That summer, Napoleon passed the graduation exam successfully and graduated from the officers' school as he wished. He was transferred to the Raphael Legion and obtained the rank of Artillery Lieutenant. On the day Napoleon left Paris, Joseph went to the post coach station to see him off. Napoleon wore a new gray-blue military uniform and a sword hanging around his waist, looking particularly energetic. If he wasn't a little short, he would have looked a bit majestic.

"It looks like an officer." Joseph reached out and patted Napoleon on his shoulder, "Do it well and become a general soon."

"What's the best way to be a French general?" Napoleon whispered.

"Don't say that in front of others." Joseph said, "Work hard in the army and develop real skills. You can use whatever you do in the future."

After seeing Napoleon off and returning to school, Joseph had just sat down at his desk. Before he could make a cup of coffee for himself, he saw Will, the principal's secretary, come in.

"Mr. Bonaparte, the principal is asking you for something," Will said.

Joseph quickly stood up and followed Will toward the two-story building exclusively occupied by the principal.

"Will, what's the matter with Principal looking for me?" Joseph asked while walking along the path beside the flower bed toward the small building.

"It seems like there is something about engineering, and I don't know very well. You will know when you meet the principal in a while." Will replied.

As they spoke, they walked into the Earl of DuPont's building. A wig-wearing waiter opened the door for them, took the hat handed over by Joseph and said, "Mr. Bonaparte, the Earl is waiting for you in the office upstairs. Please come with me."

Joseph followed the waiter to the second floor and entered the office of Count DuPont. The waiter retreated.

"Ah, Mr. Bonaparte, you are here." Earl of DuPont said.

"Principal, do you have something to ask me?" Joseph asked.

"Yes, some engineering matters. Well... have you been to Calais? It's the one that specializes in lace lace?" Count DuPont asked suddenly.

"No." Joseph replied.

"Oh, among cities in other provinces, Calais is pretty good. It's great to bring one or a few lovers on vacation. But this time I mentioned Calais to you not for this, but because of a military mission. Are you willing to go?" Earl DuPont said with a smile.

"I am willing to serve the country." Joseph hurriedly, "I don't know what it is?"

"Nothing, the fort at Port Calais is too old and cannot be used. So a new fort is needed to build a new fort to defend the port. The new fort requires a mathematical consultant. This matter should have been arranged by Mr. Monge. But Mr. Monge has other important things, so he recommended you. Joseph, I call you that, right?"

"Of course it's okay." Joseph hurriedly said.

"Well, Joseph," said Count DuPont, "the school's salary is actually very limited, and it won't be too hungry to death, but it's not easy to live a good life alone. Although it's very tiring to perform such tasks, the income is very good. You can save a small amount of money by taking such tasks a few times. Look at Mengji, his salary is actually limited to you, but with more things like this, his income is at least six or seven times that of yours."

Joseph knew that Mengji recommended this matter to him, although he had too much work and could not be busy, but the meaning of taking care of himself was also very obvious. So he said gratefully: "Thank you, Principal."

"What do you thank me? You should thank Mr. Monge more." Earl DuPont smiled, "Of course, Monge is a bit old-fashioned. If you want to give him a gift, he might even think you are insulting his personality..." Speaking of this, Earl DuPont shook his head again, "You should thank him, it's better to send him an article with creation. Well, you are going to be a math consultant this time. Whether it's me or Monge, I hope you can take this opportunity to go further in academics. Well, although the matter over there is not too urgent, if you have nothing else, arrange the work at hand and report it to Calais as soon as possible."

Joseph knew that this sentence was basically equivalent to the Chinese delivery of tea and sent guests, so he thanked Count DuPont again and then retreated. The semester is about to end, and he basically has nothing to do with him. So after a little deal, three days later, he took the introduction letter issued by Count DuPont and took the postcar to Calais.

In later generations, there was a Eurostar high-speed rail connection between Paris and Calais. It didn't take an hour to go from Paris to Calais. However, in this era, there was no such good thing. It took two days before Joseph came to Calais when it was approaching the evening.

Because it was already very late, Joseph did not go directly to the naval camp at the port of Calais. At this time, there was probably no one there to receive him. So he found a very ordinary hotel near the port and stayed there. After fighting with bed bugs for a night, he left the hotel at dawn the next day and made up his mind to never stay in such a cheap hotel again.

Following the street paved with stone strips, Joseph walked towards the port.

The port of Calais is divided into two parts. On one side is a noisy civilian marina, where there are many flute-shaped ships and other ships docked by several trest bridges. Although it was still early, sailors could already be seen scrubbing the deck. On the other side, there is the military dock of the French Navy. The military dock of the port of Calais is much smaller than that of the civilian marina. There is only one trest bridge. On the side of the trest bridge, there is only a single deck frigate and a patrol boat with only two masts. The main force of the French Navy has always been in the Mediterranean.

Up, and the Port of Calais is too close to the UK and stands on the high ground on the shore and looks west. If the weather is good, you can even directly see the white cliffs on both sides of the Port of Dover opposite. Calais is only more than 30 kilometers away from the Port of Dover, the British military port of Dover. The French Navy may feel that if the main force is arranged here, it will always make people worry if one day they will be blocked directly in the port by the British Navy. So they never place their main force here. Perhaps for the same consideration, the British never deployed their main force in Dover.

Joseph walked towards the military dock. He walked to the gate that was holding a horse.

"Stop, military restricted area, do not approach!" A sentry with a red nose shouted at him, and then walked towards Joseph with a flintlock rifle with a bayonet.

"I am Joseph Bonaparte, a mathematics teacher at the Paris Officer's School. I was ordered to come and report to Commander Vilford." Joseph said, taking out the letter of introduction and handing it over.

The sentry handed the gun to his left hand, took the introduction letter with his right hand, glanced at the cover, then raised his head and looked at Joseph, and said, "Sir, please wait a moment here."

After saying this, he turned around and walked into the gate with the letter of introduction. After giving a few instructions to another sentry, he took the letter and walked towards a small building over there.

Joseph stood outside the gate and waited. After a while, he saw the sentry coming with a captain.

The captain said to Joseph: "Mr. Bonaparte, I am Captain Cice Villefort, now not in the port, but in the fortress on the hills over there. I can send someone to you."

"Then I'll bother you." Joseph replied.

"Can you ride a horse?" Captain Cice asked again.

"Sure a little," Joseph replied.

"That's good." Cice said. He turned his head and said to the sentry: "Pierre, bring us two horses."

The sentry agreed and left, and Cice started chatting with Joseph.

"There are such a young math teacher in the Paris Officers' School now?" Cice said.

"Mr. Monge was also very young when he was making his mark," Joseph replied.

"Ah, yes, geniuses are like this." Cice said, "Well, I see your name. Are your ancestors Italians?"

"I'm a Corsican," replied Joseph, "I'm half an Italian."

"My grandpa's generation is still Italian. However, our family has been in France for three generations. Well, I don't know how to speak Italian anymore," Cice said. "I heard that the Corsican dialect is very close to Italian?"

"It's indeed very close, and even in a sense, the Corsica dialect should be considered an Italian dialect..."

The two men were talking, and the sentry Pierre was already coming with two horses.

These are two ordinary military horses. The navy only needs horses for commuting and pulling, and does not need war horses for charge.

Cice handed the reins of one of the gray-skinned mares to Joseph and said, "Mr. Bonaparte, follow me, and I will slow down."

Joseph thanked him, then took the reins and turned over the horse. Cice stood aside, as if he was about to help Joseph when necessary. When he saw Joseph simply got on the horse, he nodded, turned over another horse, and then urged the horse and walked in front.

The fortress is actually not far from the military port. In fact, the fortress is on a small high ground dozens of meters high next to the port. Two people drove the horses to trot for only a few minutes before approaching the fortress.

After getting off the horse before the fortress resisted the horse, Cice said a few words to the sentry in front of the fortress, then handed the two horses to the sentry, and then took Joseph into the fortress.

"The sentry recognized Cice for sure. But just because he recognized him, he didn't even ask, and let him take another person into the fortress. The French Navy's discipline enforcement... No wonder he was beaten by the British in various ways." Joseph couldn't help thinking.

Sisse led Joseph along a stone road, bypassed the gun position on the front, and then bypassed a maple forest, and a white two-story building appeared in front of them.

"This is the command of the fortress, and Commander Vilford is here." Cise said to Joseph, and then walked over with Joseph.
Chapter completed!