Indeed, in the heart of this young man who has just returned from the United States, there is a reason that makes him brave enough to come to the battlefield, and a most important reason, that is, the warm and abundant feelings of young people. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

When he first returned to Europe, he came to England with his grandmother, who was a relative of the then living Duke of Wellington, and they wanted to try their luck there with the duke's help and get a chance to return to France.

And they waited for such an opportunity, and it was then that the newly rebuilt empire decided to reconcile with the British, and his cousin, His Majesty the Emperor Napoleon III, sent his most trusted minister, Monsieur de Treville, to visit Britain for the World's Fair of that year, and it was on that occasion that he accepted the Duke's invitation to visit the Duke's castle.

It was there that he and his grandmother met the gentleman, and after some haggling, the young but powerful man finally decided to accept their request and find a way to give young Jérôme a chance to return home.

Then, he really fulfilled his promise, and after returning home, he obtained a permission for Jérôme to return to China, which also shows the great influence he had on Emperor Bonaparte.

In the short encounter, the great man earned his respect for his demeanor and intelligence, and he was very grateful for his help, but there was one person in England who he remembered even more.

It was Mademoiselle de Treville, the minister's own sister.

There he met each other, and although he had only met a few times, he was immediately hooked.

In his opinion, this young lady has an astonishing beauty and wisdom and demeanor on a par with her brother, and it is rare that she has a gentle and humble character, without the arrogance of the eldest lady of a noble family, and there is hardly any unpleasant conversation, and what is even more surprising and admirable is that she also has outstanding artistic talent, and the level of painting is extremely high.

Her superiority almost matched all the wonderful fantasies of a young man who had grown up in the middle of nowhere, and who thought he could not find a better woman in the world, so he fell in love almost without resistance.

However, it is a pity that his love is only one-sided, and he doesn't even have much courage to show his attitude to the other party.

He knew that although he had no Bonaparte surname, he had no title, no fame, and no worthy of the wealth and status of the Tréville family, and therefore no right to show his affection to the other party.

But after a period of silence, one day he could not bear it any longer, and while Monsieur Tréville was celebrating his sister's birthday, he finally found an opportunity to come to the young lady and pluck up the courage to express his love to her.

And not to his surprise, he was rejected outright, and the young lady was not even willing to give the slightest hint of hope like the women in the social arena, in order to treat others as captives of his charm, but that was what he liked most about her.

Such a real and solemn refusal did not extinguish his enthusiasm, but made him more combative, and finally under his unremitting questioning, the young lady finally said what she loved.

"I ...... I like heroes, I like people who are different, people who want to be more than ordinary people......"

This answer was so much like her proper style, that she had no desire for money and fame, and only wanted a hero to keep her company, so much so that after hearing this answer, Jérôme Bonaparte loved her even more.

Almost without hesitation, he applied to her brother to join the war, and although the Minister of Tréville was so disgusted and annoyed by his courtship that he would never agree to his request, the Minister finally agreed to his request to go to the front once the war broke out.

In this way, the young man's passion and desire are fused with love, and he gets a golden sublimation, and he even feels that the meaning of this life has been shown here.

He was going to work hard in this war, to prove his bravery, to prove that he was worthy to stand in front of her.

What made him even more touched was that after the outbreak of the war, Miss Tréville actually applied to go to the front line as a medical worker to take care of the wounded and sick, and she also raised money to recruit doctors and paramedics to open hospitals on the front line in the field to reduce the casualties of the soldiers.

From the moment she learned of this, Jérôme Bonaparte was once again convinced that there would be no other man in the world more merciful than her, with an incomparable beauty in heart and outward, as if a goddess had come to earth.

In the eyes of the young Jérôme Bonaparte, she was the only woman in the world, and she was indeed entitled to hope that a groundbreaking hero would be a companion to him.

He may not be able to become a hero, but he can try to walk on the road to becoming a hero, and use his ambition, his own enthusiasm and his own courage and sincerity to move the goddess in his heart. After all, isn't she just watching from behind?

For this young man, the mere thought of her watching him from the rear was enough to endure all the hardships, fatigues, and sacrifices of the battlefield, and it was all so hopeful, that the battlefield was no longer a bloody hell of horror, but a rose-colored paradise.

Looking at the wilderness in the distance, Jérôme Bonaparte was immersed in his own reverie, which was so healed by his anger that he could not even listen to the words of his companions.

"Hey, boy!" Lieutenant Lisel-Emil couldn't help but pull him hard, "What are you thinking?" ”

"Ah...... I'm sorry......" Jérôme was pulled back into the real world and looked away in a humble way, "I just ...... I just remembered something in the country. ”

"Seeing that you are so blushing and embarrassed, are you thinking of women?" The lieutenant couldn't help but laugh, "Okay, we have such a good relationship, you haven't said who your lover is!" This is not good, it does not look like a cavalryman at all, did I tell you my mistress? Tell me too, don't be so uninteresting! ”

"I don't have a lover...... "Jérôme Bonaparte was a little embarrassed at first, but soon sighed again, "she doesn't look down on me." ”

"Can't look down on you? Why? The lieutenant was puzzled, "You are a member of the Bonaparte family, and you are so upright and excellent, even the Duchess is worthy of it, right?" If she doesn't like you, it's definitely not her own! Or maybe you're not enough of a cavalryman! You should go on the offensive and take this fortress down! ”

"Don't say that, I...... I really don't deserve her. Jérôme Bonaparte became more and more depressed, "at least for now, I can only think about it in my heart." ”

"All women in the world are the same, it's just a matter of whether you can knock on their hearts." The lieutenant looked disapproving, "The more you raise others, the less they will look at you." As a cavalryman, it's clear that the girls are infatuated with us, but you can't embarrass everyone! Besides, I don't believe there is a woman in the world that you don't deserve, unless it's Miss Treville, but how many of her are there? Don't think about it so much, friend......"

That's her, Jérôme Bonaparte smiled bitterly.

However, he was also secretly a little happy in his heart, and his comrade-in-arms said this, which showed that he did have a very good impression of her in his heart, which undoubtedly indirectly proved his own vision.

"Alright, man, let's stop talking about that." He patted the other man on the shoulder magnanimously, "Let's go quickly, it's important to carry out the mission." ”

Fran's hard work was not in vain, she took the risk to come to the Crimea, worked tirelessly with the front-line personnel to care for the sick and wounded, never complained about her treatment, but sympathized with the suffering and wounded officers and soldiers.

Through her own efforts, at least her first purpose was achieved, she did establish a very good reputation among the coalition forces, not only French soldiers, but also British soldiers praised her, thinking that she had both beauty and heart that others could not match, so that the Times reporters who accompanied the army were full of reverence and respect, and wrote several articles for her, and made her almost an idol in the minds of many, even a frivolous soldier like Lieutenant Lisel Emil, There is also a lot of respect when mentioning her.

However, she is not complacent, and at the end of the day, she doesn't care much about what others think of her. So she still insisted on taking care of the wounded according to her original enthusiasm, which invisibly made others more respectful, and felt that she was not the kind of frivolous person who sold her reputation.

Just as the cavalry were still chatting and dispelling the emotions that had arisen from the skirmish with the infantrymen, there were suddenly sporadic gunfire in the distance.

The gunfire was not intense, but it alarmed the cavalrymen, who immediately reined in their horses' heads and drove in the direction from which the shots came.

Originally, cuirassiers could be regarded as heavy cavalry, compared to hussars and other lightly equipped cavalry, their speed of action was much slower, but because a large number of light cavalry under the coalition army system had recently been transferred to the front line to cover the flanks and harass and other combat missions, coupled with the epidemic caused many war horses and cavalry to lose combat effectiveness, so these heavy cavalry had to be temporarily transferred to carry out the task of reconnaissance and maintaining order in the occupied area.

Although these self-proclaimed Guards cavalrymen did not take this kind of task very seriously, since they were soldiers, they had to obey orders, so they had to carry out their tasks faithfully, and rushed to check on the situation as soon as they heard the gunshots.

Soon, they came to the place where the gunfire started.

However, contrary to their fears, there was no small Russian army infiltrating the attack, but a group of British soldiers in dazzling red uniforms. They weren't shooting at the enemy, but were weaving through a small church.

It was an Orthodox church, and it was no longer a religious facility, but a noisy place, full of red-clad soldiers, who, like the French soldiers who had just sacked the village, were looting the place.

Many were looting around the altars, sweeping away the gold and silver sacrificial vessels and putting them in their pockets; Others simply tore off the curtains everywhere and pried off the gold rim of the furniture with bayonets; Some people didn't even spare wooden tables and chairs, and they used various tools to dismember them into quick pieces, ready to be used as fuel.

Under their efficient ransacking, the entire church was soon reduced to a ruin, like a farmland that had just been swept away by a swarm of locusts.

The priest, who had been begging beside him, was beaten to the ground with the butt of his rifle by an impatient soldier, causing the monks and priests to cry, apparently not expecting that they would be treated like this in a holy place like a church. Their cries did not move anyone, but caused a burst of laughter, and some even deliberately shot themselves in front of them in order to scare them into making amusement.

The merciless behaviour of these British officers and soldiers made Jérôme Bonaparte, who was already a little angry, even more angry, and he was ready to rush over again to protest to the commanders of the opposing team, but this time he was stopped by his friend Lieutenant Lissell-Emiler before he could act.

"Listen, friend, don't do anything stupid!" He shouted in Jérôme's ear, "If you quarrel with your own people, someone can help you settle it, but if you quarrel with the British, then you will be in big trouble, don't make trouble for everyone!" ”

"But...... That's not right! We are here to fight, not to rob, not to carry out senseless killings and atrocities! That would tarnish the honor of all of us! Jérôme Bonaparte said as he struggled hard.

"Come on, what an honor." Lieutenant Lisser-Emiler sneered, "Who will fight without robbery?" Can honor be eaten as a meal? Come to this kind of ghost place, you have suffered so much, you don't let the soldiers vent, who will still fight with you! ”

"Is this the words of a French soldier?" Jérôme Bonaparte looked at each other with wide eyes, "We are soldiers of the Reich!" ”

"No matter what, we're all just soldiers, and we can't manage so many things." Lieutenant Lissell-Emiler didn't want to say more, so he forcibly grabbed the reins of him and pulled the horse under his seat back, "Okay, don't say it, since there is no danger here, then let's not stay here, let's go!" ”

"I ...... I'll reflect these things to the above...... That's not right! We can't do that! Jérôme still didn't take it.

"Okay, let's go back and talk about it." Lieutenant Emil shrugged.

He knew in his heart that reality would slowly educate this kid surnamed Bonaparte.

Moreover, he didn't hate this person at all.

"Your bravery and integrity, I admire, friend, that's why I love being with you. But this thing ...... It's too extravagant, none of us can change anything, remember, we're at war! ”