A small hill not far from the military camp, I was holding a bunch of olive branches and whipping its mother's body violently, a lush olive tree. After countless times, the twenty-one broken branches fell on the ground.

I don’t know when, exhausted, finally stopped venting and sat blankly under the tree. Things that I didn’t want to think about again came back to my mind.

What to do? Run or stay.

run?!

No, where can I go? The United States, but compared to the current Europe, they are too backward, and their internal conflicts are constantly inconsistent, so they cannot do it; Britain, Portugal, Italy, or other parts of Europe, either, either, not. Believe me, Daming, the commander-in-chief of the Free France Toulon Legion, has been on the blacklist of the anti-French alliance. I have never fallen into the trap and die. I am even more unsuccessful in escaping to the Qing Dynasty. The corrupt dynasty that I once gritted my teeth and cursed countless times will never go back to death. As for the barbaric Africa, the desolate America, there is no need to consider it.

No! That's all! You can only stay in France and in the legion. But the urgent need to delay is that the National Guild has to give me a deadline to recover the Toulon Harbor. Damn, I don't have enough large-caliber artillery, two have no actual combat experience, three have no reinforcements, and the total military force that I besieged Toulon was only 18,000, and the number of opponents against my opponent has increased to 16,000. The 18,000 troops attacked the defense line organized by 16,000 people. The morale and strength of both sides are equal, and the enemy has continued to supply maritime forces, and is in an excellent defensive state. Can this battle be won?

Oh, I lowered my head in pain, pulled my hair hard with both hands until it made me moan.

I can't leave, I can't fight.

God, when you fuck me coming to this world, why don’t you give me more modern personnel and equipment? A regiment, no, just one reinforcement, and several tanks, I can easily solve the problem. On one night, I touched the enemy’s position, had a surprise attack, and several snipers, and could disrupt the enemy’s defense line, easily occupy fortresses and forts, and then block the entire Toulon port, and finally...

Thinking of this, my mind suddenly lit up:

Surprise attack!

Sniper!

Yes, damn it, why do I always think of fighting positions with the enemy on the other side? What the ancestors of the military arts left to themselves is not just "going is the best strategy".

The winter in the Mediterranean is rainy, and the night is dark and visibility is less than one meter, so it is not impossible to sneak into the opponent's position. Moreover, the war on the European continent at this time was a knight-style battle left over from the medieval era. You attack and defend, face you head-on, despise sneak attacks and undeclared wars. It is extremely rigid in tactical practice, and strictly follow the rules of infantry and cavalry and artillery, without any skills. This state has not changed substantially until the first battle; not to mention, the path leading to the fortress is steep and slippery, and it is difficult to march, so the guards must be not vigilant. Surprise attack! Feasible.

In addition, there is no problem with sniper use. During the American Revolutionary War, the Kentucky gunmen relied on long-range rifles to perform snipers. In the Battle of Saratoga in 1777, General Simon Fulese, who shot and killed the British army 300 meters away, completely shattering the breakthrough plan of the British commander John Bergine, which led to the surrender of several British troops traveling south from Canada and winning a battle that had already lost. With these snipers equipped with rifles, I could easily kill the most threatening gunners. But the question is, where would I go to find a batch of breech reloading, a rifle with a range of 350 meters, and soldiers who have used it skillfully.

With this question, I ran back to the barracks with no grace, but ended up meeting Lieutenant Mura.

"Salute! Commander-in-Chief, do you have any instructions?" The second lieutenant saw me excitedly, quickly stood attentively and asked in confusion.

"Oh, nothing, do you care." I waved my hand, and just as I was about to walk to the tent, I called Murah again and asked casually: "Lieutenant, do you know that anyone in the legion will use rifles?"

"Rifle? General, I will." The lieutenant was a little excited.

"You will?" I was a little disbelief.

"Yes, general, when I was in the Infantry Academy, an instructor from the United States of America explained the use and significance of rifles to us." The second lieutenant replied confidently.

"Oh, do you know what I want to do with a rifle?" I asked.

"If I'm not wrong, the commander wants to use them as sniper rifles to eliminate enemy gunners. Because the biggest advantage of breech-loaded rifles is that they have a long range and are accurate, but their firing speed is too slow, so they are rarely used on a large scale." Second Lieutenant Mura's question and answer was extremely affirmative.

"Okay, Lieutenant, I now order you to organize and train a rifle company. What are the problems with the personnel and the ordnance? When can I start to join the battle?" I began to believe the Lieutenant's words and was happy.

"Personnel is not a problem. There are many people in the Legion who use rifles, so it is not difficult to organize skilled gunmen. In terms of weapons and ordnance, as far as I know, many farmers nearby have rifles, and their performance is not worse than that of the US military equipment. It is not a problem to collect 200. I believe, no, I promise that only 3 to 5 days of training can be put into battle. General." The second lieutenant asked.

"Okay, very good, I'll give you 5 days to recruit gunmen in the Legion in my name and collect enough rifles." Damn, the headache was solved at once, and I then added, "Lieutenant, no, I appointed you as a lieutenant now. If you can complete the task within the specified time, you will be a captain. Okay, you can prepare to go and keep it confidential."

"As for orders, Commander-in-Chief." The promoted lieutenant ran to prepare very excitedly, and even forgot the minimum military salute, but I don't care.

Back at the headquarters tent, I called my own commander of guard and orderly soldiers.

"Major, I'm sending me the order: In addition to the necessary left-behind officers on duty, all officers, who have the ranks of major and above must be required to gather at the Legion Base Camp on time at 2:00 pm on the 16th of Frost Month, five days later, at about 2:00 pm, to hold a military meeting to discuss and formulate a new combat plan. Add one more sentence, if the time is not overdue, military law will be engaged. Well, after writing this, you don't have to review it again, and will issue it immediately in the name of the Legion Command." I continued, "Koset, how much is my current salary."

"In terms of calculation, there are about 200 more than 200 Liver, the commander." Cosette was her own private finance officer, and of course she knew how much private money I had.

"Okay, take it all out, Major Chade, you send someone to give the money to Major Napoleon's mother, Lady Laticia, who and his sons should live in Montpellier. In addition, convey my apology to her and tell her that whenever there is any difficulty, Andrew will do his best to help." This should be the only thing he can do for the emperor and his family, I said secretly.

"Commander-in-Chief, is there anything else?" Major Xia De took the purse sent by Cosett and asked further.

"When will the funeral of the fallen soldiers be arranged?" I asked.

"Tomorrow at 8 a.m.," said the Major.

"Okay, I know, nothing is wrong, you can go down. Cosette, stay." I ordered, watching my subordinates leave, but I still didn't decide whether to attend Napoleon's funeral tomorrow.

"Koset, please thank your father for the tea on my behalf." Suddenly, I added a strange sentence.

"Okay, I will tell..." Cosette replied subconsciously, but before she could finish her words, her face turned pale immediately.

Yes, of course Cosette couldn't say that his father was my benefactor Paul Balas, a member of the National Convention. Since I came to the Toulon military camp, I often had some questions in my mind that I couldn't explain:

Why is Balas so at ease with an oriental who is unaware of the roots?

Why can I know everything I do in the barracks as far away as Paris;

Why did the National Guild give the power of the Toulon Legion to a foreigner without any hesitation?

…

All of this is because I have become a chess piece, a chess piece being monitored, and the person who monitors me is this weak and weak girl in front of me. Although I am not good at conspiracy, I am after all, I am growing up in a country that is proud of strategy, and I have heard of it. It is also common in books and movies and TV dramas in my previous life.

These questions were initially just a bottom in my mind, without too much thinking and proof. It was just an accidental opportunity. I learned that the former commander of Toulon's National Self-Defense Force had left long before the fall of the city, and he had no children at all. So I began to send someone to investigate secretly. On the day I received the secret letter from Paris, I also learned the whole story of the facts.

"I won't hurt you when I'm scared." Seeing the girl scared, I slowed down my tone.

"Sorry, General, I didn't mean to hide it from you, I, me," the girl cried and said nothing.

"No need to apologize. Actually, I want to thank you and your father. It can be said that everything I have now is given by you. However, as the commander of the legion, I must obey military discipline. There must be no women in the barracks. I will send someone back to Paris early tomorrow morning to greet Member Barras on my behalf." After saying this, I turned around and left, because I was most afraid of women's tears.

After dealing with this matter, I didn't realize that the matter did not end so simply. When I arrived in Paris later, how much trouble would its sequelae bring to me...

When I woke up the next day, I found that Cosette had left the military camp by herself. I was not worried about her safety. Naturally, there would be many people secretly protecting her daughter as a hot member of Congress.

At about 8 o'clock, I still brought the officers to the cemetery and participated in the funeral of the officers and soldiers who died in the battle the day before yesterday.

Fire a gun

Burial

Marine salute

Give me a message

When all this was over, I also understood that Napoleon's era could not have appeared again, and history was no longer the history I knew, and everything had changed.
Chapter completed!