Flowers, Swords and France

"Are you surprised? I really came to the front..." Jérôme Bonaparte whispered with heartfelt excitement. "Thank God I finally get to see you again."

"Yes, I'm a little surprised that it happened so quickly." Fran blurted out as she was still immersed in the surprise of suddenly seeing her old friend.

Then, she suddenly thought of something, and her eyes widened suddenly, "You...you didn't come here because of my words, did you?"

"Part of it is because of you." Jérôme Bonaparte replied with full sincerity, "You said you like heroes. I think... the only way I can become a hero is to come to Fighting on the front line, I hope that I can get what I want with my bravery. But even if God does not favor me and I cannot become a hero in the end, at least I can show you that I am not a coward, Miss Treville. "

"Oh my god." Fran sighed in a low voice, feeling even more depressed all of a sudden.

She turned her gaze to look at the other person.

After feeling her gaze, Jérôme, who was riding on the horse, straightened his waist even more, and looked as if he had tightened up. His military uniform was also very neat, with the copper buttons on his chest shining brightly, fully displaying the prowess of the cavalry. .

I have to admit that this is a handsome and energetic young man, full of enthusiasm and action.

But unlike Jérôme's expectation, instead of being happy for his action, the other party sighed heavily.

"I'm sorry... I made a mistake." Fran said something that stunned him, "If you came to this place because of me, I'm really sorry. You'd better hurry up before it's too late. Go back..."

"You...what do you mean?" Jérôme looked at the other party with wide eyes, not expecting that he would get such a reply.

"I have seen too many deaths during this period, which is scary and tiring." Fran lowered her gaze, seemingly in pain, "I don't want to see an innocent young man die because of me. This It will make me feel very uncomfortable. Really, listen to my advice, Jérôme... In your capacity, if you really want to go back, you can do it, right? Risking your own life.”

Jerome Bonaparte looked at the other party blankly. This was the first time that she called him by his first name. It would have been a very happy thing for him, but at this time he was not happy at all.

"I...I can't retreat. If I still leave after we're already here, I will become a joke for the rest of my life and be called a coward. What's more, my comrades are all here, how can I leave them behind?" They? So, even if this is your request, please forgive me for not agreeing." After a moment, he said. He replied solemnly and firmly, "Also, please don't be too apologetic. Your words are just one of the reasons that prompted me to do this. I have other important reasons, such as my bloodline - I can't be in our family and my family." The Bonapartes cannot be cowards by standing idly by while other countries go to war.”

But His Majesty the Emperor has not recognized you as a member of his family?

Fran smiled bitterly, but ultimately did not say these heartbreaking words.

She knew that young people would always rather die than be treated as a coward, so no matter how she tried to persuade him, it was probably impossible for the other party to leave. In that case, there was no need to hurt his heart again.

"Well, if you wholeheartedly want to serve the country, this is your freedom, and I respect your idea." After another moment of silence, Fran nodded, "However, as a friend, I still want to advise you, Stay away from danger as much as possible and protect yourself, you only have one life and you shouldn’t waste it at this age.”

"As a friend! Oh my God, this is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard in my life!" Jérôme Bonaparte became excited again and looked at Fran with excitement and admiration. "You are so thoughtful. Okay, thank you, I will take your words to heart.”

"It's best if you can listen to it, but I don't have much hope in this. If you are like you, I'm afraid you will forget everything as soon as you hear the Charge." Fran still smiled bitterly.

The cool breeze was still blowing around, getting in through the gaps in her clothes, making her feel a little chilly all over. Riding a horse for so long also made her feel a little tired, so Fran decided to go back to the carriage to rest, so she Live horse head.

"Sorry, I'm a little tired and I plan to take a rest. Let's talk again when we have the opportunity."

"Well, you can rest. You must be exhausted after being so busy recently." Jerome nodded immediately, "I can't talk to you all the time. After all, I also have a mission. But don't worry, We will protect you along the way and never let you encounter any danger.”

Fran nodded, then turned over and prepared to dismount, while Jérôme also rode closer and helped her.

Just when Fran was about to turn around and walk back after landing on the ground, Jérôme bent down and spoke quickly into her ear.

"I... I just want to tell you that I love you more purely than before... Your heart, your talent, make me fascinated. Really, you are the only person in the world who is worthy of my infatuation. I...I don't dare to hope that I can get what I want, but even if I can protect you from afar as a knight, I will have no regrets in this life. If I really have the chance to get that kind of happiness, I will. I swear...I swear, I will give everything I have to repay..."

"Please stop talking!" Fran interrupted him.

Under Jerome's stunned and painful gaze, Fran looked up at him almost sternly, "I came here to help those poor young people escape death, not to fall in love with anyone. ! Please stop taking up my precious time with such words, you should just focus on saving your own life!”

"Your kind heart... will only make me admire you more." Jerome mustered up his last courage and replied loudly, "I... I really don't have any ill intentions towards you, I just want to express my passion to you. Here you go!”

Fran couldn't help but close her eyes, because she found that no matter what she said to this person, it seemed that it was just useless.

People who fall into infatuation are really scary.

But, am I not the same person?

Maybe I'm scarier, she smiled bitterly in her heart.

When she thought of this, her original anger gradually disappeared, and only fatigue remained.

"Sir, let's see you again... No, I think it's better that we never see each other again, because if we see you, it means you are injured and you are not far from death. I don't want to see this happen to me now. ." After leaving these words, she went straight back to the convoy, and then jumped into the caravan loaded with nurses.

Although her back was turned to the other party, she could still feel the other party's passionate gaze on her body along the way, like a thorn in her back, which made her feel very uncomfortable.

He won't do anything stupid, right? Fran couldn't help but pass this thought.

The moment she stepped onto the carriage, she couldn't help but touch the pocket in her arms, caressing the pearls inlaid on the gun handle, and feeling the smooth texture of the wooden gun handle.

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This was a gift from her brother, and after coming to Crimea, she kept this gift with her as a self-defense tool.

This pistol is exquisitely made and inlaid with pearls. It is a rare handicraft. Of course, even so, a weapon is still a weapon and can take away a person's life.

She once used this weapon to shoot a young man mercilessly and sent him on a ship to America. She still has no idea about that person's current whereabouts or condition, and she doesn't want to know, even though he has such a special identity.

But this time, she can still use this weapon to defend herself and the future of the two brothers and sisters.

Yes, in addition to the pistol, she has countless ways to keep this person in the wilderness of the Crimean Peninsula forever without leaving a trace, and no one will doubt her. Because she was so respected by the soldiers at this time, even if she made up a random story, people would not doubt her, and she was extremely confident in this.

So, Jerome, for your own sake, please don't do stupid things, otherwise I really won't forgive you next time. She whispered in her mind.

After a day's march, in the evening, a huge convoy containing military and hospital supplies arrived near the port of Balaclava.

In this wilderness, hills and some small highlands intersect with each other, making the terrain somewhat rugged. The hills stretch from the northwest and southeast, forming a small mountain range. And it connects the mountains of Grakleea to the mountains of the south coast, forming a barrier cutting through Balaclava and other places.

On the highlands around Balaclava, the British troops who have been stationed here for a long time have built a large number of fortifications, with multi-faceted bastions piled on the main hubs. Although these multi-faceted forts were improvised, they were still able to control large areas of the surrounding valleys.

These multi-faceted forts cover the roads leading to the port and the upper reaches of the Black River. Under the trenches extending under the multi-faceted forts, a large number of soldiers are waiting for the enemy to come. Obviously, as long as the positions composed of these fortifications exist, The Russian army had no way to break through to the Balaklava port and destroy the British army's main supply base at this time.

The arrival of this reinforcement force was quickly welcomed by the British officers and soldiers, and as the commander of the French reinforcement force, Colonel Lucien Lefrier was received by the British commander-in-chief, Marshal Raglan.

"Lucien, I'm glad to see you again." As soon as he saw Lucien, Marshal Raglan stretched out his only remaining arm and held Lucien's hand. "I'm glad that Victor brought you It gave me a little more confidence.”

Since the last battle, Lucien has become famous among the coalition forces. His bravery and resourcefulness have been recognized by the officers and soldiers of both countries, so Marshal Raglan also knows him.

"As soon as I heard the news you sent, Marshal Treville ordered us to stop other operations and focus on supporting your side." Lucien also held the marshal's hand tightly and reported to him seriously, " We are just the vanguard, and the marshal himself will lead other reinforcements to follow, and we will work with you here to defeat the Russian offensive. "

"It's just our defeated generals. There's no need to be so nervous at all! Their offensive is poorly organized and won't pose much of a threat to us." Marshal Raglan laughed, "Don't worry. I think the existing troops are enough. Victor is just here as a spectator. He can't take away the honor of the British. "

"Your confidence makes me look forward to our victory even more." Lucien smiled and complimented the other party, "However, I think we must proceed with caution..."

"Okay, stop talking, let's go to the forward position together, our Russian friends are almost here." Marshal Raglan waved his hand nonchalantly, "I hope they will attack us again and again, so that they can It will exhaust our already depleted strength. The retreating Russians are ten times more terrifying than the attacking Russians. God bless us, we don’t have to chase them all the way.”