"Shadis, there is no need to blame yourself." An old officer patted Lieutenant Colonel Shadis on the shoulder happily and said with a wry smile:

"We all see your efforts. Maybe this is the fate of us people. You should go back to the military academy as soon as possible, so as not to delay your career."

Lieutenant Colonel Shadis bit his lip tightly, reluctantly picked up the flask and took a sip of whiskey, gritted his teeth and said:

"What possible changes could there be?"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The old officer shook his head slowly and smiled bitterly: "Then we have to hope for a miracle."

Lieutenant Colonel Shadis drank his wine and said nothing more. The others also remained silent, and the atmosphere quickly became deserted.

Suddenly, a series of impatient footsteps came from outside.

I saw a retired military officer suddenly burst open the door of the tea room. He held a copy of this morning's morning newspaper in his hand as if he had found a treasure, and shouted ecstatically:

"Everyone, there is good news, two pieces of good news! It's about the land!"

As he spoke, he rushed forward happily, spread the newspaper in his hand on the table, and turned to the third page. After a brief daze, the other officers immediately came around and crowded around the newspaper.

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The retired military officer read aloud from a report in the corner:

“On the night of the 24th, Count Isaac, the chief executive of the town of Torcy, and his eldest son Gur Alexei kidnapped and injured a cadet of the Paris Military Academy out of personal grudges.

That evening, several Paris Military Academy cadets, led by a military cadet named Charles Bornaba, came to the territory of the Isaac family for communication and negotiation.

After full communication, Count Isaac was extremely shocked by his eldest son's crime, and immediately released the injured military cadets and reached a compensation settlement with them.

In the early morning of the 25th, Count Isaac took the initiative to deliver his eldest son to the Trial Court of Torsi Town for trial, and submitted his resignation to the Minister of Administration on the grounds of educational failure, saying that he could no longer serve as the mayor of Torsi Town.

The Chief Executive will lead the family to leave Paris as soon as possible and settle in the countryside of Dauphine.

The Paris Military Academy has not yet made any response to this matter. The Minister of Administration has accepted Count Isaac's resignation, and the handover of administrative work is in progress.

Commentators in this newspaper said that Count Isaac’s selfless character is generally lacking among French aristocrats today. Under such circumstances, more aristocrats will only harbor evil and collude with others. If all of our administrative systems are

With a responsible person like Count Isaac, France will definitely become a formidable country."

After reading the news aloud, all the officers almost didn't react.

Count Isaac, who was in tit-for-tat with the Invalides a few days ago, actually chose to resign over such a trivial matter?

Lieutenant Colonel Shadis stared blankly at the familiar name in the newspaper, Charles Bornaba, another boy? After some communication and negotiation with Count Isaac, he asked the other party to resign and get out.

?!

Suddenly, Lieutenant Colonel Shadis felt a confusion in his mind. If he remembered correctly, Charles beat up Count Isaac's son on the first day of school. How could he communicate and negotiate with Count Isaac?

The officer coughed twice and saw the doubts on everyone's faces, so he whispered:

"I heard from the old department of the police force that the night before yesterday was not a peaceful negotiation at all. A lot of blood was shed in Moon Lake Manor... But the strange thing is that Earl Isaac did not mention this force at all.

Conflict, and even want to take the initiative to downplay the conflict..."

Everyone looked at each other in confusion, and finally turned their attention to Lieutenant Colonel Shadis. After all, the protagonist on the other side of the matter was a cadet from the Paris Military Academy.

But Lieutenant Colonel Shadis just shook his head in confusion. He had not been in the military academy in the past few days, not to mention that he himself was completely unclear about Charles Bornaba.

After thinking hard, the officers could not come to any reliable conclusion, so they had to put this mystery aside for now.

"Anyway, it's really good news that came out of the blue." An officer patted his chest and said with a smile:

"The land agenda will be postponed for at least more than a month."

If it weren't for Charles Bornaparte, they would have to pack up and leave today.

Another officer pointed at the name in the newspaper and suggested movingly:

"Yes, Charles Bornaba, we old men are really indebted to this young man this time. The White Shirts owe him a big favor, and we must pay him back."

Everyone also agreed with this proposal. After all, the White Shirts relied on human ties to maintain their influence, and they knew very well that the debt of favor must be repaid as soon as possible.

However, considering that the White Shirts are now a group of old men with no money, no power, and no influence, no one can offer any material rewards.

So after discussion, a group of officers decided to let Lieutenant Colonel Shadis return to the military academy to express gratitude to the brave cadet on behalf of the white-shirted army, and solemnly promised to lend a helping hand to the other party when he was in trouble.

The atmosphere in the tea room finally warmed up a bit after receiving this news, and was no longer as sighing and lifeless as before.

However, there is still not much joy on the faces of the officers, because they know very well that even if they delay for more than a month, it is just a last resort. The next chief executive will still covet the Invalides with the support of the Ministry of Finance.

soil of.

Seeing that everyone was still looking sad, the officer who had just entered suddenly laughed loudly and turned the newspaper in his hand to another page:

"Hahaha, don't sigh, everyone, there is another piece of great news, look here..."

The officers were startled again, and hurriedly looked in the direction of his finger, and chanted in unison:

"Yesterday morning, His Excellency Laurence Bonaparte, Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Corsica and First Chamberlain to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, published an article publicly.

In the article, His Excellency Bonaparte mentioned that he had noticed the recent attempts by the French Ministry of Finance to reduce the expenditure of the Les Invalides in Paris, and expressed doubts and confusion about this behavior.

His Excellency Bonaparte's original words were: The French Ministry of Finance is really strange. They have the money to keep five thousand tea ladies and twelve thousand secretaries idle all day, and they have the money to build a three-story building for their department every year.

A marble office building, but no money for the 4,800 soldiers who shed their blood for the country to spend the rest of their lives in peace.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As a general, His Excellency Bonaparte felt intolerable for the miserable situation of the soldiers, and shouted to the Ministry of Finance: If expenditures must be cut,

, please cut my salary first before spending on the Invalides.

According to an unconfirmed news, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince privately agreed with His Excellency Bonaparte's remarks and echoed that if the Ministry of Finance wants to reduce the expenditure of Les Invalides, it is better to deduct the royal family's expenditure budget first.

Yesterday afternoon, the Finance Minister was seen setting off from Versailles and anxiously heading to the Tuileries Palace and the Corsican Embassy, ​​but it seemed that he did not see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince or His Excellency Bonaparte himself.

Subsequently, the Ministry of Finance responded urgently that they had not issued any policy document to reduce the expenditure of the Invalides, and emphasized that the Paris Invalides will continue to provide support services for veterans in accordance with the order of the late King.

At the same time, the Ministry of Finance has also made a commitment to gradually expand the scale of the Invalides to provide a home for more meritorious soldiers."

If the first report brought shock to everyone, then this one brought outright ecstasy.

After a short delay, the entire tea room burst into thunderous cheers, as if these nearly 70-year-old veterans had returned to the night they won their first battle.

Even Lieutenant Colonel Shadis, who had always been serious about his words, was stunned in his seat and couldn't help but giggle.

Laurence Bonaparte, that Corsican and personal attendant to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, took the initiative to intervene in this dispute and unexpectedly took the side of Les Invalides.

The Ministry of Finance obviously did not want to offend His Excellency Bonaparte or even His Royal Highness the Crown Prince over such a trivial matter, so it immediately chose to reverse course. Not only did it state that it would not cut funding, but it also promised to gradually increase the size of the Invalides.

It's totally a great thing.

Even though they had read it once, everyone still did not disperse from the newspaper. Instead, they huddled together and greedily read the few lines of black and white words over and over again, as if they were tasting some fine wine.

Especially the original text of His Excellency Bonaparte quoted in the report: "Before cutting the expenses of the Invalides, please cut my salary first." This group of old officers even praised them and nodded repeatedly. Unexpectedly, one of them came from the science and technology department.

Foreigners in Xijia can also have a close relationship with themselves.

If Charles Bonaparte helped them solve their urgent needs, then Lawrence Bonaparte completely eradicated their worries. These veterans who could not lift their hands or shoulders finally no longer had to sleep all night, tossing and turning.

I worry about where I will go in the future.

Just over an hour later, these two pieces of news spread throughout the Invalides.

The white-shirted soldiers were all in high spirits and beaming. Almost everyone had the names of Charles Bonaparte and Lawrence Bonaparte on their lips, and they did not hesitate to praise these two saviors of Les Invalides.

word.

At the same time, the top brass of the White Shirt Army, including Lieutenant Colonel Shadis, immediately gathered together and began to discuss how to repay His Excellency Bonaparte's kindness.

Of course, there are not many choices left for the poor white-shirted soldiers, especially for top figures like Laurence Bonaparte.

The white-shirted soldiers had no choice but to offer their highest etiquette standards with an uneasy mood:

The senior officials voted unanimously to award Laurence Bonaparte the title of Commander of the Legion of Honor.
Chapter completed!