Even without looking at the military uniform on his body, just by the tall and straight posture of the opponent and the majestic and killing temperament, anyone can instantly guess that this is definitely a soldier among soldiers. Such a person should appear in the royal family.

The Guards Corps is the right one.

He took two steps forward, and instead of bowing to Lawrence, he gave a standard military salute. His words of greeting were also decisive, without any unnecessary words:

"Your Excellency, I am Andre Davout, Captain of the Army Staff."

Lawrence nodded with great satisfaction. He had also met countless officers and soldiers. It was extremely rare to be able to impress him as deeply as Andre Davout at the first meeting.

"I heard that you were going to graduate from the Paris Military Academy this year and go directly to serve in the Royal Cavalry of the Isle of France."

Lawrence did not ask directly about the troop division plan, but greeted casually:

"What made you give up such a good job in Paris and come with me to this remote battlefield in Italy?"

For most French officers, the job of the Royal Cavalry is undoubtedly a good job, with generous remuneration and a bright future. They may not even have to risk their lives to go to the battlefield for the rest of their lives, but only need to stay in the peaceful and prosperous Isle of France to serve the royal family.

Especially a military academy cadet with an excellent background and perfect resume like Andre Davout, there is no doubt that he will be reused and promoted among them.

André Davout seems to be taciturn and inarticulate, but there is no hint of flattery or falsehood in his words:

"My father and brother previously served in the Royal Cavalry, but they were framed by political opponents, convicted of treason, and both were executed. I gave up this position because I was worried about being implicated."

Andre's tone was calm and resolute, as if he was telling someone else's story, but his subconsciously clenched right fist undoubtedly showed that this blood feud related to family honor has been engraved in his bones.

Lawrence's face became more serious. Although Andre Davout came from a long-standing military family, his family was essentially just a small aristocratic family in the countryside of Anox Province. If his father and brother really offended

It is not surprising that Andrei chose to join the Charles Gang at that time, hiding his identity while finding another way.

I am afraid that Andre himself did not realize how correct his decision was at that time. After all, even when the Duke of Choiseul was the Minister of War, he would never dare to show his face to the members of the officer corps directly under the Crown Prince.

Make a killing move.

In addition, Lawrence also knew that for a martial arts family like Davout, honor was even put above life. The young Andre Davout would definitely not accept that his father and brother were slandered as traitors.

was executed.

"I will write to Paris asking about your father and brother."

Lawrence solemnly promised:

"I think the Duke of Orleans will investigate all the ins and outs, and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will also pay personal attention to this matter."

With the friendship between Lawrence and Duke Charles, it is not difficult to ask Duke Charlie to ask his father to investigate the Davout family case. Including His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, this innocent and hateful boy will probably be very concerned about this.

Hearing this, Andre Davout instantly raised his head, and there was obvious emotion on his face as strong as a knife:

"I...! Your Excellency, I am very grateful!"

Andre is just arrogant, but that doesn't mean he's a dull, stupid, incomprehensible person.

With Lawrence's words, Andre knew in his heart that it was only a matter of time before the Davout family's reputation was restored. After all, the so-called powerful man with powerful eyes and hands that his father offended was actually just a minister of state under the Ministry of War.

That's all.

Without the help of His Excellency Bonaparte, Andre Davout himself does not know which year or month it will take for him to have the opportunity to wash away the injustice and shame of his family, and which year and month he will have the opportunity to bring the mastermind behind the scenes to justice.

By law.

Although he did not have the eloquence to express this kindness, Andre Davout still deeply remembered this favor in his heart.

Berthier on the side also nodded slightly when he saw this, secretly sighing that his commander was indeed very clever, and he gained a loyal subordinate with just a little effort.

"There is no need to say thank you. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would never allow his followers to suffer such injustice."

Lawrence waved his hand and then turned the topic back to the original discussion:

"The main reason for inviting you here this time is another question. Andre, since you have proposed a plan to divide the troops to contain the enemy's main force, what do you think should be the ratio of force distribution between the feint attack force and the main force?"

Everyone's eyes were fixed on Andre Davout, although they did not feel that they could hear any inspiration from this young man. After all, not everyone is as young and successful as Sir Laurence Bonaparte.

.

After hearing Lawrence's question, Andre Davout instantly regained his composure from the excitement just now.

He looked around at the crowd and seemed to have been prepared for this question. His voice was loud and brief:

"two hundred."

"two hundred?"

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"Two hundred soldiers."

André Davout added in a sonorous voice:

"If it were under my command, the feint attack force would only need two hundred soldiers."

There was an awkward silence in the command post, as if someone had just told a very vulgar joke.

Even Lawrence did not expect such a whimsical answer, and looked at André Davout in surprise.

"What a nonsense!"

A senior Wehrmacht officer who spoke French yelled out unbearably. He could not tolerate this French boy in his early twenties continuing to talk nonsense here:

"Two hundred soldiers? The Sardinian army that came to intercept and block the attack is conservatively estimated to be four regiments in size. Your two hundred soldiers are not even enough to fill someone's teeth!"

These veterans of the Wehrmacht had complained repeatedly about the sudden establishment of the Army Staff and the airborne members of the Privy Knights. After all, many of them had served in this force since the establishment of the Wehrmacht, but now there is a group of

Young boys who had never even been on the battlefield came to share decision-making and command power with them.

However, due to the prestige of Prime Minister Bonaparte, the senior officials of the National Defense Forces also obediently accepted the participation of members of the Privy Knights in the Corsican Army.

But after hearing Andre Davout's nonsense today, not to mention the Wehrmacht officers, even the members of the Knights in the Army Staff looked at each other, not knowing what this colleague was talking about.

"You only want two hundred people?" Lawrence didn't get angry, but confirmed with interest:

"You yourself also estimated when you proposed the plan that the Sardinian Army will send eight to ten thousand people to block the attack in Liguria, and the remaining troops will be used to maneuver or defend Turin."

"As long as there are two hundred loyal, brave and obedient soldiers, plus a large amount of baggage and supplies, I am sure to contain the enemy in Liguria."

Andre Davout nodded without hesitation. There was no hint of timidity in his words, even in the face of the suspicion of the entire command post:

"If there is anything else I need, it is only one thing - your trust."

"A lot of baggage and supplies...this is easy to handle."

Lawrence gently rubbed his chin and looked at André Davout, who stood like an iron man, unhurriedly, as if he had guessed what the opponent's plan was.

The Kingdom of France was already responsible for all the logistical needs of the Corsican Army during the war, and not far to the west of Valdolidore was the French province of Provence. Supply lines, both land and sea, were easily accessible. Andre Davout

This request is not difficult for Lawrence.

"Monsieur Bonaparte! Please do not tell me that you are considering this ridiculous proposal."

The furious Wehrmacht officer just now spoke again:

"Once the Kingdom of Sardinia invades Liguria and discovers our plan, the main force deep into the Po River Plain will be in danger of being attacked from two sides, and there may be a risk of the entire army being annihilated!"

His speech immediately won a response from the command post. Even many members of the Army Staff joined the opposition. The loss of two hundred soldiers was small. If it ruined the entire situation, no one could bear it.

consequences.

In the midst of this attacking wave, even the extremely determined Andre Davout could not help but feel a little shaken and lowered his head slightly.

"enough."

Lawrence's voice was very soft, but it immediately silenced the chaotic temporary command post. He then looked at Andre Davout with a solemn expression:

"You just said that the last thing you need is my trust. Out of respect for the surname Davout, I will give you all my trust."

"Monsieur Bonaparte!"

"Your Majesty Prime Minister!"

"Absolutely not!"

The other officers in the command post couldn't sit still at all, and many of them even screamed out in surprise.

But the trace of displeasure and determination on Lawrence's face instantly made these objections completely disappear:

"This is my final order. I will promote Army Staff Captain Andre Davout to Major Battalion Commander, with full authority to command the 4th Battalion of the 1st Chasseur Regiment of the National Defense Force. The rest of the troops will rest in place for three hours, and then launch a forced march to Genoa City.

"Andre, do you accept this appointment?"

Upon hearing this order, all the Wehrmacht officers present were extremely shocked.

This is not just because Prime Minister Bonaparte assigned an extra battalion of troops to this French boy.

This is especially because the 4th Battalion of the 1st Chasseur Regiment was the 4th Battalion of the Northern Army of the Former Wehrmacht. It was the unit commanded by Prime Minister Bonaparte when he was the major battalion commander. This unit can be said to be Prime Minister Bonaparte’s most important force in the army.

The direct line within the direct line.

No one could have imagined in advance that Prime Minister Bonaparte would give such deep trust to Andre Davout.

Andre Davout, who was as resolute and powerful as an iron man, had quietly moistened the corners of his eyes at this moment. With a plop, this iron-like strong man knelt down on one knee wholeheartedly:

"My subordinates would rather die than betray His Excellency Bonaparte's trust!"

As the saying goes, a scholar will die for a confidant.

For a professional soldier like Andre Davout, to be able to meet such a superior who placed unlimited trust in him, he had already made the most sincere oath in his heart at this moment:
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