"General Richard, how was your trip this month?" a middle-aged man in a blue military uniform asked another middle-aged man sitting in front of him with a smile.

The middle-aged man shook his head, sighed and said, "The body is defeated, and the whole body can't exert its strength." ”

"Is the West Coast still as beautiful as it once was?"

Richard smiled, "I said Bard! You still envy the vacation that Emperor Napoleon approved for me! The emperor is generally not allowed to take leave, and if my body is really unable to support such a tiring work, I am afraid that I will have to work until I die before I can go to Elysium for a while!"

Bud took off his military hat and put it on his index finger and spun it around, "I've had a lot of headaches in the past few days since you've been away! I know you don't want to hear it, but I'm going to talk to you about it, and you're the only one who can help me out." ”

Richard picked up the teacup, blew slowly and leisurely a few times, and then gently dipped his lips into it, "You arranged all the nine people I asked you to send last time?"

"Of course, why don't I sit across from you in peace?" Bard smiled bitterly, "You better listen to me slowly and talk about the problems I'm having now!"

"No hurry, no hurry. You can let me guess first, how about it ease your nerves?" Richard put down his teacup, folded his arms, and leaned back to the back of the chair behind him.

Bud touched the cold sweat on his forehead, nodded and said, "It's okay, you can guess what happened in mainland France first." ”

"I guess there must be unrest, and it's led by those feudal forces, right?" Richard looked into Bard's eyes with a mysterious look and smiled slightly.

"You should be able to guess why, but I really don't understand, the petty capitalists who have been favored by the emperor have openly supported the rebels who are making trouble, and although they were quickly suppressed, I think there will be endless troubles!" Bard said, shaking his head and sighing.

"Of course, the capitalists don't want to be subjected to *, and that should be to be expected. ”

"So what should we do?"

Richard tapped his index finger on the edge of the table, "When the war arrives on the mainland, they won't have the strength to rebel or anything." I guess this war is coming soon, so we'll see?"

Bud lit a cigarette, squinted his eyes and took a puff, slowly exhaling a smoke ring, "You and I are both members of the French Empire, and we all owe allegiance to His Majesty Napoleon, which is understandable, how can you expect the war in the Mediterranean to spread to your homeland?"

Richard laughed and said, "How do you know I'm talking about the war in the Mediterranean, I'm talking about the war in Europe." You don't have to wait, in less than five years, the whole of Europe will be in dire straits. So, you and I can't change the tide at all. The nine people I asked you to arrange are not only to help you consolidate your strength, but also to lay a small foreshadowing for your future Hongfei Tengda. ”

"You still talk the same way, and you're too jumpy. Bud flicked the ashes of his cigarette, "Are you burying other big foreshadowing?"

"We have been friends for so many years, of course I won't die without help, if you encounter any life-and-death problems in the future, my foreshadowing will naturally appear. Now all you have to do is to think carefully about the nine people I asked you to arrange, and see if there are any omissions, and I can tell you very responsibly that if you are not careful now, there will be times when you will be sad in the future. Richard smiled and stretched, "I still have to meet Your Majesty, so that's the end of today's chat! I'll visit your team in a few days, and you can treat me to a cup of afternoon tea!"

Bard loosened his shoulders, "Very good, you can say a few kind words to me in front of Your Majesty, and it is better to grant me a few days off, I look forward to the sun on the west coast every day!"

After Bard left, Richard sent a telegram, and two hours later, a young man pushed open the door to Richard's office and strode over to Richard's side.

"General, you're back. The young man said respectfully.

"You've had an easy time lately, Bivis. Richard called him like an old friend.

Bivis sat down in the chair where Bard was sitting just now, and said with a smile, "I'm a little tired, but I have completed all the tasks you have given me." ”

"I remember you told me that you like war, but I made you work underground for more than three years, and I haven't let you go to war. Do you know why?"

Bivis shook his head and said, "I don't know what the general thinks. ”

"You still don't like to figure out people's psychology. Since you don't know, I won't tell you, and you will naturally know for what it is for later. Richard stood up, walked around the table, walked to Bevis's side, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "However, you are ready to go to war, you are now the deputy commander of the Marine Brigade of the French First Navy, how are you?

"Isn't the First Navy General Budd's troops? I admire Admiral Budd's personality very much, and I am very satisfied with it this time. Bevis smiled knowingly, revealing two dimples, "Thank you, General Richard, for the promotion." ”

"No, no, no. Richard shook his hand, "You misunderstood me, this is also a task, and it is a difficult task, not to give you that permanent position." But if you do well in the future, the First Navy will be yours. ”

Bivis nodded silently, and listened carefully to Richard's assignment.

After another two hours, the guard outside Richard's door walked in and knocked on the half-open door, "General, the Emperor Napoleon has asked you to go, do you want to go now, or wait after dinner?"

Richard tapped his finger on his forehead, got up and said, "It seems that Your Majesty still has a place for me, otherwise he would not be in such a hurry to see me." Since it's urgent, I'll go now! Let the groom pull out my English thoroughbred, and I'm going to whip it up!"

After Budd left, instead of going straight back to his First Navy, he met with another old friend.

"It's been a long time, old friend Harley, the last time we fought together was twenty years ago, and we were both in the same navy company. Now, go your separate ways!" Bard sighed.

"Although the country we are loyal to is different, but fortunately, the country we are loyal to is an ally, just like our relationship, we can still be the same as before, but we are too busy, just wait for this period of time. Harley was optimistic, and as commander-in-chief of the British Navy, he didn't have the same complaining tone as Bard.

"Your industrial revolution in Britain has begun, and we are still stuck in the old industry, and the economic development is a lot behind yours. Now it's the law of the jungle! In the future, I think it will be inevitable that our two countries will fight!"

"I'm afraid you didn't just talk about this matter when you came to me this time, did you encounter any problems, you might as well talk to your old friends, don't beat around the bush. Harley smiled and said bluntly.

"I really need an old friend to help me, but it's a little difficult......"

After seeing Bart go away, Wilson also began to shake his legs and rush home. The only relative in his family is his mother, and his mother Maria must be very anxious, for her, Wilson is her heart, the motivation for her to continue to live, and her hope in this troubled world.

Maria was a hard-working woman who had her husband dead when Wilson was young, and she was alone in pulling Wilson to grow up. Now she doesn't have any decent work, sometimes working for large families, and usually helping the surrounding fishermen to mend their nets in exchange for some food.

But Wilson really didn't let her worry, Wilson often ran around, sometimes didn't go home all night, asked and didn't say anything. Maria didn't have much hope for Wilson, she just hoped that he would be fed and clothed in the future, as long as he didn't do anything bad.

This time Wilson was out for the night again, not because he wanted to make his mother angry, but because he had to do what he had to do.

He walked gloomily to his little broken wooden house, where his mother, Maria, was trying to open her red and swollen eyes and catch nets for the fishermen.

"Mom, I'm sorry, I'm late again. Wilson apologetically pushed open the dilapidated and loose wooden door and looked into his mother's eyes.

Maria didn't look up, and asked him in a hoarse voice, "Why didn't you come home last night?"

It's not that Wilson doesn't want to tell his mother, it's just that he can't say these things, and if he says them, it will definitely lead to serious consequences. In addition, he didn't want to lie and deceive his mother, who had always been attentive to him, so he had to continue to remain silent.

"I knew you wouldn't tell me if I asked. Then forget it! You go get some food, on the table in the back room. If you don't come back in the evening, just say it, don't let me do it for you. Maria sighed, then stopped talking, and continued to weave her nets as if it were her eternal mission.

Wilson said nothing more, and walked into the back room. The furnishings of the inner room were even more rudimentary than the outhouse, except for a bed of broken planks, on which a quilt made of blue linen was neatly stacked, and next to it was a plank placed on a stone, tilted to one side, which was what Maria called the table. On top of it was a plate of fried blackened kelp and two yellow tortillas.

He was indeed a little hungry, so he picked up a tortilla, divided it by two, then lifted his chopsticks, took a large mouthful of kelp, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed vigorously. After swallowing the big mouthful, he began to chew and swallow slowly, pinching the tortilla little by little.

It didn't take long for him to finally consume the small tortilla. He lifted himself and walked out.

"Mom, I'm going to go out for a while. Seeing that Maria did not speak, Wilson continued, "I will come before the sun goes down." ”

"You don't have to tell me, but don't miss your big thing. Maria didn't look up, sighed, and began to repeat her mission again.

Wilson walked out. No matter what mood he was in right now, he was going to get out.

Twenty-five minutes later, Wilson came to a tall, dilapidated black church on the edge of the city. It was an orphanage with only six children who were cared for by the Christian Asanna. Now Asanna went out with the other Christians to gather in the cathedral in the middle of the city, leaving only the six naughty bags.

It is a miracle that a Christian can take care of six orphans in these troubled times. This was something that no one dared to imagine, but later some gossipy people found out that this Asanna had three sons who were soldiers, and every month they would send some money, and this pitiful few hundred lira was the capital of Asanna to raise these six orphans.

Wilson looked at the doorway of this church for a while, and did not go inside, and found that the black-painted door was not closed tightly as usual, but had a slight gap. Don't look at the small gap, the things it can accomplish are sometimes no smaller than the things that a big black hole can do.

Wilson kicked the door open, and with a "buzz", the door slowly moved to both sides.

Suddenly, a few drops of water appeared on Wilson's face, and then a large wooden barrel filled with water fell to the ground with a "clang", and the cold water was scattered all over the ground.

"It turns out that these little naughtiness have set me up here, but fortunately I have a heart. Wilson smiled and strode into the gloomy church.

He had only taken two steps before he stopped, his eyes moving down, and he saw a rope in front of his calf straightening. He looked to the side with his peripheral vision, and there were two figures hiding behind the two thick pillars.

Wilson lifted his toes, lifted the rope a little, and then grabbed the rope with both hands and ran back two steps, and the two figures hiding behind the large pillar burst out.

"Bill Kleist, I can't imagine it's you two little naughty. Wilson pulled the two children over and flicked their foreheads with his middle finger.

Bill is considered tall among his peers, has a very strong body, and although he is just eight years old, he already has four-pack abs. He pulled two fists as if he were struggling out of Wilson's powerful palm.

Craster was an introverted child who rarely spoke, but he was a small Christian who usually went to church with Asanna, and today he stayed because he was going to participate in a plan to tease Wilson.

"Don't resist, you've been caught by me now, you're losing now, stand here obediently and don't move, and I'll come back to you when I catch the four of them." If you want to move, you're breaking the rules of the game, and I won't be playing with you anymore!" Wilson smiled and patted the back of their heads, letting go of their little fists.

Bill flicked his wrist a few times, and said to Wilson in a confident but not arrogant tone, "I won't let you catch me so easily in the future, you have to be careful!"

Kleist raised his head to look at Wilson's gentle face, pulled the corner of his coat, and said in the tone of an immature six-year-old, "Brother Wilson, the place where they are hiding is very secret, you have to be careful." ”

Wilson smiled and walked forward, into a darker hallway, where white sheets were neatly dried on both sides. He walked forward steadily, only to hear a strange sound pass through his ears, saying that it was too late, that it was too fast, and Wilson quickly bent down and rushed forward some distance.

When he looked back, he saw two boys, one holding a barrel in his arms, both covered in golden sand. It turned out that they wanted to use these two buckets of sand to plot against Wilson, but they didn't expect Wilson's reaction to be so fast, not only did he swoop into the air, but he also stole chickens and rice, and covered his body with sand.

"Morekelly, look at your faces, get some water at the well and wash it up!" Wilson laughed.

Morey and Kelly rubbed their eyes as they ran to the well in the churchyard's backyard.

Wilson thought there would be no one in the backyard and turned back.

Just as he was about to take a step, there was a slight noise on the cantilevers at the top of the church.

Wilson raised his head suddenly, and the two figures quickly rushed down, jumping down from a height of three meters, coupled with the inertia of the flying rush, Wilson was hit by the "glorious" to the unexpected place of five meters.

Wilson struggled to open his eyes, only to find that they were firmly sealed. Not only that, but every inch of the bones in the body seemed to be imprisoned, and they couldn't move