"When, when, when. There was a knock on the door of the headquarters of the First Regiment, and Brion, who was sleeping on a leather seat, woke up from his dream helplessly: "Please come in." ”

Ever since the War Department approved his expansion plan, he has been planning for the purchase of artillery, rifles, and supplies for the Legion. In order to ensure the combat ability of the newly recruited soldiers, Brion also personally went to the grassroots level to help the staff vet the new young people.

This is not because Brion is sympathetic to his employees, but because he is better using his power for personal gain. When buying supplies, they are doubling down on the best quality weapons and equipping them with a bunch. Not only that, but even when selecting soldiers, they will recruit their favorite or most skilled soldiers. In this way, a regiment actually had 6,000 troops in a very short period of time, and even the horses, artillery, and rifles were all lions opened their mouths to ask for a lot more.

Now this army can be said to be the largest number, the best soldiers, the strongest French unit, and the first main force in the Rhine Army.

Of course, most of this is due to Brion, who has been working tirelessly for more than ten days, and now that the recruitment is almost complete, he can rest for a while.

"Earl, you've been working hard these days. A familiar voice sounded in the doorway, but it didn't make any difference to Brion's ears, for the days of hard work had made him mildly deaf.

"Let's recruit it. Legionnaire!"

Brion took off his self-made blindfold and rubbed his eyes, only to realize that it was the old chief who had come to inspect the work.

Pishgrew smiled and nodded, looking around at Brion's newly renovated Deluxe Office. After a few months of getting along, Brion gradually got used to the royalist general. I used to think this person was a little annoying, but now I don't feel that way at all. Brion thinks that this general will make some money and eat some kickbacks. There's nothing to be disgusted with other than a little greedy for money. It's just that sometimes I like to be a little clever.

Pishglu greedily touched Brion's newly bought three-piece furniture set: "You are really not kind enough, expand the army." Why do you need so many francs, I think you only used 1,600,000 francs for this plan, and you can swallow the rest yourself! Look at the strength of spending money, shout! This sofa is still new in Paris! It's so expensive, I don't want to buy it with such a high salary!"

Hehe, it seems that he only took 100,000 francs, and the rest of the rest of the money was used to deal with his subordinates. But he himself swallowed 200,000 francs, and pretended to be a good man!" Brion thought unfairly.

"Huh. Brion laughed dryly: "What is the Legion Commander doing here this time? Do you want us to go out for a drink or two, I'll treat you!"

Brion saw the Scrooge coming, and his heart was terrified. This expansion plan is so easy that it will make him a windfall, and if this miser wants to fight the idea of this money again, it will be difficult to do. If you miss this opportunity, it will be difficult to make a fortune in the future.

"I really have something to do this time, and I can't go out drinking with you. ”

"No, let's go out and drink now. Let's go, I'm in for a treat. Really, I'm in for a treat, let's have a drink and talk!"

"I'll go next time, I really don't need to do it this time!" Pishgrew resolutely declined Briand's invitation, and then took out a report from his bag: "The old earl has died, and the territory is untended. Now the Royal Consular Office has given an order to the Rhine Corps Command, let me give you two months' leave to go home and deal with the property problem. ”

"What!" Brion was taken aback: "This...... It's really useless, I want to spend my time building the army. Commander, I'll tell you the truth, I really don't want to go home!

Brion, who has always been an aristocratic person, really didn't expect that there would be such a strange situation. He always knew that if he broke away from the army, he would be devastated in the coming revolution. Although the aristocracy enjoyed the privileges given to them by the state, Brion did not like it.

"I've never seen an earl like you, hehe!" Pishglu laughed and threw the report on his desk, "You are the backbone of our army, and I don't want you to go." But the superiors have orders, you must give me home to take care of things. By the way, during the two months you left, Bernadotte took over as head of the regiment temporarily. ”

"General, you can't bury me like that!" Brion pleaded sadly.

Pishglu looked at him and just smiled slightly: "Don't worry, I have arranged all the affairs in the army for you." Young man, make the most of these two months! By the way, you may even go to meet King Louis XVI. “

With that, the Legion Commander let go of Brion's hands and left without looking back.

Damn! I curse you miser for eating instant noodles without a seasoning pack!!!! Forget it, let's take yourself a vacation this time......

"Bernadotte, you must remember to step up the training of the cavalry. By the way, there is also artillery, you also learn artillery, and you must take the lead in the army. In addition, the army's wages must not be in arrears, and the grain and grass must be twice as much as that of other armies! You don't understand that this is called accumulating a small amount of money, and being prepared for any trouble. Finally, we must let the state allocate another amount of military spending at the right time, and making money is also our top priority!"

"Got it, Captain!"

After explaining everything, Brion was a little relieved to get into the count's noble carriage and drive to his family's mark fief.

The fief is a product of feudal society, and Brion still understands it. Although he was not a feudalist, the thought that his destination was his family's fiefdom immediately lifted his spirits. Although he had never seen the family members in the fiefdom, the owner of this body must have seen it, so Brion specially wore a tuxedo suit that he had never worn before, in order to show that he valued his family.

I have to say, it's really a domineering thing to wear!

Brion learned some more about his family's fiefdom, and learned that this place was originally in the lower reaches of the Rhine, and should be very close to the Rhine army. Not only that, I heard that there is also a castle built by the old earl on the fiefdom, a new European style, which is very beautiful. On top of that, the Count's family was a super-tycoon, and they had a deposit of five million francs in the bank. Even the Guards were fully equipped and well armed.

In this way, Brion finally arrived at his first territory after two days of carriage riding. Brion looked at the map he was carrying, this land area can be at least 3,000 square kilometers, and the people are about 4,000 people, which is already a powerful country!

In the distance, a huge castle stands on the plain.

"So this is my country!" Brion looked excitedly at the vast land.

Although Brion had known about his status as a count for a long time, he never imagined that he would be able to rule a large county of counties. Looking at the extravagant red castle, Briand was even more sure of his high place in France and even in history.

After the carriage had traveled a long way, there was an old man in his fifties dressed as a gentleman.

Seeing the arrival of the carriage, the old man took a big step forward, and then solemnly made a noble salute: "I am the butler of Mark Castle, and I welcome Count Mark here!"

"Are you from Mark's Castle? or are you a butler?" said Briand, a little surprised.

He never imagined that his family's fiefdom was readily available, even the butler! Maybe there were some maids, subordinates, maybe even mistresses had already been found. Brion imagined it a little lewdly, but he believed that he would never do such a thing even if he had a mistress.

"Yes, Count Mark. Allow me to introduce you to Brest, your butler, who served as your father's butler, and who was and is the commander of the Royal Order of Paris, and the captain of the Dragoons. He has always had good experience in managing castle property and housekeeping. With that, Brest said and made a royal salute to Briand: "Your castle is in front, I sincerely invite you to enter the castle to watch, and I will give you a comprehensive explanation." ”

"Alright!" Brion nodded a little awkwardly.

Although Brion felt that the old man's demeanor and temperament were particularly noble, he suddenly had an illusion, as if this old French man was afraid of not being able to find a job, and was anxious to compete for a job. Brion thought to himself, perhaps the old butler was afraid that Brion would fire him, after all, there was no better job in this society than the palace steward, with a higher salary and better pay.