The poor Arabs did not yet know that their future fate had been decided by a man named Jérôme. Bonaparte's foreign monarchs were completely condemned, and the Middle East will only be more fragmented in the future than in history, and the contradictions between tribes will be more serious in history.

"I hope that when you become French vice-consul in the Holy Land, you will be able to strengthen ties with the minorities living in the Syrian province and, if necessary, give them mutual support in the fight against tyranny!" Jérôme. Bonaparte hinted at Klein without moving.

Jérôme. Bonaparte's so-called minority was no one but the Jews (or Semites) who lived in the Holy Land and the Kurds who lived in what would be Syria and Iraq.

Because these two peoples are the two most noisy peoples in the Arab world, from the 19th century to the 21st century, the entire Middle East world has never lacked their presence.

The most important thing is that these two nations finally tore off a piece of meat in the Middle East, which is full of "oases", with their tenacious fighting spirit.

The Jews founded Israel, and the Kurds established autonomous regions in Iraq and Syria.

Of course, the hapless Kurds have never been able to escape the blows of the Turks.

Right here in Jérôme. More than half a year before Bonaparte came to this world, Turkish President Esso-Sultan ordered the Turkish army to bomb Kurdish areas in Syria.

It can be said that the hatred between the Kurds and the Turks and Arabs is "incompatible".

And at this point in time, in 1847, the last Kurdish principality was completely wiped out by the Ottoman Empire, and the Kurds had already embarked on the path of resistance from that time!

"Yes! Your Majesty! Klein spoke excitedly to Jérôme. Bonaparte replied that he knew that his trip to the Holy Land as consul was a foregone conclusion.

"Valewski!" Jérôme. Bonaparte turned his gaze to Valewski, to whom he called out softly.

"Your Majesty!" Valewski was respectful to Jérôme. Bonaparte responded.

"During my time at the embassy, you had to settle all the remaining issues! Don't leave the job to the next one and pat yourself on the ass and walk away! "Jérôme. Bonaparte gave the order to Valewsky, and then asked with a serious face: "Do you hear clearly?" ”

"Your Majesty, I will definitely deal with it as soon as possible!" Valevsky solemnly promised.

"That's good! I see how you perform! "Jérôme. Bonaparte nodded to Valleves.

……

The carriage stopped at the gate of the French Embassy. Bonaparte, Valewski, and Klein got out of the carriage one after another.

Jérôme standing in front of the embassy. Bonaparte suddenly remembered that he did not seem to be a fellow saint. Marshal Arno meets.

"St. What is the situation with Marshal Arnault? "Jérôme. Bonaparte stopped, turned to Valewski, and asked.

Jérôme. Bonaparte's sudden words made Valevsky stand still for a few seconds, and then reacted and replied: "St. Marshal Arnault's condition is still not improving! ”

"I didn't tell you! If St. If Arnault's health deteriorates, he must be sent to Paris! "Despite the fact that Jérôme. Bonaparte understood the saint. Marshal Arnault's illness was no longer a solution to the problem of living anywhere, but he was still somewhat dissatisfied with Valewski.

"Your Majesty!" Valevsky to Jérôme. Bonaparte bowed, then replied with a wry smile: "We also advised His Excellency the Marshal, but the Marshal did not listen to us at all!" He insisted on being here until the victory of the French Empire! He also said that if his body could not support France to win the final victory, then his body would not be returned until then! ”

When Jérôme. After Bonaparte listened to Valewski's words, the words "Shroud of Horse Leather" immediately echoed in his mind.

For people like St. For an adventurous soldier like Arnault, the horse leather shroud is perhaps the most romantic of all.

Jérôme. Bonaparte somewhat understood St. Arnault's thoughts and feelings now, as a general who leads troops to fight, dying on the battlefield is not a humiliating thing, but a supreme honorable thing.

It was humiliating to die in a hospital bed, let alone to rush back to Paris before dying.

But understanding is understanding, Jérôme. Bonaparte reprimanded with a straight face, "What nonsense! Saint. Marshal Arno is messing around, and you guys are messing around with him? Won't you tie him up and put him on? ”

Who would dare to do it but you! Walewski thought to himself.

Subsequently, Valevsky put on a bitter melon face to Jérôme. Bonaparte said: "Your Majesty, Your Excellency the Marshal is the chief of the general staff of the whole of France, and I am only an ambassador of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!" ”

With a Ministry of Foreign Affairs and a General Staff, and no subordinate relationship between the two powers, Valevsky naturally had no way to command the General Staff.

Not to mention, St. Marshal Arnault's rank was and de. On the level of Ruys, Valewski had little reason to order St. Marshal Arnault.

"Forget it!" Jérôme. Bonaparte sighed, and then resumed his progress.

It's just that Jérôme. Bonaparte this time was in the direction of the embassy.

"Your Majesty, what are you going to do here?" Valevsky asked Jérôme. Bonaparte said.

"What to do? Go and visit St. Marshal Arnault, can't you? "Jérôme. Bonaparte replied to Valewski, then stopped and asked with an embarrassed expression: "Where did you build the hospital?" ”

"Your Majesty, please follow me!" Once again, Valewski said to Jérôme. Bonaparte responded.

This time Klein was left at the embassy, Jérôme. Bonaparte and Valevsky rode in a carriage in the direction of the French military hospital in Constantinople.

……

Right here in Jérôme. When Bonaparte and Valewski rode in a carriage to the military hospital, in a "luxurious VIP" room of the French military hospital, the commander of the French Expeditionary Force, who was already sweating profusely. Marshal Arno opened his eyes with a pained expression.

After a while, St. Arnault said that he gradually returned to the original state, he reached out and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead, then leaned his body against the head of the bed, stretched out his hand and took the crutches near the head of the bed in his hand with difficulty, slowly put his legs on the ground, and used the crutches as a support to walk forward step by step to the door.

When the saint. Marshal Arno's hand was about to approach the handle of the room when the door slowly opened.

Vilnia, dressed in a white nurse's outfit and holding a tray in her right hand, appeared at the door. Marshal Arnault's slightly pale face showed a smile.

"Ms. Vilnia!" Saint. Marshal Arno said to Vilnia in a slightly respectful tone.

"Your Excellency, did I not tell you that it is better not to get out of bed? Why don't you listen! Vilnya placed the tray on the table near the door as she said to St. Vilnia. Marshal Arnault reproached.

"Ms. Vilnia, I'm really feeling a little uncomfortable in this place, and I want to go out and get some air!" Saint. Marshal Arno responded to Vilnia.

"Ventilation?" Vilnia pointed to the dark sky outside the window and said, "Your Excellency, it's already so late!" Do you still want to go out? ”

"Lady Vilnia, it's not too late! I think when I was in Algiers...... "St. Marshal Arnault gushed about what happened in Algiers to Vilnia.

"Your Excellency, this is not Algiers, and you are not the same you were more than ten years ago!" Vilnia vs. St. Marshal Arno responded: "I must be responsible for your safety and life!" ”

"Ms. Vilnia!" Saint. Marshal Arnault pointed to himself and asked Vilnia: "How much time do you think I have now?" ”

Vilnia looked at St. Arnault's body, St. a month ago. Marshal Arno was able to get up without the help of crutches at all, except for two occasional pains.

Now St. Marshal Arno could not be found at all without the help of crutches, and every once in a while, a cramp from the abdomen appeared.

It's like someone using a knife to cut the saint repeatedly. Marshal Arnault's abdomen was the same, so that the dose of Arobiscus was doubled and could not relieve the pain, so Vilnia had to find the latest "analgesic", which was much more effective than Ariscus, but the addiction was also several times higher than that of Aribiscus.

"Your Excellency, Marshal!" Vilnya looked at St. Saint with an unusually serious expression. Arno replied, "As long as you're still here for a day, then you'll have to listen to me." In the Expeditionary Force, you are the man of the word, and in the hospital, the doctors and nurses are the ones who run the hospital! ”

Hearing Vilnia's answer, St. A helpless smile appeared on the corner of Marshal Arnault's mouth.

"Forget it, let's not talk about it! Let me help you back to bed! Vilnya stretched out her hand and put her arm around St. Marshal Arno's arm.

"Lady Vilnia, can I sit there!" Saint. Marshal Arnaud pointed to the location of the window and said to Vilnia.

After thinking for a moment, Vilnia nodded in agreement. Marshal Arnault's request.

Saint. Marshal Arno was able to sit in a chair near the window and gaze at the dark sky in the distance.

Vilnia holds three sterilized glass syringes in the tray, each with an average liquid capacity of about 2-3 milliliters, and the glass syringe contains a colorless and transparent liquid.

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