On Sunday, May 7, the War Department, which had been busy since the beginning of the year until now, had a rare day off.

As the director of logistics, Major General Niel was finally able to go to the Paris Opera with his wife comfortably and enjoy a short vacation.

Just as Major General Niel took off his military uniform and changed into civilian clothes to leave for the opera house with his wife, there was a knock at the door.

"Honey, go open the door!" Major General Neel, who was in the bedroom, shouted at the lady in the living room.

"Good!" Madame hurriedly answered and went to open the door.

It wasn't long before the bedroom door opened, and Madame appeared in front of Major General Niel.

"What's wrong?" Major General Niel, who was clasping the buttons of his suit tightly, asked.

"The president's envoy is standing outside the door!" Madame replied to Niel.

"What! Special Presidential Envoy! Seeing this, Neiel hurriedly fastened the last button and ran to the living room.

A soldier in a green dragoon uniform held an invitation card in both hands and said to Major General Niel: "Major General Niel, this is what the president asked me to hand over to you!" Your hands! ”

"Thank you very much!" Niel quickly accepted the invitation and thanked the dragoons.

"If nothing happens, then I'm leaving! Have a perfect holiday season for you and your wife! ”

With that, the dragoon, who was in charge of delivering the invitation, turned and left.

After Niel watched the dragoons leave, he opened the invitation.

The content of the invitation was that the president hoped that he would be able to come to the Bois de Boulogne tomorrow and that he would send a carriage back to pick up Rear Admiral Nebiel in person, and that the president had a "small gift" to give to the army.

"What's wrong?" Madame came to Major General Niel's side and asked Rear Admiral Niel curiously.

"I didn't ...... It's nothing! Major General Niel put away the invitation and smiled at Jérôme. Bonaparte said.

"Let's go!" The lady, who was unwilling to interfere with her husband's work, took Neel's arm and said.

Nielle and his wife had an unforgettable Sunday.

At half past nine the next morning, a horse-drawn carriage pulled up outside Niel's apartment.

"The carriage is coming!" The lady in the mansion saw the carriage outside the mansion through the glass window of the living room, pointed to the carriage and said to Neiel in the bedroom.

"I know!" The voice of Major General Niel came from the bedroom.

About half a minute had passed, and Major General Niel, dressed in a sky-blue military uniform, appeared in the living room from the bedroom, kissed his wife affectionately and said, "I'm leaving!" ”

Madame also nodded at Nibi affectionately.

Rear Admiral Niel, who walked out of the mansion, sat on Jérôme. The carriage that Bonaparte had prepared for him.

The carriage drove Nière all the way southwest and continued after passing the Arc de Triomphe, and after about half an hour, the carriage came to the outskirts of the Bois de Bois and stopped at the periphery of the Bois de Bois Boulogne.

Just as Major General Niel was about to ask why the carriage had stopped, the coachman's voice came into the carriage from outside the carriage: "Major General Niel, we have arrived!" ”

Niel hurriedly pushed the door open and looked ahead, but all he could see was a small cabin and a few carriages, surrounded by a group of soldiers guarding the cabin.

"Where's the president?" Rear Admiral Niel asked.

The coachman pointed to the wooden house not far away and replied to Major General Niel: "The president stays there!" ”

Major General Niel hurriedly got out of the car and walked alone to the chalet, because Niel had set out very late, and the distance from his ga to the Boulogne forest was so long, that Niel, who had set out at half past nine, arrived at a quarter past ten.

It was the hottest time of the day, and the sun was shining close to noon, even on the edge of the Bois de Boulogne, where the leaves of the trees were blowing from the depths of the Bois de Boulogne.

Fortunately, Major General Niel did not suffer from the sun for long, and soon arrived at the cabin.

After receiving the salute from the soldiers defending the cabin, Neielle gently pushed open the door of the cabin, and he saw many of his colleagues in the Ministry of War, including the Minister of War, Reinho, the Secretary of State, and the Secretary of State. Arnault, Major General Lendl (last promoted to Major General) and a number of colleagues from other divisions.

"Neel, you're here!" Inside the wooden house the Secretary of State St. Arno hurried up to say hello when he saw Niel.

"St. Mr. Arnault! "Niel respectfully to the saint. Arno said, then turned his gaze to the Minister of War, Regnio: "Your Excellency! ”

"Hmm!" Minister Regnio nodded at Niel, stretched out his hand and invited Niel, "Sit down!" ”

Niel hurriedly sat down and waited for Jérôme. The arrival of Bonaparte.

Niel and others did not wait long for Jérôme. Bonaparte appeared.

At the same time, a man who was not acquainted with all the officers of the War Department who was present was following him in Jérôme. Behind Bonaparte.

[Although Migne was attached to the Ministry of War, he did not go to the Ministry of War during this time, and the rank of major also had Jérôme. Bonaparte helped him declare, and then General Regnio approved it. 】

"I hope I'm not too late!" Jérôme. Bonaparte smiled apologetically, he unceremoniously sat down on the main seat, posed with a big golden sword, pointed at Major Migne, and said, "Today's protagonist is not me, and he ......"

Almost at the same time, all the brigadier generals and generals had their eyes fixed on Migne, who had always been calm, and Migne couldn't help but swallow his spit, and couldn't help but complain in his heart about Jérôme. Bonaparte's way of dealing with it.

At present, the eyes of all the commanders are focused on him, and it is difficult for him not to speak, so Major Migne can only introduce himself to everyone present: "Hello commanders, I am Migne of the logistics department of the Ministry of War, with the rank of major......

"Logistics?" Niel looked Migne up and down, and he didn't think there was such a person.

"Niel doesn't have to stare at Major Migne anymore, he hasn't really gone to the War Department to report!" Jérôme. Bonaparte said to Niel.

"It's me who is abrupt!" Neielle smiled apologetically.

"Major Migne, go on!" Jérôme. Bonaparte encouraged Migne to continue

In Jérôme. With Bonaparte's encouragement, Major Migne explained the principle of the Mine-bomb and the data of the Mine-bomb.

Meanwhile, in Jérôme. Under Bonaparte's order, a paper copy of the printed materials was placed in front of each officer, along with various data.

After listening to Major Migne's explanation, the generals of the War Department looked through the information on the Migne gun in their hands.

The General of the War Department, who combined the instructions and materials, showed an excited expression.

If the Mingne gun data is accurate, it will be a cross-generational firearms revolution.

Not to mention Neel, who manages the army's logistics procurement, even the Minister of War Regnio also asked with a serious expression: "Major Migne, can you guarantee that the data you said is true and accurate?" ”

"I can guarantee it!" Major Migne replied steadfastly.

The Migne gun, which has been tested several times, is quite capable of reaching the level of data.

"In that case...... Regnio set his sights on Neel, who was in charge of logistics and procurement.

For General Reinio, as long as the data of the Mine gun can reach 80% of the level, then they can completely discard the existing equipment 1842 rifled gun.

Neel, who understood it, hurriedly said: "If this is the case, we are willing to purchase it!" ”

"Don't be in a hurry! Mr. Major General, why don't we make it happen ourselves! There is no shortage of prey in the Boulogne forest! "In order to completely dispel the concerns of the army, Jérôme. Bonaparte offered to experiment with it.

"Your Excellency, have you made a finished product?" Niel asked Jérôme excitedly. Bonaparte.

As an army member, he undoubtedly wanted his troops to be better equipped with guns.

"That's right!" Jérôme. Bonaparte clapped his hands, and Valewski and Mocal entered the door with 12 prototype Mignes on their backs.

After distributing each rifle to the hand, Jérôme. Bonaparte and the members of the War Department went to the Bois de Boulogne.

In the shady forest, a gray hare appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Jérôme. Bonaparte hurriedly took out a paper-rolled Mine bullet from the backpack containing the Migne bullet, broke it vigorously to separate the gunpowder from the cylindrical-headed projectile, poured the gunpowder into the muzzle, then put the cylindrical-head Mine bullet in, and finally used the general strip to attach the Minne bullet to the inside of the gunpowder, attached the thunder mercury, and pulled the trigger.

The whole set of action is less than that of an ordinary smoothbore gun, taking into account the Jérôme. Bonaparte didn't try to use it, and a skilled soldier could have saved more time.

The gray hare was also watching Jérôme. Bonaparte, in the hare's ruby eyes, was a group of humans who were working on the same iron rods, and one of them was aiming them at it.

The hare didn't know what the iron rod was, but the instinct that had been tempered for thousands of years told it that once it was hit by the iron rod, only death awaited it, and the beast's instinct prompted him to run desperately away from the muzzle.

But it was too late, and there was a "bang", white smoke came out of the muzzle of the Mine's gun, and the gunpowder pushed the Migne's bullet out of the muzzle.

Beyond the speed of sound, the Migne bullet struck the hare with lightning speed, and the hare fell to the ground with a scream, blood running down the hare's head.

"Huh! Hit! Neielle couldn't help but sigh.

Reinho also showed a surprised expression, he also did not expect that the rifle in the president's hand could still be accurate at such a distance.

If equipped in the army, soldiers can shoot from long distances.

In this way, their casualties can be further reduced.

"Try it too!" Jérôme, who was satisfied with his results. Bonaparte encouraged them to shoot live ammunition as well, and they would only be convinced if they were really able to feel the power of the Minne.

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