It was a quiet night, the bright moonlight was sown in the gentle wind, and the sparkling sea turned into silver-white stars, like diamonds shining brightly.

Surrounded by the mouth of the Nile not far away, the illuminated warships formed a loose formation, and a small boat slowly headed towards the gap in the naval fleet under the cover of the low, lush papyrus (the main ingredient of papyrus, the Egyptians first discovered its use) on the banks of the Nile.

On the brightly lit battleship, a few idle British soldiers were blowing the warm night breeze, chatting under the stars.

"Sam, you know what? My wife is pregnant and I'm about to become a dad! A young British officer in a black tricorne, wig, and blue naval officer's uniform waved a letter in his hand and said to his companion (shēn).

"Come on, John! You know to show off, we've all been at sea for five months, whether this kid is yours or not! Another middle-aged officer next to him (shēn) touched the stubble on his chin and teased.

"Damn, you're saying my wife might be carrying me behind her back????????? This (jiàn) person! The young British officer named John immediately realized the crux of the matter, and angrily crumpled the letter in his hand and threw it on the ground.

The middle-aged officer picked up the paper, reopened it, flattened it with his palm, and then handed it back to the young officer, saying, "Don't think too much, I'm just joking with you!" Don't forget, it will take months from pregnancy to pregnancy, and I don't know when this letter was sent! ”

"Wait, what's that? I think it's a boat, a boat! John took the letter and stuffed it back into his bosom, but he poked his head out of the side of the ship in a puff of rage, and took a big breath, when suddenly he saw a dark shadow in his afterglow.

"A boat? Are the French crazy? A few days ago, their main fleet was wiped out by Commander Nelson, let alone such a small ship? The middle-aged man named Sam sneered at the galleys.

Compared to the battleships that were several meters high under them (shēn), this small boat did not qualify to be called a "battleship" at all, it was like a leaf floating on the sea, and its low side seemed to be tossed by the waves at any moment.

"Yes, what a glorious victory! Lord Nelson is definitely the greatest man I have ever met! I'd rather give up my rank of lieutenant and become a boatswain on Lord Nelson's Victory! The young officer named John said wistfully.

"Future captain, wouldn't it be nice for you to be my first mate here? Besides, it's not far from your promotion to captain! I've served on the Victory, but I won't miss the glory days on the Victory! Lord Nelson was a very stern commander, and I was once reprimanded by him for not buttoning his neckline! Said a middle-aged officer named Sam.

"I'll get the gunner ready!" Seeing the boat approaching, the young officer named John hurriedly planned to go into the cabin and let the gunner stand by.

"No, no, it's not necessary! It's just a small boat, so why wake up the whole fleet? Just call a dozen sailors! The middle-aged officer immediately stopped John and said to him.

"Yes, sir!" The two obviously have a very good personal relationship, so they call each other by their names in private, but in front of them, they are on business.

When the boat had drifted between the two British warships, a dozen sailors struck the boat with muskets and then jumped on the cable.

"Sir, this ship is empty!" A sailor reported.

"Empty? Have you checked it carefully? Don't let go of the bottom of the ship, the cabin, anywhere you can hide! ”

"How strange! How can an empty ship float here? Could it be that it was abandoned by the French army? ”

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For the British army, this is just a small episode, but in the distance that they have not noticed, a head pokes out on the sea hundreds of meters away, and it is our protagonist Han Xing.

He looked at the brightly lit Royal Navy behind him, wiped the seawater from his hair, and then showed a sly smile, conjured a plank like a trick, and then slowly paddled off the plank in the distance.

It wasn't until the brightly lit Royal Navy warship in the distance turned into a tiny dot that the Vostok was released from space, and then climbed up the ship's rope ladder (shēn).

In the bright moonlight and the gentle night breeze, the Vostok lowered its white sails, cleaved the waves, and headed for Naya.

All this is Han Xing's little trick, it is a clever use of space, and he vaguely remembers that Han Xing once used the power of space to quickly transport the rebel army led by Robert to the battlefield of Midsummer Hall. And this one is similar to the original, the small ship is just a very ordinary Egyptian small cargo ship, which looks like the one that sank when Captain Jack first appeared in "Pirates of the Caribbean".

As early as when Napoleon proposed to return to France, Han Xing had already made a plan that it was impossible for Napoleon to go back alone, or in other words, the role he could play when he went back alone was pitiful. So Han Xing helped him and packed the French army of up to 15,000 people and 500 cannons into the space in one go. Of course, the ordinary soldiers didn't know this, they sat on the more than 40 galleys that entered the Nile River at the beginning, but they didn't know that they had already entered the Dragon Girl River from the Nile River in Han Xing's space when they sailed.

And when Han Xing came to the blockade line with the help of that leaf boat as a means of transport, he had already quietly dived underwater, relying on the expert-level swimming skills exchanged in the morning, Han Xing easily evaded the reconnaissance of the British army. The British could not have dreamed that the French would leave Egypt without knowing it.

After a full dozen days of sailing, the French army finally saw the coastline of Italy, and there was (rè) Naia in front of them. The port city on the southwest coast of northern Italy was the closest landing point to Milan, and its proximity to Corsica, which was part of France, made it a huge increase in security. As for the Bay of Venice, which was Austria's only outlet to the sea, the French army was now unable to capture it.

"I still can't believe I'm back in (rè)naya! Everything was like a dream! Napoleon leaned on the side of the ship, looked at the port of (rè) Naya in front of him, and said to Han Xing.

"Are you an angel? For me yes, you always seem to be there when I need help the most! Sometimes, I thought you were God's guardian angel for me! Napoleon seemed to fall into memory, and he said to Han Xing with a smile on his face.

"That's just a coincidence????? Han Xing replied awkwardly.

"Don't lie to me, you really have a lot of amazing abilities! Remember that day your friend who shēn emitted white light? The soldiers called him Angel! "Napoleon's friend who said "that shēn glows white" is naturally Sir Hansen~

"Do you dare to say you're not an angel?" Napoleon said with a determined face. "If there can be devils in this world, and there can be monsters with beast heads (shēn), then why can't there be angels?"

“????????” Han Xing was speechless for a moment, it seemed that according to his logic, he was really irrefutable!

"Well, I'm leaving!" Han Xing was silent for a moment before he spoke.

"Let's go? Where are you going? Is God about to abandon me? Napoleon said urgently.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Napoleon! Whether you believe it or not, I am indeed from the future, and in my eyes, you are like Caesar and Alexander the Great, a distant historical figure, a cold name! I feel very lucky because I can meet you alive and go through so many ups and downs with you, sharing happy or bad moments! Han Xing said with a hint of tears.

"That explains why you show up every time I need it most? So, you're going back to your future? Napoleon asked tentatively, his gray-blue eyes looking Han Xing up and down, trying to find evidence that Han Xing was just joking.

"Almost!" Han Xing nodded.

"Alright, you go back! Sometimes I still envy you, if only I could be like you, go and meet Alexander the Great and Caesar! If you have time to meet them, don't forget to ask them to send me a rì note! I've always wondered what Caesar thought when he planned to become emperor, and what he thought of Brutus! Napoleon asked with interest.

Compared with Robert, Napoleon has a little more reason and indifference, he has never been a person who feels (qíng) things, he is pragmatic, hardworking, ambitious, has a (tào) view of the world, he is generous to his friends, nostalgic, almost everyone he has worked with, even if they have a falling out with him, can still get together and disperse, the most typical is Salicetti. He is a person with lofty aspirations, and this kind of broad (xiōng) and far-sighted vision has always made him "an adult does not remember a villain".

"Well, if I could, I would!" Han Xing didn't know if he would have the chance to meet Caesar or Alexander, and it seemed that there was no need to go to the era of these two conquerors!

"When are you going to go? It can't be now, right? Napoleon asked quippedly.

"Maybe tomorrow!" Han Xing thought for a while.

At this moment, the Vostok had already docked, and the Naya did not expect Napoleon to return, and if the Venetians could fight the French unscrupulously, the Naya should weigh up, because Naya was only a dozen kilometers away from Nice, and even more so across the sea from Corsica, in this situation, if they joined the Austrian side, they were likely to bear the brunt of the French army's first target.

So the moment he saw Napoleon and his fleet, the governor of (rè) Naya made a wise decision to welcome the return of the Italian conqueror.

Napoleon also decided to make repairs in Naya and collect newspapers from all sides, and under the double influence of Monsieur Kleman's strong recommendation and the "brilliant record" of a large number of amateur generals who had been repeatedly defeated at the front, the Governors finally considered themselves unlucky and agreed to Napoleon's request to be the commander-in-chief of the Italian Front again in order to clean up the mess.

Han Xing also came to Napoleon's temporary residence to formally bid him farewell, and when Han Xing entered Napoleon's official residence in (rè) Naya, Napoleon was lying on the table and reading one report after another.

"I'm here to take your official farewell!" Han Xing hesitated again and again, but finally spoke.

"Oh~" Napoleon buried his head in the thick letter and let out a sigh without raising his head.

"I'm still delusional! How could Napoleon the Great care about such an insignificant little person as me? Han Xing shook his head, laughing at his innocence in his heart.

Han Xing could clearly feel that as Napoleon climbed to the pinnacle of power little by little, the distance between himself and him became farther and farther away. If Napoleon, who drank with him in the Little Corsican tavern, was equal to himself, then as he became the commander of the Italian Front, he gradually rose to prominence, and after the front and back, the distance between the two was gradually widening like the Great Rift Valley.

At this time, Napoleon became more and more like the Napoleon the Great of later generations, with the domineering spirit of the world and the arrogance of invincibility. His hands became more and more flexible in dealing with things, and the coercion that came with him (shēn) also made Han Xing feel breathless, and he no longer had the cordiality and comfort of talking and laughing (rì).

Today's Napoleon is no longer the Corsican boy with deep vision, frowning and depressed; At this time, he was the true ruler of the whole of Italy, the hero of the conquest who returned from Egypt, the god of war believed by tens of thousands of people, and the conqueror Napoleon, who achieved fame and fame.

If he used to be a dull sword in its scabbard; Then now he is a sharp, cold and shining unsheathed divine soldier. It is not the same (rì) and the same thing is gone!

Gradually, the Napoleon in Han Xing's eyes began to coincide with the image of the emperor in the history books, and the more he became famous, the farther away he became from the Corsican young man who could be called a "friend" in Han Xing's memory, and he became more and more strange, and he was like two people.

Han Xing took one last look at Napoleon, turned around (shēn) with a somewhat somber and sad heart, and planned to leave the headquarters of this palatial palace (diàn). But just as he was about to take the last step, Napoleon's voice came from behind him, "Brigadier General Segaard, wait a minute! ”

Hearing this, Han Xing was overjoyed at first, but then he felt a faint sadness, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Brigadier General Segaard? What a businesslike tone! These words are like the cold wind of winter (rì), cutting through Han Xing's heart like a knife.

"In view of your outstanding performance in the Egyptian campaign, I have decided to promote you to Major General! This is the greatest honor I can give you with my authority! As he spoke, Napoleon rolled up a piece of paper and stuffed it to Han Xingdao.

"Is this my parting gift?" Han Xing smiled bitterly and took the letter of appointment.