Make France Great Again

Jerome Bonaparte continued to chat with the captain for a long time. When the cargo ship was ready to return to Marseille after unloading, the captain told Jerome Bonaparte for the crime and left.

Jerome Bonaparte, who was sitting alone by the cabin window, stared blankly at the blue water, with a little more anxiety and unease in his heart.

This is completely different from his state of mind when he was in London and Rome when he pointed the country.

"Can I really lead them to victory?" Jerome Bonaparte couldn't help muttering in a low voice. He couldn't help but think of his scene in front of his cousin's window. Eagle flag flying in France.

"I have no way out!" Jerome Bonaparte's eyes changed from confusion to firmness.

Now he is carrying the dreams of too many people, and he has no right to give up willfully.

The Bonaparte family either became the ruling family of France, or nothing at all.

It was already 6:30 pm.

The afterglow of the setting sun shone on Jerome Bonaparte's determined face through the cabin window, as the cargo ship carrying the prince's ambition rushed out of the port of Civitavecchia.

After a night of sailing, the cargo ship arrived at a sea area less than 5 nautical miles from Marseille Port at around 7 am the next day.

The slight sea breeze blew the sails on the mast, and the soft waves were split by the keel to form a beautiful white trace, and the side panels made a "pop" sound due to the impact.

In the "Musical Score" intertwined by wind and rain, Jerome Bonaparte, wearing a black corset and a jewel-encrusted command knife around his waist, gradually walked from the captain's room to the bow deck.

A flowing blond hair was blown by the sea breeze, and all the crew members on the ship turned their attention to Jerome Bonaparte.

After a while, they looked at Jerome Bonaparte as if they had seen a ghost.

The captain opened his mouth in surprise, relying on his vocal cords to say, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty..."

Jerome Bonaparte smiled slightly. He opened his arms and embraced the air. His tone was full of pride and pride: "France, I'm back!"

"Your Majesty!" The captain's voice grew louder, he admitted that Jerome Bonaparte's dress was too similar to the emperor in the portrait at this time.

If you don't watch carefully, it's really hard to notice the difference between the two.

"Yeah!" Jerome Bonaparte nodded to the captain, and he took great pains to make the coat that his uncle wore back then, in order to give the illusion that the emperor was back.

Here he still has to thank his cheap dad.

If he hadn't been born to be similar to his uncle, he might have to follow his cousin's route.

When everyone says that he is the emperor's nephew, it's like now that he doesn't need to say that others will subconsciously recognize him as his uncle.

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At this moment, on the platform of Fort Saint-Jean in the Port of Marseille, a large group of people were standing with awe-inspiring expressions, their eyes staring at the sea.

They were all dressed in formal attire and top hats, and their attitude was dignified, as if they were going to meet the monarch.

Standing at the head of the line was Fleury, and beside him was Rouet, a member of the French National Assembly.

Looking at the endless waters in front of him, there was no sign of a ship on the horizon. Roue asked Fleury, "Mr. Fleury, did Your Majesty really disembark at the port of Marseille today?"

Fleury glanced at Rouet and said calmly, "Since Captain Letty said that His Majesty will arrive today, His Majesty will definitely arrive!"

"I'm just a little worried, in case there is an accident in the middle... Our plan..." Roue expressed the concerns in his heart.

"Don't worry! There will be no accidents. I believe that God will bless His Majesty!" Fleury said firmly.

Looking at Fleury's determined expression, Rouet was not talking, and he still prayed in his heart that Jerome Bonaparte would come sooner.

"Look! A ship is heading here!"

I don't know which part of the crowd made the sound, but everyone's eyes turned to the sea.

On the horizon, a cargo ship is slowly approaching the port of Marseille.

"It must be His Majesty's ship!" Fleury said excitedly.

It could also be an ordinary cargo ship!

Roue, who was standing aside, muttered inwardly, but his face still showed the same excited expression as Fleury.

As the cargo ship gradually entered the range of Chateau d'If, many guys gathered on the platform of Fort Saint-Jean to join in the fun.

These guys would watch on the platform whenever they were in port with a cargo ship.

More than half an hour later, the cargo ship gradually stopped outside the port of Marseille.

A small boat belonging to the navigator was released from the cargo ship. Five people could be vaguely seen on the boat, two of whom were supposed to be sailors.

The boat traveled through the narrow river, and soon came to the platform of Fort Saint-Jean.

When the boat reached the platform of Fort Saint-Jean, the people on the platform looked at the three people on the boat as if possessed.

"Imperial subjects, how are you?" A cordial greeting seemed to have crossed time and space to the people of Marseille Port~www.readwn.com~ brought the residents of Marseille Port to the imperial period.

Could it be that His Majesty the Emperor has really recovered?

The feelings of the residents of the Port of Marseille cannot be expressed in words.

Although they are a traditional royalist sphere of influence, how can they calm down when a real legendary figure comes to them.

"Long live Bonaparte! Long live the Empire!"

Just when everyone was shocked by the "fake" in front of him, Roue seized the opportunity and shouted vigorously.

Upon seeing this, the Bonaparte members who reacted hysterically shouted, "Long live Bonaparte, long live the Empire!"

This frenzy successfully drove the residents on the platform of Fort Saint-Jean, who also spontaneously shouted "Long live the Empire!"

The sound of hundreds of people shouting in unison alarmed the police officers who were executing near the platform from Fort Saint-Jean.

The police, who were afraid of a mass riot, cautiously approached the platform of Fort Saint-Jean.

Jerome Bonaparte, dressed in the same clothes as his uncle, disembarked amid the shouts of the crowd. He deliberately lowered his voice to make it more contagious: "My compatriots in Marseille, my name is Jerome Bonaparte, Napoleon. Your Majesty is my uncle! Today I am not here for the Empire, but for the Republic!"

As soon as Jerome Bonaparte finished speaking, the crowd shouted Long Live Bonaparte again.

Jerome Bonaparte pressed down and continued: "I know that you are all the best citizens of the Republic. You have a lot to say to me, but my friends and I are very tired now, can you let me go first? the way!"

With the help of the police who came to hear the news, everyone on the platform made way, and Jerome Bonaparte left the platform of Fort Saint-Jean.