" The regiment staff hurriedly assured Jerome Bonaparte: "We will follow your instructions and will not treat every soldier who fights for France!"

"That's good!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded in satisfaction.

Then he casually asked if the sheep had given money.

"This..." The regiment staff hesitated.

Jerome Bonaparte immediately understood that these sheep were probably snatched from the homes of "compatriots" in Crimea, and he had to sigh in response to the regiment staff officer: "This is not an example!"

"Yes!" The regiment staff hurriedly assured Jerome Bonaparte that there would be no next time.

Looking at the sworn officer in front of him, Jerome Bonaparte was sure that there would definitely be a next time.

After all, the French army is essentially a group of mercenary robbers. Even during the national war, the robber's attributes have not changed.

Jerome Bonaparte could not and would not change the inherent attributes of France.

The reason why the French army is willing to support itself is not so that it can lead them to the path of getting rich.

If he transformed this guy into a group of soldiers made of special materials, then he would be the first soldier to overthrow him.

As the French emperor, he only needs to ensure the interests of the French army and the French.

The rest, such as the great unity of the proletariat and the world revolution, should be left to later generations.

After all, trust the wisdom of future generations (laughs).

Jerome Bonaparte, who went to the barracks for a stroll, returned to the canteen in Yalta City. When he stepped into the canteen again, he found that Alexander II and others did not move quickly during the period of time he was away. .

"Eat it! Why don't you eat it!" Jerome Bonaparte was stunned for a few seconds, then sat back to his original position and pointed to the foie gras placed in front of him and said to Alexander II: "Eating is usually a matter of time. A beautiful thing!"

"Your Majesty, you haven't come yet! We dare not eat it!" Alexander II responded to Jerome Bonaparte in a teasing tone.

"What's the matter!" Jerome Bonaparte unceremoniously cut off a piece of foie gras and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing, "Eat it!"

Jerome Bonaparte ate without hesitation, causing everyone present to let go of the cause, and they also began to use the knife one after another, and the lunch officially began.

Due to the lack of wine, the entire lunch lasted only half an hour and ended in a hurry.

After a moment of rest, everyone who had eaten and drank began the second round of negotiations.

Compared with the first round of negotiations, the second round of negotiations in the afternoon was not so full of gunpowder. However, Wallevsky and Neschelroddie still did not give in on their positions and interests.

Throughout the afternoon, the two sides gradually negotiated the third issue of the right of navigation in the Russian Empire, that is, the merchant ships of the Russian Empire could travel on the Danube under the supervision of Britain, France and Austria.

Just as the two sides are preparing to talk about Article 4. At that time, Jerome Patterson appeared in Yalta.

Jerome Bonaparte hurriedly stopped the negotiation and left with Jerome Paterson.

"What happened in Sevastopol?" Jerome Bonaparte immediately asked Jerome Patterson.

"Paris has received a letter from St. Petersburg, Duke Golitsyn says they will launch a coup against Nicholas I at the end of the month! He wants us to crush the Russian Empire on the Crimean peninsula as much as possible and let them Powerless to withdraw and return!" Jerome Paterson replied to Jerome Bonaparte.

"Okay! I see!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded and responded to Jerome Paterson.

When Jerome Bonaparte returned to the dining hall, he suddenly said to Alexander II: "I don't think we need to talk anymore!"

"Your Majesty, you agree!" Alexander II, who misunderstood what Jerome Bonaparte meant, thought that Jerome Bonaparte was going to make concessions on Article 4.

If Jerome Bonaparte is willing to back down on Article 4, he is absolutely sure of winning the peace!

"What do I agree to?" Jerome Bonaparte replied calmly to Alexander II, "I mean that the negotiations between the French Empire and the Russian Empire will end from now on, and it will depend on our two countries. Their skills on the battlefield are up!"

The sudden suspension of Jerome Bonaparte made Alexander II feel a little unacceptable.

He had already made a lot of concessions for this peace negotiation, and now Jerome Bonaparte suddenly told him not to negotiate any more peace talks, isn't this just making fun of the Russian Empire!

Thinking of this, Alexander II felt like a complete fool, being played by Jerome Bonaparte.

"Your Majesty, you proposed the peace talks at the beginning, but now you are going to tear up the peace talks!" Alexander II blushed and roared, "What is your purpose for doing this!"

"For what?" Jerome Bonaparte thought for a moment, with a triumphant smile on his face, "If I say it's just for fun, do you believe it?"

Hearing Jerome Bonaparte's answer, Alexander II was struck by lightning. His face suddenly turned pale, and his lips kept trembling, "Liars, villains, you and your henchmen are a complete group. fraud!"

"Alexander!" Jerome Bonaparte cast a sympathetic look at Alexander II, "We are fighting a war, not a game for children, so a little fraud is also essential!"

"I swear, I will definitely send you and your army to hell!" Alexander II shouted at Jerome Bonaparte in a rage.

"Alexander, there is always a certain gap between ideal and reality!" Jerome Bonaparte responded unhurriedly: "Sometimes, reality is more terrifying than ideal! By the way, there is one more thing, The war between us will officially begin at dawn tomorrow, and I hope you and your soldiers will be ready for the French attack by then!"

That night, Jerome Bonaparte returned to the fortress of Sevastopol and actively deployed a strategic plan to attack Bakhchisaray and Simferopol.

And Alexander II handed over all the rights to Gorchakov and stayed in the room alone in a daze.