Just when everyone thought that the French Emperor was returning to Paris on a warship, he was carrying Jérôme. Bonaparte's warships were quietly heading in the direction of Sevastopol in the hazy moonlight, and the next morning they broke through the thick fog and arrived near Sevastopol.

The French Navy, which was responsible for patrolling the waters near Sevastopol to guard against the sneak attack of the Russian Empire, immediately spotted the warship flying the French flag, and the sailors on the lookout immediately reported loudly to the watchtower: "Go and report to the captain, just say that a warship with the flag of the country is heading in our direction!" ”

The sailors on deck immediately ran to the captain's office as soon as they received the news and reported the news to the captain.

"You said you found a warship flying the flag of our country?" The captain repeated it.

"That's right!" The sailor nodded in response.

"However, I haven't received any news of the arrival of the warship here!" The captain frowned and muttered to himself, then he raised his head again and asked the sailor: "Do you say that Russia is flying our military flag in a vain attempt to deceive us with this method!" ”

"Your Excellency, this one is still uncertain!" The sailor suggested a solution to the captain: "However, I think we can use the flag to ask them about their number and naval affiliation, and why they are back here!" ”

The captain's eyes lit up, he patted his head and nodded repeatedly: "You're right! Do it now! Be sure to know the number and sequence of this warship, and what their purpose is here! ”

"Yes!" The sailors saluted the captain and left.

……

When the sailor conveyed the captain's order to the sailors on the lookout, the sailors on the lookout waved the flag in their hands and asked each other.

"Your Majesty, they are asking us in the language of the flag what unit we belong to, what is the purpose of coming here?" Jérôme. The captain of the warship in which Bonaparte rode deferentially addressed Jérôme. Bonaparte reported.

"Tell them about your unit, and tell them you're here on a special mission!" Jérôme. Bonaparte immediately said to the captain beside him.

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Captain to Jérôme. After Bonaparte saluted, he trotted under the mast of the lookout and gave orders to the sailors on the mast lookout.

The sailor waved two flags in his hand and relayed the captain's message to Jérôme. Bonaparte's words are all expressed in the form of flags.

"The warships on the opposite side say that they are members of the third detachment of the Mediterranean Fleet! On the orders of the Emperor of France, go to Sevastopol on a mission! The sailor reported to the patrol captain.

"Since I came here on the orders of His Majesty the Emperor, let's let it go!" The captain waved his hand and said to the sailors.

"Yes!"

After waiting for the sailors to leave, the captain sighed to himself, and said to himself in a slightly sour tone: "His Majesty the Emperor has come here, why did he leave so soon and didn't come here in person!" ”

……

"Your Majesty, the warship on the other side has allowed us to pass!" Captain to Jérôme. Bonaparte responded.

"Then move on!" Jérôme. Bonaparte said in a rambling voice.

The patrol fleet made way of the way, and the warships continued on their way, soon entering the port of Sevastopol.

Jérôme standing on the deck of a warship. Bonaparte looked at the battleships docked in the harbor and the bungalows in the distance, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but show a smug smile.

This world, except Jérôme. No one outside Bonaparte will know what a tough bone Sevastopol really is.

Historically, Sevastopol was a veritable mill of flesh and blood, and in order to capture this fortified city, the British and French armies "sacrificed" nearly 100,000 lives.

Of course, the vast majority of these lives did not die directly at the hands of the Russian Empire, but were harvested by cholera and cold.

Today's coalition forces no longer need to force their way here with various debuffs, they just need to stay in Sevastopol quietly and wait for the arrival of the Russian Imperial Army.

Just Jerome. Bonaparte was proud of the small contribution he had made when the voice of Marshal Regnio appeared at home Jérôme. Bonaparte's ear: "Your Majesty, it's time for us to disembark!" ”

"Good!" Coming to his senses, Jérôme nodded, and then met with Marshal Regino, Richard Brown, and Marshal Regino. Metternich slowly approached the shore in a dinghy.

At this time, the chief quartermaster of the French Expeditionary Force, Leboeuf, who was counting the equipment in the port warehouse, received a report from the soldiers at the port dock.

"Go and report to Commander Perissier at once!" Leboeuf immediately gave the order to the soldiers.

"Your Excellency General, aren't you going?" The soldier replied to Leboeuf.

"I'm heading to the docks to meet the envoy! You can go there on your own! Leboeuf said as he pulled his legs and ran towards the harbor docks.

When Leboeuf was about to arrive at the port terminal, he almost felt like he was in cardiac arrest.

Where is the envoy standing at the dock, it is obviously the emperor himself!

Who am I? Where am I? How did the emperor end up here?

Leboeuf's eyes were glazed, his mind went blank, and his pace slowed down.

Jérôme on the pier. Bonaparte also noticed Leboeuf, and he waved at Leboeuf: "Leboeuf! ”

Leboeuf, whose ears sounded the cry of His Majesty the Emperor, immediately came to his senses, and he hurried towards Jérôme. Bonaparte ran in the direction where he was, and soon came to Jérôme. Bonaparte's face.

"Your Majesty, Marshal Regnio!" Leboeuf straightened up and shouted to them in a sonorous tone.

Jérôme. Bonaparte looked at Leboeuf carefully, then crouched down.

"Your Majesty!" The faces of the people around him showed surprise.

Only to see Jérôme. Bonaparte re-fastened the lace-up leather boots that Leboeuf wore on his feet, then got up and patted Leboeuf on the shoulder and said cordially: "You are also a general of the empire, you must pay more attention to grooming!" ”

"Your Majesty!" Leboeuf had a touched expression on his face, and his voice was a little choked and he said, "I ......"

"Don't do this!" Jérôme. Bonaparte pretended to have a disgusted expression and teased: "You are not a child, don't cry at every turn!" A general with a crying nose will not be convincing! ”

"Yes!" Leboeuf put away his emotional side and replied with the iron-blooded attitude of a soldier.

"That's it! Take me to the headquarters! "Jérôme. Bonaparte ordered Leboeuf.

In Leboeuf with Jérôme. Bonaparte walked and chatted under the watchful eyes of the soldiers near the port, and soon came to the vicinity of the French headquarters.

It was at this time that Jérôme, who was the lieutenant of the commander of the French Expeditionary Force, was aide-de-camp. Patterson and Conrobel, the deputy commander of the expeditionary force, happened to have just stepped out of the headquarters gates.

When they saw in the distance Jean-Rôme accompanied by Leboeuf. When Bonaparte was with Marshal Regino, his mind was also blank.

"Patterson, Conrobel!" Jérôme. Bonaparte rushed to Jerôme. Patterson beckoned to Conrobel.

Conrobel, who reacted quickly, whispered a reminder to Jérôme, who was in a state of confusion. Patterson, the two trotted together to Jérôme. Bonaparte's face.

"Your Majesty×2!" Jérôme. Patterson and Conrobert spoke in unison to Jérôme. Bonaparte shouted.

Jérôme. Bonaparte looked the two up and down, "General Conrobert!" ”

"The subordinates are here!" Conrobert to Jérôme. Bonaparte saluted.

"You're thinner than before!" Jérôme. Bonaparte stretched out his hand and patted Conrobert on the shoulder, and said in a kind tone, "Hard work! ”

"For the Empire!" Conrobel replied firmly.

Then, Jérôme. Bonaparte glanced at his nephew again, and he nodded with satisfaction: "Patterson, the training in the army has also made you more mature than before!" ”

Jérôme. Patterson did not speak, but addressed Jérôme. Bonaparte gave a military salute.

"That's right! Where did our Marshal Pelissier go? I have come all the way here to give him his marshal scepter! "Jérôme. Bonaparte asked Conrobert and Jérôme in a mocking tone. Patterson.

"Your Majesty, because Commander Pelissier did not know that you were arriving today, now he is supervising the Sevastopol fortifications!" Conrobel hurriedly explained to Pelisier, "I will immediately send someone to invite Commander Pelissier over!" ”

"No!" Jérôme. Bonaparte raised his hand to stop: "Let's surprise our great hero Commander Pellisier at the headquarters!" ”

After that, Jérôme. Bonaparte and Regnio entered the headquarters of the expeditionary force, and Conrobert and Jérôme. Paterson had no choice but to follow Jérôme. Bonaparte entered the headquarters together.

A few kilometres from the headquarters of the French Expeditionary Force, he supervised the construction of the fortifications on the Inkerman Mountains, and he was accompanied by the Commander of the British Expeditionary Force, Raglan...... No, it should be said that Marshal Raglan.

"Hey! I really don't know when we will have to wait until we will be able to really defeat the Russian Empire! Standing on the top of Mount Inkerman, overlooking the small bastions and moats on the mountainside, Commander Raglan couldn't help but sigh.

He really couldn't understand why the French emperor had to let his army build fortifications in Sevastopol and wait for the arrival of the Russian Empire.

Will the Russian Empire really stupidly bang its head on the fortifications and bleed?

I'm afraid not!

"It's coming!" Pelissye looked into the distance and said unquestionably: "According to the information from those Tatar cavalry, the current commander of the Russian Empire, Gorchakov, is stepping up the training of troops near Perekop!" ”

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