Make France Great Again

On Sunday, May 7, the War Department, which had been busy since the beginning of the year, had a rare day off.

As the logistics director, Major General Niel could finally go to the Paris Opera House with his wife comfortably and enjoy a short vacation.

Just when Major General Niel took off his military uniform and put on civilian clothes and was about to leave for the Opera House with his wife, there was a knock on the door.

"My dear, go and open the door!" Major General Niel in the bedroom shouted to the lady in the living room.

"Okay!" Madam responded quickly and went to open the door.

Not long after, the bedroom door opened and Madam appeared in front of Major General Niel.

"What's wrong?" Major General Niel asked, who was tightening the buttons on his suit.

"The President's envoy is standing outside the door!" Madame replied to Niel.

"What! Presidential envoy!" Seeing this, Niel quickly buttoned the last button and ran to the living room.

A soldier wearing a green dragoon uniform held an invitation in his hands and said to Major General Niel: "Major General Niel, this is what the president asked me to give you! Please subordinate me!"

"Thank you very much!" Niel quickly took the invitation and expressed his gratitude to the dragoon.

"If nothing happens, I'll leave! I wish you and your wife a perfect holiday!"

After that, the dragoon responsible for delivering the invitation turned and left.

After Niel watched the dragoons leave, he opened the invitation.

The content of the invitation was that the president hoped that he could come to the Bois de Boulogne tomorrow, and that he would send a carriage to pick up Major General Nibière in person. In addition, the invitation also said that the president had a "little gift" for the army. .

"What's wrong?" Madam came to Major General Niel and asked Major General Niel curiously.

"No...nothing!" Major General Niel put away the invitation and said to Jérôme Bonaparte with a smile.

"Then let's go!" The lady, who did not want to interfere with her husband's work, said holding Niel's arm.

Niel and his wife spent an unforgettable Sunday.

At nine-thirty the next morning, a carriage pulled up outside Niel's apartment.

"The carriage is coming!" The lady in the mansion saw the carriage outside the mansion through the glass window of the living room, pointed at the carriage and said to Niel in the bedroom.

"I know!" Major General Niel's voice came from the bedroom.

About half a minute passed. Major General Niel, who had changed into a sky blue military uniform, appeared in the living room from the bedroom. He kissed his wife affectionately and said, "I'm leaving!"

Madam also nodded as the Major-General looked at Nibby affectionately.

Major General Niel walked out of the mansion and got into the carriage prepared for him by Jérôme Bonaparte.

The carriage carried Niel towards the southwest and continued on after passing the Arc de Triomphe. After driving for about half an hour, the carriage arrived at the outskirts of the Bois de Boulogne and stopped at the outskirts of the Bois de Boulogne. Come down.

Just when Major General Niel was about to ask why the carriage had stopped, the coachman's voice came into the carriage from outside the carriage: "Major General Niel, we are here!"

Niel quickly opened the car door and looked forward. All he could see was a small wooden house and a few carriages. Surrounding the wooden house was a group of soldiers guarding the wooden house.

"Where is the president?" Major General Niel asked.

The coachman pointed to the wooden house not far away and responded to Major General Niel: "The president stays there!"

Major General Niel hurriedly got off the car and walked to the cabin alone. Because Niel set out very late, and the distance from his car to the Bois de Boulogne was very long, so Niel set out at 9:30 at 10 o'clock. It took a moment to arrive.

It was the hottest time of the day at this time, and the sun that was close to noon was shining brightly on the earth. Even if we were at the edge of the forest where a cool breeze came from the leaves from deep in the Boulogne forest from time to time, it still seemed extraordinarily hot. .

Fortunately, Major General Niel did not suffer the ravages of the sun for long, and he quickly arrived at the cabin.

After accepting the salute of the soldiers defending the cabin, Niel gently pushed open the door of the cabin. He saw many colleagues from the Ministry of War, including Minister of War Regno, Secretary of State Saint-Arnaud, and Major General Rendell (who was last promoted to Major General) and some colleagues from other departments.

"Nière, you're here!" Saint-Arnaud, the secretary of state in the wooden house, hurried forward to say hello after seeing Niél.

"Mr. Saint-Arnault!" Niel said respectfully to Saint-Arnault, and then turned his attention to the Minister of War Regno: "Your Excellency the Minister!"

"Yes!" Minister Renault nodded to Niel, stretched out his hand to invite Niel and said: "Sit down!"

Niel hurriedly sat down and waited for Jérôme Bonaparte's arrival.

Niel and others did not wait long before Jérôme Bonaparte appeared.

At the same time, a man who was unknown to all the officers of the Ministry of War present followed Jerome Bonaparte.

[Although Migne was posted at the Ministry of War, he did not go to the Ministry of War during this period. The rank of major was also approved by Jérôme Bonaparte who helped him declare it, and then General Renault approved it. 】

"I hope it's not too late for me to come!" Jérôme Bonaparte smiled apologetically. He unceremoniously sat on the main seat and pointed at Major Migne with a machete posture. : "Today's protagonist is not me, and he..."

Almost at the same time, all the brigadiers and generals fixed their eyes on Migne. Migne, who had always been calm, couldn't help but swallowed, and he couldn't help complaining about Jérôme Bonaparte's handling of the situation.

At the moment, all the officers' eyes were focused on him, and it was difficult for him not to speak, so Major Migne could only bite the bullet and introduce himself to everyone present: "Hello, sirs, I am Migne from the logistics department of the Ministry of War. Nirvana, the rank of major..."

"Logistics department?" Niel looked at Migne up and down. This person seemed not to have appeared in his mind.

"Niel doesn't have to stare at Major Migne anymore. He hasn't actually reported to the Ministry of War yet!" Jerome Bonaparte said to Niel.

"I was rude!" Niel smiled apologetically.

"Major Mignet, please continue speaking!" Jérôme Bonaparte encouraged Mignet to continue speaking.

Encouraged by Jerome Bonaparte, Major Migne explained the principles of the Migne bomb and the data of the Migne bomb.

At the same time, under the order of Jérôme Bonaparte, a piece of paper printed information was placed in front of each officer, and the information was also equipped with various data.

After listening to Major Migne's explanation, the generals of the War Department flipped through the information on the Migne gun in their hands.

The general of the Ministry of War showed an excited expression after combining the explanation and information.

If the data on the Minigun are accurate, this will be a firearms revolution across the ages.

Not to mention Niel, who manages the army's logistics procurement, even the Minister of War Regno also asked with a serious expression: "Major Migne, can you guarantee that the data you mentioned is true and accurate?"

"I can guarantee that!" Major Migne responded firmly.

The minigun that has been tested many times can fully reach the level of data.

"In that case..." Reinho turned his attention to Niel, who was in charge of logistics procurement.

For General Renault, as long as the data of the Miner gun can reach 80% of the level, then they can completely abandon the existing equipment of the 1842 rifled gun.

Niel understood it and said quickly: "If this is the case, we are willing to purchase it!"

"Don't worry! Mr. Major General, why don't we do it ourselves! There is no shortage of prey in the Bois de Boulogne!" In order to completely dispel the army's concerns, Jérôme Bonaparte proposed to test it.

"Your Excellency, have you finished the finished product?" Niel asked Jerome Bonaparte excitedly.

As a soldier, he undoubtedly wanted his troops to be equipped with better guns.

"That's right!" Jérôme Bonaparte clapped his hands, and Valewski and Mokar entered the door carrying 12 trial miniguns.

After distributing each rifle to his hands, Jérôme Bonaparte and members of the Ministry of War went to the Bois de Boulogne.

In the forest of staggered trees, a gray hare appeared in front of everyone.

Jérôme Bonaparte quickly took out a minie bullet rolled in paper from the backpack containing the minie bullet, broke it with force to separate the gunpowder from the cylindrical head projectile, poured the gunpowder into the muzzle, and then Put the cylindrical head Migne bullet, and finally use a purge bar to fit the Mine bullet inside the gunpowder, install the mercury fulminate, and pull the trigger.

The entire set of actions is much faster than an ordinary musket. Considering that Jérôme Bonaparte has never tried to use it, a skilled soldier can save more time.

At this time, the gray hare was also looking at Jérôme Bonaparte. In the hare's ruby-like eyes, a group of humans were looking at the same iron rods, and one of them was pointing the iron rod at it.

The hare didn't know what the iron rod was, but its instinct, tempered over thousands of years, told it that once it was hit by the iron rod, only death awaited it. The instinct of the beast prompted him to run desperately in a direction away from the muzzle of the gun.

But it was too late. There was only a "bang" sound, white smoke came out of the muzzle of the minie gun, and the gunpowder pushed the minie bullet out of the muzzle.

The minie bomb, which exceeded the speed of sound, hit the hare with lightning speed. Find Shuyuan www. zhaoshuyuan.com The hare screamed and fell to the ground, blood flowing all over the ground along the hare's head.

"Hey! Hit!" Niel couldn't help sighing.

Renault also showed a surprised expression. He also did not expect that the rifle in the president's hand could still maintain accuracy at such a long distance.

If equipped in the army, soldiers can shoot at long distances.

In this case, their casualties can be further reduced.

"You guys should try it too!" Jérôme Bonaparte, who was satisfied with his achievements, encouraged them to also conduct live ammunition shooting. Only by letting them truly feel the power of the Migne gun would they be convinced.

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