Chapter 1191 The Division of Steel

   "Boom boom boom boom."

  The sound of the gavel made Pomona sober, when she found herself in a courtroom.

"The case submitted to the military court today is very serious." A middle-aged man in uniform sitting behind the trial seat said. "Two officers of the National Self-Defense Force were accused of refusing to advance to the enemy. The first company commander of the 163rd Battalion, Citizen Boutier and company deputy, Citizen Lott. They rested for a night after fighting for five consecutive days. They were ordered to go to the barricade the next day. The battalion was at 6 o'clock in the morning. Set out to perform the task, as soon as they left the fortress, Citizen Boutier and Citizen Lott proposed that they did not want to go to the trench, but wanted to go to Paris. The major pointed out that it was wrong for them to want to go to Paris, but the two officers still left. General Ed was asked to arrest them. This is what happened. The major wants to add that he was very satisfied with the performance of the 163rd Battalion. They performed very well in several fierce battles and barricade exhibitions."

  After reading the indictment, the presiding judge began to interrogate the two.

   "This case is really difficult." A man sitting next to Pomona said, "Soldiers need to get enough rest to continue fighting. After so many days of hard fighting, it is reasonable for them to want to return to Paris."

  Pomona looked at the man silently.

   "But military law is military law. If it were you, how would you judge it?" said the short man who spoke with an accent.

   "How would you judge it? General?" Pomona asked Napoleon Bonaparte.

   "I am no longer a general." Napoleon smiled with a hint of complacency in the spring breeze and said, "I am now the first in power. Thank you for your previous advice. I escaped the assassination."

   "It should have been this way in history." Pomona said calmly.

   "History?" Napoleon asked.

  Pomona didn’t know what to say for a while.

   "Where is this place?" Pomona asked.

   "Court." Napoleon said.

   "Where is the court?".

   "It's not a court in the French Republic anyway, maybe it's a foreign one." Napoleon frowned in confusion. "A court belonging to a French colony?"

   "I think, I seem to know this." She murmured in confusion, "But I can't remember."

   "Then don't think about it." Napoleon watched the court trial as if he was in the theater.

  Pomona realized that she was talking to Napoleon in French just now.

   "What are you doing in my dream this time?" Napoleon asked.

   "How do you know this is a dream?" Pomona asked.

   "Otherwise, what do you think this is? Reality?" Napoleon sneered, "We all know what reality looks like."

  Pomona looked very dazed. She distinguished her surroundings. The court had no decorations, and it was far less magnificent than the Louvre.

Compared with the extravagant and ostentatious Bourbon dynasty, Napoleon was very frugal. During his fourteen years in power, he was frugal and saved a lot of national finances. He also paid out of his pocket to purchase jewelry, furniture, gold and silver for the palace. . These are all derived from his assets in Italy, which are said to be as much as 200 million francs, which was definitely a huge sum of money at the time.

  He is Napoleon of France, not a triumphant general to be proud of the Italians. Even his will says that his ashes will be buried on the banks of the Seine and among the French.

   "Can I ask you a question?" Pomona asked in a low voice.

   "Let's talk." Napoleon said plainly.

   "What made you give an order to fire on civilians?" Her heart throbbed.

Looking closely at Napoleon and Napoleon in the portrait, the feeling is different. Although Napoleon is short among most Europeans, he is still taller than Pomona. Fortunately, they are all sitting on benches outside the courtroom at the moment, so they feel Less than this height gap.

  People who are taller than him must show a demanding attitude, not to mention that she is relatively short in height. He made her feel very uncomfortable, as if she had to speak to him in an inferior manner, even though Napoleon was just like the king in the croak stump, and she was a wizard.

   "I will give you a choice." Napoleon calmly said, "Do you want to be a happy person, or do you want to know the truth?"

   "The truth." Pomona said, "I don't want to be a happy pig to be slaughtered."

"You are not a soldier. You don't even know what the soldier really thinks?" Napoleon gently pinched the brim of the hat he often wore. "I grew up on the battlefield. For someone like me, one million Human life doesn’t matter at all."

  Pomona could not speak for a long time.

   "I wish you would choose happiness. Most people would choose that." Napoleon turned his head and looked at her with brown eyes. "I didn't want these details to pollute the soul of a lady."

   "But you still told me." Pomona said calmly, "Why?"

   "You didn't curse me to hell." Napoleon sighed, "I can't even tell the priest these words. I don't think God will forgive me."

   "Do you want me to forgive you?" Pomona asked in surprise.

   "No, I'm glad you are willing to listen." Napoleon said in an almost gentle tone, "Unfortunately there is no woman like you in reality."

   "Did you say these things to Josephine?" Pomona asked.

   "I don't need to tell her, her attitude speaks for everything." Napoleon was a little bit disappointed and said that at this time he didn't have that majestic aura and looked like an ordinary person.

  Pomona looked at the proud and frustrated man on the battlefield, and she felt a little emotional for a while. Napoleon is a different person from those who are in love and useless men on the battlefield, but unfortunately, women no longer love heroes.

  There is no lawyer in the military court. The defendant needs to defend his actions. At least if he has the money, he can hire a lawyer who can speak back. It is no longer possible to take advantage of the law to get rid of the blame.

  Similarly, in the face of the danger of the city, it is useless for the algorithm officials to accept bribes. If the enemy forces in, the officials of the previous government may not continue to serve, not to mention the judges often have many enemies.

  At this time, money loses its role in swinging justice. What is placed here is the human heart and human nature.

  People are tired. If the vast majority of people in the company can't stand it and want to rest, and the company commander and company lieutenant insist that the soldiers continue to fight, the soldiers may be mutiny.

The two defendants leaving without authorization will also shake the morale of a battalion. In addition, they are all fatigued. If this "weakness" is discovered on a front, they will be torn apart by the enemy. No wonder the judge will To describe this case as "very serious".

   "Are these two people fleeing?" Pomona asked Napoleon, no longer entangled in asking him questions about Josephine.

   "I will remove them from their posts and dismantle the company they led. This company will be useless." Napoleon said coldly, "They have lost the pride of the soldiers."

   "I think they should be given the opportunity to take turns." Pomona said, "It's like a bow. You can shoot farther if you have a relaxation. I think that the major has handled it incorrectly."

  "How can I..."

"They are human beings, not steel. They are in power. Even real metals are flexible. Although military law is ruthless, people are passionate." Pomona interrupted Napoleon softly." British Shakespeare said, gentle Love can restore your strength, and the sharp blade has its limit. If you continue to put pressure on it, even the sword on your waist will break."

  Napoleon looked at the Mamluk sword on his waist.

  "Aren't you afraid of it?" Napoleon stared at Pomona.

   "Why should I be afraid?" Pomona asked softly.

  "It will hurt you and make you bleed."

"I am more afraid of people than a knife. A knife will not move when it is placed there. It will only be lethal when it is swung." Pomona calmly looked at Napoleon’s brown eyes. "If I don’t Give you a reason to hurt me, why are you hurting me? Are you the kind of person who relies on killing for fun?"

   "No." Napoleon said short of breath.

   "Then why are you so combative?"

"I need victory." Napoleon's face was pale, and his face began to twist. "I am different from those hereditary monarchs. I am here today because of my luck. Once I am no longer strong and feared, my power will follow. To disappear."

   "Are you worried that you will no longer bring victory, the French will remember the hatred of the past to avenge you?" Pomona asked.

   "You won't understand." Napoleon put on his hat and prepared to get up and leave.

   "You are on a path of destruction, first in power." Pomona said.

   "I know what I'm doing." Napoleon resolutely said, "My soldier will never be like a child. In the face of danger and difficulty, he will only cry and shrink."

   "It's nothing to be ashamed of crying. People cry. You are not sculptures."

   "Stupid woman." Napoleon cursed.

   "Oh, is it?" Pomona smiled sarcastically, "I also think you men are not much smarter!"

  Napoleon was so angry that he cursed something that Pomona could not understand in his Corsican dialect, then turned and left.

  Pomona laughed loudly behind him, but her laughter did not affect the court’s trial, it seemed that they could not hear her.

  (End of this chapter)