King's Landing in France

Napoleon returned to the barracks from the Royal Palace.

Although he is married, he continues to live in the barracks like Frost. For this reason, his wife and boss have separated from him angrily.

It is estimated that Napoleon has more than one hat on his head now.

Napoleon also knew that he told his sister Paulina countless times why he didn't meet a wife like Christina who could share the joys and sorrows with him.

Polina mocked her brother unceremoniously: "Maybe it's because of the difference in charm. That's Andy!"

If Paulina used someone else to bury Napoleon, he would definitely be furious, but when she brought Andy out, Napoleon could only admit it in despair.

Now Napoleon returned to his suite in the barracks, and before he entered the house, he was blocked by a group of soldiers.

"General!" the soldiers shouted in unison, "take us to the parliament!"

"How could they do this to Lord Frost!"

"That's right, we didn't fight because they deprived our soldiers of their power in the rear!"

Because An Ning adhered to the system learned from a certain army in a certain era, he had been teaching soldiers to literacy, carrying out education on reminiscing bitterness and thinking about sweetness, and strengthening theoretical study, so their consciousness was very high.

Some soldiers shouted: "We should establish a soldier's committee, military control! The soldier's committee is also democratic!"

"Correct!"

Napoleon waved his hand: "Don't do this, Your Excellency Frost has his own arrangements. You have given the parliament three months to formulate a constitution that satisfies you, and your rights and interests will be guaranteed by then!"

The soldiers were still unwilling to disperse, and shouted something passionately. Napoleon had no choice but to shout: "Quartermaster, send out all the wine for healing, everyone, have a good meal!"

As soon as they heard that there was wine, the soldiers suddenly became less noisy.

Napoleon took the opportunity to continue: "Trust Your Excellency? It is Your Excellency who is sad that you have taken actions without authorization. Even if he is assassinated in Parliament, he is not willing to destroy the Republic! Well, go away and ask your chief secretary for a drink." Drink! Go back to the barracks!"

The soldiers dispersed without further ado.

Napoleon sighed, and said to the staff: "You come in, there are important matters to discuss."

A moment later, Napoleon, his staff officers and officers above the colonel gathered in the map room.

Napoleon: "I ask you to intensify military training, especially the training of disbanding into small teams and dispersing operations in the city. You must also intensify. Also, when you are free, go to survey the streets of Paris and familiarize yourself with the terrain."

The officers looked at each other.

On behalf of everyone, the chief of staff asked, "Should we still fight?"

"Not necessarily. Maybe the new constitution in December will be acceptable to you. But what we have to do is to help you when you decide to take resolute action.

"In addition, you have to be careful not to treat the enemy as a backward army of the kingdom or a mob of rabble during the drill. Our target is likely to be the same French army."

The chief of staff was surprised: "You mean, someone in the general is dissatisfied with your Excellency?"

"I can't say, Bernadotte's loyalty to the Republic is better than his loyalty to His Majesty, and Moreau doesn't see it very well. If Your Excellency wants to be the king of France, then we are likely to go to war with Bernadotte's troops .”

The officers looked at each other, and someone muttered in a low voice: "God, my brother is in Bernadotte's army..."

Napoleon bit his lip, and his expression became ugly: "Fucking in the same room is the worst outcome, the worst. But don't worry too much, things may not necessarily develop to that stage, maybe we won the three-month parliamentary struggle? "

**
After three months of parliamentary struggle, An Ning's head grew bigger.

He hated office politics before time travel, and now parliamentary struggles are ten thousand times more annoying than office politics.

How annoying is it?An Ning, who usually drinks some red wine to pretend to be aggressive, is now actually drinking.

He understood Robespierre more and more, and sometimes he really wanted to send all these insects to the guillotine and finish with a click.

So on November 11th, when Fulton came over excitedly to report to An Ning that his steamship was ready for a sea trial on the Seine, An Ning made the decision without hesitation to hold a big sea trial ceremony.

On November 1794, 11, Parliament was still wrangling over the provisions of the new constitution, and the entire constitution may have only completed one-twentieth of the provisions.

But today there are no crowds in the stands of the parliament to watch the gentlemen argue with each other.

All the people flocked to the Seine.

There's a huge, ugly thing parked by the Seine.He has a boat-like body, but with water wheels beside him, he looks like a carriage floating on the water.

There was a huge black funnel in the middle of the hull, and the deck beside the chimney was covered with black coals.

Parisians have never seen this thing before. Many people start to cross and pray when they see this ugly thing.

An old woman came over with a cross, kissed the cross and then the handrail of the boat, and prayed: "God, please protect Lord Frost from being swallowed by this monster..."

An Ning happened to see this scene, so she stepped forward and said, "Old mother, this is not a monster, this is the key to defeating the Royal Navy in the future!"

The old mother was shocked: "What do you mean? Is this a boat?"

An Ning laughed loudly: "Of course it's a boat, old mother, would you like to come up and experience it with me?"

The old lady shook her head like Pochi.

Forget it, it was indeed too difficult for the elderly to accept such a trendy thing, so An Ning took Christina's arm and got on the ship.

Before he could stand still, Paulina slid up and followed him.

"What is this, and why is there so much black charcoal on the deck?" Paulina asked.

An Ning: "This is coal, the blood of future industry."

Paulina: "Isn't blood liquid?"

"Um, that's the bread of the future industry! Only bread can develop industry, understand?" An Ning gestured, "After the big machine starts to operate, the workers will continue to shovel black bread into that mouth."

Paulina said "Oh".

Christina smiled and said, "You simply regarded her as your daughter."

An Ning looked at Christina's slightly arched stomach, and said with a smile, "Isn't it true that a son or daughter is about to be born? I'll preview it in advance."

After speaking, he nodded to Fulton: "It's time to start."

Fulton Horse Mountain gave the signal, and the band on the shore began to play "The March on England."

This is the tune of the military song of another space-time De Er. It was originally renamed Marching to the Rhine, and now it has played its original role.

Before the start command was issued, the boiler was already heating up. After the start command was issued, the two boiler workers began to desperately add coal to the boiler.

Paulina: "Wow, I'm really trying to eat black things like bread."

An Ning put her hand on the top of Paulina's head and stroked it gently.

A thick puff of smoke spewed out from the chimney of the steamship. Fulton saw that the speed was enough, so he slowly closed the gears of the gearbox.

The water wheels on both sides of the ship began to rotate, driving the ship forward.

Paulina: "It's no use driving so slowly, is it?"

"It's because it's not advanced enough now," An Ning said softly. "One day it will replace all sail warships. That's when the French Navy will challenge the Royal Navy."

The performance of the military band went to the climax right here, and the horn for marching on England was sounded.

An Ning held the pull rope of the boat's whistle, took a deep breath, and pulled it down solemnly.

The sound of sirens resounded across the banks of the Seine.